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... fall , did fall , Our Saviour asked leave of His mother Mary If He might go play at ball . " To play at ball , my own dear Son , It's time you was going or gone , But be sure let me hear no complaint of You At night when You do come ...
... fall , did fall , Our Saviour asked leave of His mother Mary If He might go play at ball . " To play at ball , my own dear Son , It's time you was going or gone , But be sure let me hear no complaint of You At night when You do come ...
Page 134
... fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that night ; It was the plant and flower of light . In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may ...
... fall a log at last , dry , bald , and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that night ; It was the plant and flower of light . In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may ...
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... fall ; But go , and if you listen she will call . Go to the western gate , Luke Havergal- Luke Havergal . No , there is not a dawn in eastern skies To rift the fiery night that's in your eyes ; But there , where western glooms are ...
... fall ; But go , and if you listen she will call . Go to the western gate , Luke Havergal- Luke Havergal . No , there is not a dawn in eastern skies To rift the fiery night that's in your eyes ; But there , where western glooms are ...
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beauty bird blood breath bright child cloud D. H. Lawrence dark dead dear death delight divine dost 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 holy kiss leaves light live look Lord Lord Randal Lycidas mind moon morning mother mourn Muse ne'er never night o'er pain reprinted by permission rest rose round Samian wine shal shine shore silent sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song Sonnet 66 soul spirit spring stars sweet tears Ted Hughes tell thanne thee thine things thou art thought Timor mortis conturbat tree unto voice W. H. Auden weep whan wild wind wings wonder ΙΟ