A flock of sheep that leisurely pass by,.... 630 A fool there was and he made his prayer,. 1026 A garden is a lovesome thing, God wot!..1003 A good nag knows the sinewy grip,.......1064 A poure wydwe somdel stape in age,.. A slumber did my spirit seal,... About the august and ancient Square,. About Yule, when the wind blew cule,. Across the empty garden-beds,.
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever,. "Ah, are you digging on my grave?". Ah, London! London! our delight,.
Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see,.. 249 Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,... 720 Ah, what is love? It is a pretty thing,... 228 Ahi, ahi, ahi, Laomedon!.. All the bells of heaven may ring,
Dark, dark lay the drifters against the red West,
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee,
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