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Oft thou hast given them store Of flowers — the frail - leaf'd , white anemone ,
Dark bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves , And purple orchises with
spotted leavesBut none has words she can report of thee . And , above Godstow
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Oft thou hast given them store Of flowers — the frail - leaf'd , white anemone ,
Dark bluebells drench'd with dews of summer eves , And purple orchises with
spotted leavesBut none has words she can report of thee . And , above Godstow
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... Hinksey and its wintry ridge ? And thou hast climb'd the hill And gain'd the
white brow of the Cumner range ; Turn'd once to watch , while thick the
snowflakes fall , The line of festal light in Christ - Church hallThen sought thy
straw in some ...
... Hinksey and its wintry ridge ? And thou hast climb'd the hill And gain'd the
white brow of the Cumner range ; Turn'd once to watch , while thick the
snowflakes fall , The line of festal light in Christ - Church hallThen sought thy
straw in some ...
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-No , no , thou hast not felt the lapse of hours ! For what wears out the life of
mortal men ? ' Tis that from change to change their being rolls ; ' Tis that repeated
shocks , again , again , Exhaust the energy of strongest souls , And numb the
elastic ...
-No , no , thou hast not felt the lapse of hours ! For what wears out the life of
mortal men ? ' Tis that from change to change their being rolls ; ' Tis that repeated
shocks , again , again , Exhaust the energy of strongest souls , And numb the
elastic ...
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Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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