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THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW The north wind doth blow , And we shall have
snow , And what will poor Robin do then , poor thing ? He'll sit in a barn , And
keep himself warm , And hide his head under his wing , poor thing . WHERE ARE
...
THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW The north wind doth blow , And we shall have
snow , And what will poor Robin do then , poor thing ? He'll sit in a barn , And
keep himself warm , And hide his head under his wing , poor thing . WHERE ARE
...
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Now poor men to the justices With capons make their arrants , And if they hap to
fail of these They plague them with their warrants . But now they feed them with
good cheer , And what they want they take in beer , For Christmas comes but
once ...
Now poor men to the justices With capons make their arrants , And if they hap to
fail of these They plague them with their warrants . But now they feed them with
good cheer , And what they want they take in beer , For Christmas comes but
once ...
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... of our blood and state Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour
against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble
down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade .
... of our blood and state Are shadows , not substantial things ; There is no armour
against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and Crown Must tumble
down , And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade .
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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