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“ O I fear you are poisoned , Lord Randal , my son ! 0 I fear you are poisoned , my handsome young man ! ” — “ O yea ! I am poisoned ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain would lie doon .
“ O I fear you are poisoned , Lord Randal , my son ! 0 I fear you are poisoned , my handsome young man ! ” — “ O yea ! I am poisoned ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm sick at the heart , and I fain would lie doon .
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Fidele WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Fear no more the heat o ' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust .
Fidele WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE Fear no more the heat o ' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust .
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When I Have Fears JOHN KEATS When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain , Before high - piled books , in charactery , Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain ; When I behold , upon the ...
When I Have Fears JOHN KEATS When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain , Before high - piled books , in charactery , Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain ; When I behold , upon the ...
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