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And over the grass would seem to pass ' Neath the deep dark blue of the sky ,
Something much better than words between me And Nicholas Nye . But dusk
would come in the apple boughs , The green of the glow - worm shine , The birds
in ...
And over the grass would seem to pass ' Neath the deep dark blue of the sky ,
Something much better than words between me And Nicholas Nye . But dusk
would come in the apple boughs , The green of the glow - worm shine , The birds
in ...
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ARABIA Far are the shades of Arabia , Where the Princes ride at noon , ' Mid the
verdurous vales and thickets , Under the ghost of the moon ; And so dark is that
vaulted purple Flowers in the forest rise And toss into blossom ' gainst the ...
ARABIA Far are the shades of Arabia , Where the Princes ride at noon , ' Mid the
verdurous vales and thickets , Under the ghost of the moon ; And so dark is that
vaulted purple Flowers in the forest rise And toss into blossom ' gainst the ...
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Oft thou hast given them store Of flowers — the frail - leaf'd , white anemone ,
Dark bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves , And purple orchises with
spotted leavesBut none has words she can report of thee . And , above Godstow
...
Oft thou hast given them store Of flowers — the frail - leaf'd , white anemone ,
Dark bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves , And purple orchises with
spotted leavesBut none has words she can report of thee . And , above Godstow
...
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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