The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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... blood were cold , And to the villain said , " Thou damnèd wight , The author of this fact we here behold , grey What justice can but judge against thee right , With thine own blood to price his blood , here shed in sight ? ' ' What ...
... blood were cold , And to the villain said , " Thou damnèd wight , The author of this fact we here behold , grey What justice can but judge against thee right , With thine own blood to price his blood , here shed in sight ? ' ' What ...
Page 152
... blood . Yet though she cannot tell you why , She can love , and she can die . Scarce has she blood enough to make A guilty sword blush for her sake ; Yet has she a heart dares hope to prove How much less strong is death than love . Be ...
... blood . Yet though she cannot tell you why , She can love , and she can die . Scarce has she blood enough to make A guilty sword blush for her sake ; Yet has she a heart dares hope to prove How much less strong is death than love . Be ...
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... blood stream fills . They bled an old dog dry yet the exchange rills Of young dog blood gave but a month's desires . The waste remains , the waste remains and kills . It is the Chinese tombs and the slag hills Usurp the soil , and not ...
... blood stream fills . They bled an old dog dry yet the exchange rills Of young dog blood gave but a month's desires . The waste remains , the waste remains and kills . It is the Chinese tombs and the slag hills Usurp the soil , and not ...
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