Poetry in EnglishMacmillan, 1970 - 758 sidor |
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... never fades , And all things fit against her coming there . If any ask me why so soon I came , I'll hide her sin , and say it was my lot ; In life and death I'll tender her good name , My life nor death shall never be her blot ...
... never fades , And all things fit against her coming there . If any ask me why so soon I came , I'll hide her sin , and say it was my lot ; In life and death I'll tender her good name , My life nor death shall never be her blot ...
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... never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun , And hide in cooling tree , a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new - mown mead ; That is the grasshopper's - he takes the lead In the summer luxury , -he has never ...
... never dead : When all the birds are faint with the hot sun , And hide in cooling tree , a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new - mown mead ; That is the grasshopper's - he takes the lead In the summer luxury , -he has never ...
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... never before , wastage as never before . 20 Young blood and high blood , fair cheeks , and fine bodies ; fortitude as never before frankness as never before , disillusions as never told in the old days , 25 hysterias , trench ...
... never before , wastage as never before . 20 Young blood and high blood , fair cheeks , and fine bodies ; fortitude as never before frankness as never before , disillusions as never told in the old days , 25 hysterias , trench ...
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