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... Idiot Boy . Michael Laodamia . 53 55 56 56 57 57 59 60 62 63 68 68 69 70 71 73 75 85 94 To the Daisy Poems of the Fancy . " A whirl - blast from behind the hill " " With how sad steps , O moon , thou climb'st the sky 8886 98 99 " " 100 ...
... Idiot Boy . Michael Laodamia . 53 55 56 56 57 57 59 60 62 63 68 68 69 70 71 73 75 85 94 To the Daisy Poems of the Fancy . " A whirl - blast from behind the hill " " With how sad steps , O moon , thou climb'st the sky 8886 98 99 " " 100 ...
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... IDIOT BOY . " TIS eight o'clock , - -a clear March night , The moon is up - the sky is blue , The owlet in the moonlight air , He shouts from nobody knows where ; He lengthens out his lonely shout , Halloo ! halloo ! a long halloo ...
... IDIOT BOY . " TIS eight o'clock , - -a clear March night , The moon is up - the sky is blue , The owlet in the moonlight air , He shouts from nobody knows where ; He lengthens out his lonely shout , Halloo ! halloo ! a long halloo ...
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... Idiot Boy . And he must post without delay Across the bridge that's in the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a doctor from the town , Or she will die , old Susan Gale . There is no need of boot or spur , There is ...
... Idiot Boy . And he must post without delay Across the bridge that's in the dale , And by the church , and o'er the down , To bring a doctor from the town , Or she will die , old Susan Gale . There is no need of boot or spur , There is ...
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... Idiot Boy must ride , And seems no longer in a hurry . But when the pony moved his legs , Oh ! then for thee , poor Idiot Boy ! For joy he cannot hold the bridle , For joy his head and heels are idle , He's idle all , for very joy . And ...
... Idiot Boy must ride , And seems no longer in a hurry . But when the pony moved his legs , Oh ! then for thee , poor Idiot Boy ! For joy he cannot hold the bridle , For joy his head and heels are idle , He's idle all , for very joy . And ...
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... idiot boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " A thought is come into her head : " The pony he is mild and good , And we have always used him well : Perhaps he's gone along the dell , And carried Johnny to the wood . " G Then up ...
... idiot boy ! And we will ne'er o'erload thee more . " A thought is come into her head : " The pony he is mild and good , And we have always used him well : Perhaps he's gone along the dell , And carried Johnny to the wood . " G Then up ...
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