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This is a deep law of our natures which none of the philosophers has been able
rightly to explain , but it is a law which we all recognise . And the poet , too , when
he feels and realises anything with sufficient intensity , finds his expression ...
This is a deep law of our natures which none of the philosophers has been able
rightly to explain , but it is a law which we all recognise . And the poet , too , when
he feels and realises anything with sufficient intensity , finds his expression ...
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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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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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Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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