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You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two
such lessons , why forget The nobler and the manlier one ? You have the letters
Cadmus gaveThink ye he meant them for a slave ? Fill high the bowl with Samian
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You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet ; Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone ? Of two
such lessons , why forget The nobler and the manlier one ? You have the letters
Cadmus gaveThink ye he meant them for a slave ? Fill high the bowl with Samian
...
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NOW THAT THE WINTER'S GONE Now that the winter's gone , the earth hath lost
Her snow - white robes , and now no more the frost Candies the grass , or culls
an icy cream Upon the silver lake , or crystal stream ; But the warm sun thaws the
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NOW THAT THE WINTER'S GONE Now that the winter's gone , the earth hath lost
Her snow - white robes , and now no more the frost Candies the grass , or culls
an icy cream Upon the silver lake , or crystal stream ; But the warm sun thaws the
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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
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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
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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