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Página 119
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 ...
Página 191
In arguing too , the parson own'd his skill , For e'en though vanquish'd , he could
argue still ; While words of learned length and thund'ring sound Amazed the
gazing rustics ranged around , And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew ,
That ...
In arguing too , the parson own'd his skill , For e'en though vanquish'd , he could
argue still ; While words of learned length and thund'ring sound Amazed the
gazing rustics ranged around , And still they gazed , and still the wonder grew ,
That ...
Página 231
The colour has painted itself in my heart . The form is patterned in my head . So
now I take it everywhere ; See it whenever I look round ; Hear it growing through
every sound , Know exactly the sound it makesRemembering , as one must The ...
The colour has painted itself in my heart . The form is patterned in my head . So
now I take it everywhere ; See it whenever I look round ; Hear it growing through
every sound , Know exactly the sound it makesRemembering , as one must The ...
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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