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A WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee - hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A
willowy brook , that turns a mill , With many a fall shall linger near . The swallow ,
oft , beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay - built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim
...
A WISH MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee - hive's hum shall soothe my ear ; A
willowy brook , that turns a mill , With many a fall shall linger near . The swallow ,
oft , beneath my thatch Shall twitter from her clay - built nest ; Oft shall the pilgrim
...
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A WISH This only grant me , that my means may lie Too low for envy , for
contempt too high . Some honour I would have , Not from great deeds , but good
alone . The unknown are better than ill known ; Rumour can ope the grave .
A WISH This only grant me , that my means may lie Too low for envy , for
contempt too high . Some honour I would have , Not from great deeds , but good
alone . The unknown are better than ill known ; Rumour can ope the grave .
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IX I wish my grave were growing green , A winding sheet drawn owre my een ,
And I in Helen's arms lying , On fair Kirconnell lea . X I wish I were where Helen
lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies , For her sake
that ...
IX I wish my grave were growing green , A winding sheet drawn owre my een ,
And I in Helen's arms lying , On fair Kirconnell lea . X I wish I were where Helen
lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies , For her sake
that ...
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Contenido
Editors Introduction | 15 |
My Lady Greensleeves | 28 |
From Songs of Innocence William Blake | 29 |
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