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... Lord Randal " O where hae ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? " O where hae ye been , my handsome young man ? " " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi hunting , and fain wald lie down . " " Where gat ...
... Lord Randal " O where hae ye been , Lord Randal , my son ? " O where hae ye been , my handsome young man ? " " I hae been to the wild wood ; mother , make my bed soon , For I'm weary wi hunting , and fain wald lie down . " " Where gat ...
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... Lord , have mercy on us ! 35 Haste , therefore , each degree , To welcome destiny : Heaven is our heritage , Earth but a player's stage : Mount we unto the sky . I am sick , I must die . Lord , have 40 mercy on us ! ( 1600 ) Rose ...
... Lord , have mercy on us ! 35 Haste , therefore , each degree , To welcome destiny : Heaven is our heritage , Earth but a player's stage : Mount we unto the sky . I am sick , I must die . Lord , have 40 mercy on us ! ( 1600 ) Rose ...
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... Lord , and find both Adams met in me ; As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face , May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace . So , in his purple wrapp'd , receive me , Lord , By these his thorns give me his other crown ; And as to ...
... Lord , and find both Adams met in me ; As the first Adam's sweat surrounds my face , May the last Adam's blood my soul embrace . So , in his purple wrapp'd , receive me , Lord , By these his thorns give me his other crown ; And as to ...
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beauty bird blood breath cloud cold dark dead death doth dream dust E. E. Cummings earth eternal eyes face fair fear fire flowers glory grace grave green Greensleeves hair hand hath hear heart heaven Heigh holy kiss koude leaves light live look Lord Lord Randal Louis MacNeice lullaby mind moon morning mother never night o'er pain Poems rain reprinted by permission Richard Wilbur rose round Samian wine seyde shal shine shore silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile snow song soul spring stars sweet tell Thanne thee ther thine things thou art thought Timor mortis conturbat tree unto voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Auden W. S. Merwin weep whan wild wind wings wolde word ΙΟ