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I have heard , I hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a
wandering Voice ? 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
...
I have heard , I hear thee and rejoice : O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a
wandering Voice ? 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
...
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Farewell , and Oh ! where ' er thy voice be tried , On Torno ' s cliffs , or
Pambamarca ' s side , Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps
the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress the
rigours of the ...
Farewell , and Oh ! where ' er thy voice be tried , On Torno ' s cliffs , or
Pambamarca ' s side , Whether where equinoctial fervours glow , Or winter wraps
the polar world in snow , Still let thy voice , prevailing over time , Redress the
rigours of the ...
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79 When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy . 164 When the voices of
children are heard on the green . 159 When to the sessions of sweet silent
thought . . 229 Whene ' er I see soft hazel eyes 137 When we were building Skua
Light .
79 When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy . 164 When the voices of
children are heard on the green . 159 When to the sessions of sweet silent
thought . . 229 Whene ' er I see soft hazel eyes 137 When we were building Skua
Light .
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