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Patrick Differ Inner circle 1540 Posts 
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The sun is darting rays of gold
Upon the moor. Enchanting spot! Whose purple heights, by Ronald loved, Up open to his shepherd cot. And sundry denizens of air Are flying, aye, each to his nest; And eager make at such an hour All hast to reach the mansions blest.
Will you walk into my parlour? said the Spider to the Fly,
Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've a many curious things to show when you are there. Oh no, no, said the little Fly, to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair -can ne'er come down again. |
stanalger Special user St. Louis, MO 998 Posts
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Gray, Moore, Byron, Pope, Dryden, Gay, Keats, Hemans
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Patrick Differ Inner circle 1540 Posts
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Famous Poets, that's right.
Winner!
Will you walk into my parlour? said the Spider to the Fly,
Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I've a many curious things to show when you are there. Oh no, no, said the little Fly, to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair -can ne'er come down again. |
Posted: Apr 30, 2005 01:36 am 