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If I tell you that I saw the moon last night , you will at once make the moon in your
mind . And if some one has himself seen a thing very clearly indeed , he will be
able to tell us about it so well that we in our turn can make it very clearly in our ...
If I tell you that I saw the moon last night , you will at once make the moon in your
mind . And if some one has himself seen a thing very clearly indeed , he will be
able to tell us about it so well that we in our turn can make it very clearly in our ...
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Before I give you one penny , sweetheart , Pray tell me where you were born . At
Islington , kind sir , said she , Where I have had many a scorn . I prythe ,
sweetheart , then tell to me , O tell me , whether you know , The bayliffe's
daughter of ...
Before I give you one penny , sweetheart , Pray tell me where you were born . At
Islington , kind sir , said she , Where I have had many a scorn . I prythe ,
sweetheart , then tell to me , O tell me , whether you know , The bayliffe's
daughter of ...
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... my God and King Tell me about that harvest field Tell me not , sweet , I am
unkind The bird in the corn The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The fountains
mingle with the river The glories of our blood and state The green corn waving in
the ...
... my God and King Tell me about that harvest field Tell me not , sweet , I am
unkind The bird in the corn The curfew tolls the knell of parting day The fountains
mingle with the river The glories of our blood and state The green corn waving in
the ...
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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