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PROLOGUE.
We did but talk you over, pledge you all
In wassail; often, like as many girls—
Sick for the hollies and the yews of home—
As many little trifling Lilias—play'd
Charades and riddles as at Christmas here,
And what's my thought and when and where and how,
And often told a tale from mouth to mouth
As here at Christmas.'
In wassail; often, like as many girls—
Sick for the hollies and the yews of home—
As many little trifling Lilias—play'd
Charades and riddles as at Christmas here,
And what's my thought and when and where and how,
And often told a tale from mouth to mouth
As here at Christmas.'
'I remember that:
A pleasant game,' she said: 'I liked it more
Than magic music, forfeits, all the rest.
But these—what kind of tales did men tell men,
I wonder, by themselves?'
A pleasant game,' she said: 'I liked it more
Than magic music, forfeits, all the rest.
But these—what kind of tales did men tell men,
I wonder, by themselves?'
A half-disdain
Perch'd on the pouted blossom of her lips:
And Walter nodded at me; 'He began,
The rest would follow, so we tost the ball:
What kind of tales? why, such as served to kill
Time by the fire in winter.‘
Perch'd on the pouted blossom of her lips:
And Walter nodded at me; 'He began,
The rest would follow, so we tost the ball:
What kind of tales? why, such as served to kill
Time by the fire in winter.‘
'Kill him now!
