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... Weep not , my wanton , smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee . Streaming tears that never stint , Like pearl drops from a flint , Fell by course from his eyes , That one another's place supplies : Thus he ...
... Weep not , my wanton , smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee . Streaming tears that never stint , Like pearl drops from a flint , Fell by course from his eyes , That one another's place supplies : Thus he ...
Page 249
... weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! " So your chimneys I sweep , and in soot I sleep . There's little Tom Dacre , who cried when his head , That curled like a lamb's back , was shaved : so I said " Hush , Tom ! never mind it , for when ...
... weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! ' weep ! " So your chimneys I sweep , and in soot I sleep . There's little Tom Dacre , who cried when his head , That curled like a lamb's back , was shaved : so I said " Hush , Tom ! never mind it , for when ...
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... weep for Adonais - he is dead ! Oh weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou , sad Hour , selected from all years To mourn our loss , rouse thy obscure compeers , 1 And teach them thine ...
... weep for Adonais - he is dead ! Oh weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou , sad Hour , selected from all years To mourn our loss , rouse thy obscure compeers , 1 And teach them thine ...
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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