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NIGHT THE sun descending in the west , The evening star does shine ; The birds
are silent in their nest , And I must seek for mine . The moon , like a flower , In
heaven's high bower , With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night . Farewell ...
NIGHT THE sun descending in the west , The evening star does shine ; The birds
are silent in their nest , And I must seek for mine . The moon , like a flower , In
heaven's high bower , With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night . Farewell ...
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O shame ! on every bush The pert birds scold or bid me hush , And — worst of all
- my master hies Out from the church with angry cries , And , save I forthwith
cease , his stick Descends upon me fast and thick . Lord - last - just this : at thy ...
O shame ! on every bush The pert birds scold or bid me hush , And — worst of all
- my master hies Out from the church with angry cries , And , save I forthwith
cease , his stick Descends upon me fast and thick . Lord - last - just this : at thy ...
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How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ! Thou'll break my heart ,
thou bonie bird , That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days
When my fause Luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonie bird , That ...
How can ye chant , ye little birds , And I sae fu ' o ' care ! Thou'll break my heart ,
thou bonie bird , That sings upon the bough ; Thou minds me o ' the happy days
When my fause Luve was true . Thou'll break my heart , thou bonie bird , That ...
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Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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