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The western tide crept up along the sand , And o'er and o'er the sand , And round
and round the sand , As far as eye could see . The rolling mist came down and
hid the land : And never home came she . " Oh ! is it weed , or fish , or floating ...
The western tide crept up along the sand , And o'er and o'er the sand , And round
and round the sand , As far as eye could see . The rolling mist came down and
hid the land : And never home came she . " Oh ! is it weed , or fish , or floating ...
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And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry ! ' ' Now who be ye , would
cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water ? ' O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle , And
this , Lord Ullin's daughter . And fast before her father's men Three days we've ...
And I'll give thee a silver pound To row us o'er the ferry ! ' ' Now who be ye , would
cross Lochgyle This dark and stormy water ? ' O I'm the chief of Ulva's isle , And
this , Lord Ullin's daughter . And fast before her father's men Three days we've ...
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Whate'er the theme , the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw
her singing at her work , And o'er the sickle bending ; I listen'd , motionless and
still ; And , as I mounted up the hill , The music in my heart I bore , Long after it ...
Whate'er the theme , the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw
her singing at her work , And o'er the sickle bending ; I listen'd , motionless and
still ; And , as I mounted up the hill , The music in my heart I bore , Long after it ...
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Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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