Ballads, a Legend of the Rhine, EtcSmith, Elder, 1887 - 364 |
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... WAITS . LINES ON A LATE HOSPICIOUS EWENT THE BALLAD OF ELIZA DAVIS · DAMAGES , TWO HUNDRED POUNDS THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY · JACOB HOMNIUM'S HOSS THE SPECULATORS • 199 201 206 209 • 213 215 218 223 PAGE A WOEFUL NEW BALLAD OF THE ...
... WAITS . LINES ON A LATE HOSPICIOUS EWENT THE BALLAD OF ELIZA DAVIS · DAMAGES , TWO HUNDRED POUNDS THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY · JACOB HOMNIUM'S HOSS THE SPECULATORS • 199 201 206 209 • 213 215 218 223 PAGE A WOEFUL NEW BALLAD OF THE ...
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... waits , And our regiment , slowly retreating , Pours back through the citadel gates . Dear mammy she looks in their faces , And asks if her husband has come ? - He is lying all cold on the glacis , And will never more beat on the drum ...
... waits , And our regiment , slowly retreating , Pours back through the citadel gates . Dear mammy she looks in their faces , And asks if her husband has come ? - He is lying all cold on the glacis , And will never more beat on the drum ...
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... waiting . Lambesc and his squadrons stood by : They never stirr'd finger or thumb . The saucy aristocrats trembled As they heard the republican drum . " Hurrah ! what a storm was a - brewing ! The day of our vengeance was come ! Through ...
... waiting . Lambesc and his squadrons stood by : They never stirr'd finger or thumb . The saucy aristocrats trembled As they heard the republican drum . " Hurrah ! what a storm was a - brewing ! The day of our vengeance was come ! Through ...
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... wait upon him quick : They stepp'd into their coaches And brought their best physick . They cramm'd their gracious master With potion and with pill ; They drench'd him and they bled him : " They could not cure his ill . Go fetch ...
... wait upon him quick : They stepp'd into their coaches And brought their best physick . They cramm'd their gracious master With potion and with pill ; They drench'd him and they bled him : " They could not cure his ill . Go fetch ...
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... wait . " " Be silent , sir , " says Brentford , " A plague upon your prate ! Come take your pen and paper , And write as I dictate . " The will as Brentford spoke it Was writ and signed and closed ; He bade the lawyer leave him , And ...
... wait . " " Be silent , sir , " says Brentford , " A plague upon your prate ! Come take your pen and paper , And write as I dictate . " The will as Brentford spoke it Was writ and signed and closed ; He bade the lawyer leave him , And ...
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archers Bareacres beat betwigst blessed blushing Bouillabaisse brave Brentford Buckley Square Bugo Canute castle church Cossacks cried dear Diddlesex Donnerblitz Duke Duke of Cleves Esquire eyes fair father feller Fitzwarren friars gallant gate gent gentle gentleman Godesberg Grace hair hall hear heart Heaven Helen hermit Holy Hombourg honour hour istates Jack Jeames King Kioff knight Lady Hangelina Lille look Lord Margrave marry Mary Mary Hann Miss Moses ne'er never noble Nora nothink O'Brine o'er pass Pimlico Pluche Plush poor pore pray Prince of Cleves Princess Roger-Bontemps rose round Rowski Saint Buffo Saint Willibald says Shannon shore silver Silvertop sing Sir Ludwig smile splender stood sure sweet thee There's thou thought thousand guineas took town Twas Vich vith WHISTLEBINKIE wind wine Wolfgang wondrous young Otto
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