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DEATH How weak a star doth rule mankind , Which owes its ruin to the same
Causes which Nature had designed To cherish and preserve the frame ! As
commonwealths may be secure , And no remote invasion dread , Yet may a
sadder fall ...
DEATH How weak a star doth rule mankind , Which owes its ruin to the same
Causes which Nature had designed To cherish and preserve the frame ! As
commonwealths may be secure , And no remote invasion dread , Yet may a
sadder fall ...
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DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME DEATH stands above me , whispering low I know
not what into my ear : Of his strange language all I know Is , there is not a word of
fear . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR . THE THRUSH'S NEST WITHIN & thick and ...
DEATH STANDS ABOVE ME DEATH stands above me , whispering low I know
not what into my ear : Of his strange language all I know Is , there is not a word of
fear . WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR . THE THRUSH'S NEST WITHIN & thick and ...
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My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under the willow - tree . Black his
locks as the winter night , White his skin as the summer snow , Red his face as
the morning light , Cold he lies in the grave below . My love is dead , Gone to his
...
My love is dead , Gone to his death - bed , All under the willow - tree . Black his
locks as the winter night , White his skin as the summer snow , Red his face as
the morning light , Cold he lies in the grave below . My love is dead , Gone to his
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Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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