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... into something radiantly new and interesting , and he breathes into the old
forms of poetry his own delighted sense of rhythm , until they too become fresh
and vivid as the flowers that come to us with untiring wonder year by year .
... into something radiantly new and interesting , and he breathes into the old
forms of poetry his own delighted sense of rhythm , until they too become fresh
and vivid as the flowers that come to us with untiring wonder year by year .
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But soon a wonder came to light , That show ' d the rogues they lied , The man
recover ' d of the bite , The dog it was that died . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . TO
DAFFODILS Fair Daffodils , we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the
early ...
But soon a wonder came to light , That show ' d the rogues they lied , The man
recover ' d of the bite , The dog it was that died . OLIVER GOLDSMITH . TO
DAFFODILS Fair Daffodils , we weep to see You haste away so soon : As yet the
early ...
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In arguing too , the parson own ' d his skill , For e ' en though vanquish ' d , he
could argue still ; While words of learned length and thund ' ring sound Amazed
the gazing rustics ranged around , And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew
...
In arguing too , the parson own ' d his skill , For e ' en though vanquish ' d , he
could argue still ; While words of learned length and thund ' ring sound Amazed
the gazing rustics ranged around , And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew
...
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