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 At the dead hour of night was heard the cry Of one in jeopardy. I rose, and ran To where the circling eddy of a pool, Beneath the ford, us'd oft to bring within My reach whatever floating thing the stream Had caught.  The British Theatre: Or, A Collection of Plays, which are Acted at the ... - Sida 11 redigerad av - 1824 Obegränsad förhandsgranskning -
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