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He says that the leaves are scattered by the wind' Like ghosts from an enchanter
fleeing . ' This is what is called an image , and to use an image is one of the most
powerful ways in which the poet can make himself clear to us . Shelley was not ...
He says that the leaves are scattered by the wind' Like ghosts from an enchanter
fleeing . ' This is what is called an image , and to use an image is one of the most
powerful ways in which the poet can make himself clear to us . Shelley was not ...
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A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA A WET sheet and a flowing sea , A wind
that follows fast , And fills the white and rustling sail , And bends the gallant mast ;
And bends the gallant mast , my boys , While , like the eagle free , Away the good
...
A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA A WET sheet and a flowing sea , A wind
that follows fast , And fills the white and rustling sail , And bends the gallant mast ;
And bends the gallant mast , my boys , While , like the eagle free , Away the good
...
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The north wind doth blow . The stars must make an awful noise . . The sun
decending in the west , The warm sun is failing , the bleak wind is wailing The
wind ' s on the wold . . The world is too much with us ; late and soon , The year ' s
at the ...
The north wind doth blow . The stars must make an awful noise . . The sun
decending in the west , The warm sun is failing , the bleak wind is wailing The
wind ' s on the wold . . The world is too much with us ; late and soon , The year ' s
at the ...
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