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... shore . Then come down . She will not come though you call all day . Come away , come away . Children dear , was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns where we lay , Through the surf and through the swell ...
... shore . Then come down . She will not come though you call all day . Come away , come away . Children dear , was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay ? In the caverns where we lay , Through the surf and through the swell ...
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... far - off bell . She sigh'd , she look'd up through the clear green sea . She said ; " I must go , for my kinsfolk pray In the little grey church on the shore to - day . ' Twill be Easter - time in the world - 4 MATTHEW ARNOLD .
... far - off bell . She sigh'd , she look'd up through the clear green sea . She said ; " I must go , for my kinsfolk pray In the little grey church on the shore to - day . ' Twill be Easter - time in the world - 4 MATTHEW ARNOLD .
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... bloody . It's not the roar o ' sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry , Nor shouts o ' war that's heard afar : It's leaving thee , my bonie Mary ! IO . Of a ' the Airts . I. OF 17 BURNS (1759-1796) The Silver Tassie.
... bloody . It's not the roar o ' sea or shore Wad mak me langer wish to tarry , Nor shouts o ' war that's heard afar : It's leaving thee , my bonie Mary ! IO . Of a ' the Airts . I. OF 17 BURNS (1759-1796) The Silver Tassie.
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... Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Sires ' " Islands of the Blest . " Than your III . The mountains look on Marathon - - And LORD BYRON . 29 Song from "Don Juan"
... Have found the fame your shores refuse : Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Sires ' " Islands of the Blest . " Than your III . The mountains look on Marathon - - And LORD BYRON . 29 Song from "Don Juan"
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... Country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy Lyre , so long divine , Degenerate into hands like mine ? VI . ' Tis something , in the dearth of 30 LORD BYRON .
... Country ? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy Lyre , so long divine , Degenerate into hands like mine ? VI . ' Tis something , in the dearth of 30 LORD BYRON .
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