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While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to
pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and
of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours . Thrice welcome ...
While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear ; From hill to hill it seems to
pass , At once far off and near . Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and
of flowers , Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours . Thrice welcome ...
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But now they feed them with good cheer , And what they want they take in beer ,
For Christmas comes but once a year , And then they shall be merry . Good
farmers in the country nurse The poor that else were undone ; Some landlords
spend ...
But now they feed them with good cheer , And what they want they take in beer ,
For Christmas comes but once a year , And then they shall be merry . Good
farmers in the country nurse The poor that else were undone ; Some landlords
spend ...
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There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England
bore , shaped , made aware , Gave , once , her flowers to love , her ways to roam
, Washed by the rivers , blest by suns of home . And think , this heart , all evil shed
...
There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England
bore , shaped , made aware , Gave , once , her flowers to love , her ways to roam
, Washed by the rivers , blest by suns of home . And think , this heart , all evil shed
...
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