Literature

Chaundler 1919

Chaundler, Christine, My Book of Stories from the Poets (London: Cassell & Co., 1919)

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“Buy from us with a golden curl?” One of them held up a pair of scissors, 1919

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The Duke rode in between the fighters, 1919

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There was one big ugly wrinkle at the bottom, 1919

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“Go catch the goose, and wring her neck!” she cried, 1919

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They came in sight of a stately palace—the Palace of Pride, 1919

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Away went Gilpin’s horse, and away went Gilpin on his back, through the streets of London town, 1919

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He bent over his horse’s head, petting and caressing him, 1919

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“They’ll have fleet steeds that follow!” cried young Lochinvar, 1919

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Margaret sat on her gold throne with her youngest child on her knee, 1919

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The knight and the lady wandered through the flower-strewn meadows together, 1919

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It was an albatross, the bird of good omen, and we hailed it joyfully, 1919

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Three times he came on in fury—three times he turned back in dread, 1919