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Our lord , which is the rat . What shall we have to our supper ? Three beans in a
pound of butter . But , when supper they were at , The frog , the mouse , and e'en
the rat , Then came in Tib , our cat , And caught the mouse e'en by the back ...
Our lord , which is the rat . What shall we have to our supper ? Three beans in a
pound of butter . But , when supper they were at , The frog , the mouse , and e'en
the rat , Then came in Tib , our cat , And caught the mouse e'en by the back ...
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Yet , ' said he , ' poor piper as I am , In Tartary I freed the Cham , Last June , from
his huge swarm of gnats ; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of
vampyre bats : And as for what your brain bewilders , If I can rid your town of rats
Will ...
Yet , ' said he , ' poor piper as I am , In Tartary I freed the Cham , Last June , from
his huge swarm of gnats ; I eased in Asia the Nizam Of a monstrous brood of
vampyre bats : And as for what your brain bewilders , If I can rid your town of rats
Will ...
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--Save one , who , stout as Julius Cæsar , Swam across and lived to carry ( As he
the manuscript he cherished ) To Rat - land ... And it seemed as if a voice (
Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed ) called out , “ Oh , rats ,
rejoice !
--Save one , who , stout as Julius Cæsar , Swam across and lived to carry ( As he
the manuscript he cherished ) To Rat - land ... And it seemed as if a voice (
Sweeter far than by harp or by psaltery Is breathed ) called out , “ Oh , rats ,
rejoice !
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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