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... hear , I hear , with joy I hear ! -But there's a tree , of many , one , A single field which I have looked upon , Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the ...
... hear , I hear , with joy I hear ! -But there's a tree , of many , one , A single field which I have looked upon , Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the ...
Page 379
... hear , I hear " ; 65 And the lily whispers , " I wait . " She is coming , my own , my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread , My heart would hear her and beat , Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat , Had I ...
... hear , I hear " ; 65 And the lily whispers , " I wait . " She is coming , my own , my sweet ; Were it ever so airy a tread , My heart would hear her and beat , Were it earth in an earthy bed ; My dust would hear her and beat , Had I ...
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... Hear ! Hear them ! the Undying . The hill slopes away , then rises in the middleground , 15 20 25 you remember , with a grove of gnarled maples centering the bare pasture , sacred , surely - for what reason ? I cannot say . Idyllic ! a ...
... Hear ! Hear them ! the Undying . The hill slopes away , then rises in the middleground , 15 20 25 you remember , with a grove of gnarled maples centering the bare pasture , sacred , surely - for what reason ? I cannot say . Idyllic ! a ...
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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