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DEAR IS MY LITTLE NATIVE VALE DEAR is my little native vale , The ring - dove
builds and murmurs there ; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing
villager ; The squirrel leaps from tree to tree , And shells his nuts at liberty .
DEAR IS MY LITTLE NATIVE VALE DEAR is my little native vale , The ring - dove
builds and murmurs there ; Close by my cot she tells her tale To every passing
villager ; The squirrel leaps from tree to tree , And shells his nuts at liberty .
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For him I threw lands , honours , wealth , away , And one dear hope , that was
more prized than they . For him I languished in a foreign clime , Grey - haired with
sorrow in my manhood's prime ; Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees ...
For him I threw lands , honours , wealth , away , And one dear hope , that was
more prized than they . For him I languished in a foreign clime , Grey - haired with
sorrow in my manhood's prime ; Heard on Lavernia Scargill's whispering trees ...
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As fair art thou , my bonie lass , So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still , my
dear , Till a ' the seas gang dry : Till a ' the seas gang dry , my dear , And the
rocks melt wi ' the sun ; 0 I will luve thee still , my dear , While the sands o ' life
shall ...
As fair art thou , my bonie lass , So deep in luve am I ; And I will luve thee still , my
dear , Till a ' the seas gang dry : Till a ' the seas gang dry , my dear , And the
rocks melt wi ' the sun ; 0 I will luve thee still , my dear , While the sands o ' life
shall ...
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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