(MOTHER GOOSE, INTERLINEATED.)
The white dove sat on the castle wall,
I bent my bow, and shoot her I shall,"—
(The fair bird, truth, and her meanings;)
"I put her in my glove, both feathers and
all;"
(The pretty plumes that her flight let fall;
For I bound in a book my gleanings:)
"I laid my bridle upon the shelf,—
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