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THOMAS GRAY . AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG Good people all ,
of every sort Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short , It cannot
hold you long . In Islington there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That
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THOMAS GRAY . AN ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A MAD DOG Good people all ,
of every sort Give ear unto my song ; And if you find it wondrous short , It cannot
hold you long . In Islington there was a man , Of whom the world might say , That
...
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Nicholas Nye was lean and gray , Lame of a leg and old , More than a score of
donkey ' s years He had seen since he was foaled ; He munched the thistles ,
purple and spiked , Would sometimes stoop and sigh , And turn to his head , as if
he ...
Nicholas Nye was lean and gray , Lame of a leg and old , More than a score of
donkey ' s years He had seen since he was foaled ; He munched the thistles ,
purple and spiked , Would sometimes stoop and sigh , And turn to his head , as if
he ...
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And when the sunshine has its way In Lady Street , then all the gray Dull
desolation grows in state More dull and gray and desolate , And the sun is a
shamefast thing , A lord not comely - housed , a god , Seeing what gods must
blush to see , A ...
And when the sunshine has its way In Lady Street , then all the gray Dull
desolation grows in state More dull and gray and desolate , And the sun is a
shamefast thing , A lord not comely - housed , a god , Seeing what gods must
blush to see , A ...
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