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No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green . Fond lovers ,
cruel as their flame , Cut in these trees their mistress ' name : Little , alas ! they
know or heed , How far these beauties hers exceed ! Fair trees ! wheres'e'er your
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No white nor red was ever seen So amorous as this lovely green . Fond lovers ,
cruel as their flame , Cut in these trees their mistress ' name : Little , alas ! they
know or heed , How far these beauties hers exceed ! Fair trees ! wheres'e'er your
...
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But rumours hung about the country - side That the lost Scholar long was seen to
stray , Seen by rare glimpses , pensive and tongue - tied , In hat of antique shape
, and cloak of gray , The same the gipsies wore . Shepherds had met him on ...
But rumours hung about the country - side That the lost Scholar long was seen to
stray , Seen by rare glimpses , pensive and tongue - tied , In hat of antique shape
, and cloak of gray , The same the gipsies wore . Shepherds had met him on ...
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And then they land , and thou art seen no more ! Maidens who from the distant
hamlets come To dance around the Fyfield elm in May , Oft through the darkening
fields have seen thee roam , Or cross a stile into the public way . Oft thou hast ...
And then they land , and thou art seen no more ! Maidens who from the distant
hamlets come To dance around the Fyfield elm in May , Oft through the darkening
fields have seen thee roam , Or cross a stile into the public way . Oft thou hast ...
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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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