English Literature and Its Backgrounds: From the forerunners of romanticism to the presentDryden Press, 1966 - Comparative literature |
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Page 68
... Green Grow the Rashes CHORUS . - Green grow the rashes , O ! Green grow the rashes , O ! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent amang the lasses , O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In every hour that passes , O : What ...
... Green Grow the Rashes CHORUS . - Green grow the rashes , O ! Green grow the rashes , O ! The sweetest hours that e'er I spend Are spent amang the lasses , O. There's nought but care on ev'ry han ' , In every hour that passes , O : What ...
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... green . And the gates of this chapel were shut , And " Thou shalt not " writ over the door ; So I turned to the ... green , And whisperings are in the dale , The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind ; My face turns green and pale ...
... green . And the gates of this chapel were shut , And " Thou shalt not " writ over the door ; So I turned to the ... green , And whisperings are in the dale , The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind ; My face turns green and pale ...
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... green , And you may gather garlands there , Would grace a summer queen . And as I rode by Dalton - hall , Beneath the turrets high , A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing merrily , — Chorus " O , Brignall banks are fresh and fair ...
... green , And you may gather garlands there , Would grace a summer queen . And as I rode by Dalton - hall , Beneath the turrets high , A Maiden on the castle wall Was singing merrily , — Chorus " O , Brignall banks are fresh and fair ...
Contents
The Forerunners of Romanticism | 1 |
GENERAL INTRODUCTION | 7 |
THOMAS GRAY 17161771 | 26 |
Copyright | |
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