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So that you see the poet does not have to discover and express new emotions
and thoughts , but rather to express any emotion and his thought about it in such
a way that we are certain that the experience in his mind is newly discovered by ...
So that you see the poet does not have to discover and express new emotions
and thoughts , but rather to express any emotion and his thought about it in such
a way that we are certain that the experience in his mind is newly discovered by ...
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HOME - THOUGHTS , FROM ABROAD Oh , to be in England now that April's
there , And whoever wakes in England sees , some morning , unaware , That the
lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm - tree bole are in tiny leaf
...
HOME - THOUGHTS , FROM ABROAD Oh , to be in England now that April's
there , And whoever wakes in England sees , some morning , unaware , That the
lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm - tree bole are in tiny leaf
...
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II Curst be the heart that thought the thought , And curst the hand that fired the
shot , When in my arms burd Helen dropt , And died to succour me ! III O think na
ye my heart was sair , When my Love dropp'd and spak nae mair ! There did she
...
II Curst be the heart that thought the thought , And curst the hand that fired the
shot , When in my arms burd Helen dropt , And died to succour me ! III O think na
ye my heart was sair , When my Love dropp'd and spak nae mair ! There did she
...
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Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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