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Page 185
... stand tul they doun fa ' , Mither , mither : Ile let thame stand tul they doun fa ' , For here nevir mair maun I bee , O. ' them : till : fall ' And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife , Edward , Edward ? And what wul ye ...
... stand tul they doun fa ' , Mither , mither : Ile let thame stand tul they doun fa ' , For here nevir mair maun I bee , O. ' them : till : fall ' And what wul ye leive to your bairns and your wife , Edward , Edward ? And what wul ye ...
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Edward Leeson. DARK HOUSE , by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street , Doors , where my heart was used to beat So quickly , waiting for a hand , A hand that can be clasped no ... stand' 'Calm is the morn without a sound'
Edward Leeson. DARK HOUSE , by which once more I stand Here in the long unlovely street , Doors , where my heart was used to beat So quickly , waiting for a hand , A hand that can be clasped no ... stand' 'Calm is the morn without a sound'
Page 472
... stand her temples emptying in the sand Whose waves o'erthrew their crumbled tracery ; Still stand uncalled - on her soul's appanage ; Much social detail whose successor fades , Wit used to run a house and to play Bridge , And tragic ...
... stand her temples emptying in the sand Whose waves o'erthrew their crumbled tracery ; Still stand uncalled - on her soul's appanage ; Much social detail whose successor fades , Wit used to run a house and to play Bridge , And tragic ...
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