The Oxford Thackeray: With Illustrations, Wydanie 76,Tom 7H. Frowde, Oxford University Press, 1829 |
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... head , His nobles and knights by his side , At the foot of his ancestor's palace ' Twere easy , methinks , to have died . But no ; when we burst through his barriers , ' Mid heaps of the dying and dead , In vain through the chambers we ...
... head , His nobles and knights by his side , At the foot of his ancestor's palace ' Twere easy , methinks , to have died . But no ; when we burst through his barriers , ' Mid heaps of the dying and dead , In vain through the chambers we ...
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... head of a King ! She called for the blood of our King , And straight from his prison we drew him ; And to her with shouting we led him , And took him , and bound him , and slew him . " The monarchs of Europe against me Have plotted a ...
... head of a King ! She called for the blood of our King , And straight from his prison we drew him ; And to her with shouting we led him , And took him , and bound him , and slew him . " The monarchs of Europe against me Have plotted a ...
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... head on a pike . ' Let's show the pale head to the Queen , We said she'll remember it well ; She look'd from the bars of her prison , And shriek'd as she saw it , and fell . We set up a shout at her screaming , 6 We laugh'd at the ...
... head on a pike . ' Let's show the pale head to the Queen , We said she'll remember it well ; She look'd from the bars of her prison , And shriek'd as she saw it , and fell . We set up a shout at her screaming , 6 We laugh'd at the ...
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... head- In all respects he differs From my second son , Prince Ned . 6 When Tom has half his income Laid by at the year's end , Poor Ned has ne'er a stiver That rightly he may spend , But sponges on a tradesman , Or borrows from a friend ...
... head- In all respects he differs From my second son , Prince Ned . 6 When Tom has half his income Laid by at the year's end , Poor Ned has ne'er a stiver That rightly he may spend , But sponges on a tradesman , Or borrows from a friend ...
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... head ' ) - ' I leave to you , my Thomas , - To you IN TRUST for Ned . ' The wrath and consternation What poet e'er could trace That at this fatal passage Came o'er Prince Tom his face ; The wonder of the company , And honest Ned's amaze ...
... head ' ) - ' I leave to you , my Thomas , - To you IN TRUST for Ned . ' The wrath and consternation What poet e'er could trace That at this fatal passage Came o'er Prince Tom his face ; The wonder of the company , And honest Ned's amaze ...
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