Magic CasementsGeorge S. Carhart, Paul A. McGhee Macmillan, 1926 - 727 Seiten |
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... blood- Touch of manner , hint of mood ; And my heart is like a rhyme , With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time . The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by . And my lonely spirit thrills To ...
... blood- Touch of manner , hint of mood ; And my heart is like a rhyme , With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time . The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by . And my lonely spirit thrills To ...
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... blood to jig to , a joy past power of words ; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a - ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds . John Masefield A WANDERER'S SONG A wind's in the ...
... blood to jig to , a joy past power of words ; And the blessed green comely meadows are all a - ripple with mirth At the noise of the lambs at play and the dear wild cry of the birds . John Masefield A WANDERER'S SONG A wind's in the ...
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... gold . Come ; you shall be chief . We'll not quarrel , the time flies so fast .. There are ships to be grappled , there's blood to be shed , ere our playtime be past . No ; perhaps we will quarrel , just once , Pirates 23.
... gold . Come ; you shall be chief . We'll not quarrel , the time flies so fast .. There are ships to be grappled , there's blood to be shed , ere our playtime be past . No ; perhaps we will quarrel , just once , Pirates 23.
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... blood ! They stretched and strained in the darkness , and the hours crawled by like years , Till , now , on the stroke of midnight , Cold , on the stroke of midnight , The tip of one finger touched it ! The trigger at least was hers ...
... blood ! They stretched and strained in the darkness , and the hours crawled by like years , Till , now , on the stroke of midnight , Cold , on the stroke of midnight , The tip of one finger touched it ! The trigger at least was hers ...
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... Blood - red were his spurs in the golden noon ; wine - red was his velvet coat , When they shot him down on the highway , Down like a dog on the highway , And he lay in his blood on the highway , with the bunch of lace at his throat ...
... Blood - red were his spurs in the golden noon ; wine - red was his velvet coat , When they shot him down on the highway , Down like a dog on the highway , And he lay in his blood on the highway , with the bunch of lace at his throat ...
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