Poem by Anonymous

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As they fished his old plane from the sea 
The inventor just chortled with glee.
	“I shall build,” and he laughed,
	“A submarine craft, 
And perhaps it will fly. We shall see.”

1. Now, Robin, Lend to Me Thy Bow
2. Willy Drowned in Yarrow
3. The Guard-Chamber
4. The Cave of Pope
5. The Hermitage

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