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Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall , And answer , '
Let one living head , But one arise , —we come , we come l ' ' Tis but the living
who are dumb . In vain - in vain : strike other chords ; Fill high the cup with ...
Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall , And answer , '
Let one living head , But one arise , —we come , we come l ' ' Tis but the living
who are dumb . In vain - in vain : strike other chords ; Fill high the cup with ...
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As some tall cliff , that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway
leaves the storm , Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal
sunshine settles on its head . Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way ,
With ...
As some tall cliff , that lifts its awful form , Swells from the vale , and midway
leaves the storm , Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread , Eternal
sunshine settles on its head . Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way ,
With ...
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Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my
mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine , and curious peach , Into my hands
themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons , as I pass , Insnared with flowers , I
fall on ...
Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my
mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine , and curious peach , Into my hands
themselves do reach ; Stumbling on melons , as I pass , Insnared with flowers , I
fall on ...
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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