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Shelley wrote of it thus , O wild West Wind , thou breath of Autumn's being , Thou ,
from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven , like ghosts from an
enchanter fleeing , Yellow , and black , and pale , and hectic red . ' You will notice
...
Shelley wrote of it thus , O wild West Wind , thou breath of Autumn's being , Thou ,
from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven , like ghosts from an
enchanter fleeing , Yellow , and black , and pale , and hectic red . ' You will notice
...
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... about us friendly seals Like Christian folk were dancing reels Unto the fiddle's
endless tune That kept on spinning merrily As though it never meant to stop . And
never once the snow - white maid A moment stayed To take a breath , Though I ...
... about us friendly seals Like Christian folk were dancing reels Unto the fiddle's
endless tune That kept on spinning merrily As though it never meant to stop . And
never once the snow - white maid A moment stayed To take a breath , Though I ...
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... with panting breath Upon a far untravelled floe , Beneath a gentle drift of
snowSnow drifting gently , fine and white , Out of the endless Polar night , Falling
and falling evermore Upon that far untravelled shore , Till I was buried fathoms
deep ...
... with panting breath Upon a far untravelled floe , Beneath a gentle drift of
snowSnow drifting gently , fine and white , Out of the endless Polar night , Falling
and falling evermore Upon that far untravelled shore , Till I was buried fathoms
deep ...
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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Términos y frases comunes
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