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My hounds may a' rin masterless, My hawks may fly frae tree to tree, My lord may grip my vassal lands, For there again maun I never be!
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My hounds may a' rin masterless, My hawks may fly frae tree to tree, My lord may grip my vassal lands, For there again maun I never be!
Yet could he not his closing eyes withdraw, Though less and less of Emily he saw; So, speechless fo…
The darksome cave they enter, where they found The accursed man low sitting on the ground, Musing full s…
Then out and spake the auld mother, And fast her tears did fa “Ye wadna be warn'd, my son Johnie, …
Where's the jolly host You told me of? 'T has been my custom ever To parley wit…
Aumerle that was, But that is gone for being Richard's friend; And, madam, you must call him Rutlan…
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shades! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless…
What tragic tears bedim the eye! What deaths we suffer ere we die! Our broken f…
Whom does time gallop withal? As You Like It. It is fortunate for tale-tellers that they are not tied down like theatr…
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