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OLD CROW The bird in the corn Is a marvellous crow . He was laid and was born
In the season of snow ; And he chants his old catches Like a ghost under hatches
. He comes from the shades Of his wood very early 88 The Way of Poetry • A ...
OLD CROW The bird in the corn Is a marvellous crow . He was laid and was born
In the season of snow ; And he chants his old catches Like a ghost under hatches
. He comes from the shades Of his wood very early 88 The Way of Poetry • A ...
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He comes from the shades Of his wood very early , And works in the blades Of
the wheat and the barley , And he ' s happy , although He ' s a grumbleton crow .
The larks have devices For sunny delight , And the sheep in their fleeces Are ...
He comes from the shades Of his wood very early , And works in the blades Of
the wheat and the barley , And he ' s happy , although He ' s a grumbleton crow .
The larks have devices For sunny delight , And the sheep in their fleeces Are ...
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... There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots
so high , His listless length at noontide would he stretch , And pore upon the
brook that babbles by . ' Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn , Muttering
his ...
... There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots
so high , His listless length at noontide would he stretch , And pore upon the
brook that babbles by . ' Hard by yon wood , now smiling as in scorn , Muttering
his ...
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