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THE PERFECT LIFE It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make Man better be
; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald ,
and sere ; A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that nightIt
was ...
THE PERFECT LIFE It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make Man better be
; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald ,
and sere ; A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that nightIt
was ...
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Not always fall of leaf , nor ever spring , Not endless night , not yet eternal day :
The saddest birds a season find to sing ;The roughest storm a calm may soon
allay : Thus , with succeeding turns , God tempereth all , That man may hope to
rise ...
Not always fall of leaf , nor ever spring , Not endless night , not yet eternal day :
The saddest birds a season find to sing ;The roughest storm a calm may soon
allay : Thus , with succeeding turns , God tempereth all , That man may hope to
rise ...
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So often has he known thee past him stray Rapt , twirling in thy hand a wither'd
spray , And waiting for the spark from Heaven to fall . And once , in winter , on the
causeway chill Where home through flooded fields foot - travellers go , Have I not
...
So often has he known thee past him stray Rapt , twirling in thy hand a wither'd
spray , And waiting for the spark from Heaven to fall . And once , in winter , on the
causeway chill Where home through flooded fields foot - travellers go , Have I not
...
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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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