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Page 83
... gone , Save that to die I leave my love alone . NO LONGER mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell : Nay , if you read ...
... gone , Save that to die I leave my love alone . NO LONGER mourn for me when I am dead Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world with vilest worms to dwell : Nay , if you read ...
Page 101
... gone . THE FUNERAL WHOEVER Comes to shroud me , do not harm Nor question much The subtle wreath of hair , which crowns my arm ; The mystery , the sign you must not touch , For ' tis my outward soul , Viceroy to that , which then to ...
... gone . THE FUNERAL WHOEVER Comes to shroud me , do not harm Nor question much The subtle wreath of hair , which crowns my arm ; The mystery , the sign you must not touch , For ' tis my outward soul , Viceroy to that , which then to ...
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... gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright , And my sad thoughts doth clear . It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast Like stars upon some gloomy grove , Or those faint beams ...
... gone into the world of light ! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright , And my sad thoughts doth clear . It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast Like stars upon some gloomy grove , Or those faint beams ...
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Adlestrop beauty Beeny beneath bird blood breast breath bright clouds Colour-Sergeant dance Danny Deever dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth echo ring eternal ev'ry eyes face fair fall fear fire flame flowers forto grace Grantchester green GRONGAR HILL hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour Hymen kings kiss land leaves light live look Lord lute Lycidas mind moon morning Muse ne'er never NICHOLAS BRETON night nymphs o'er peace pleasure pow'r praise pride rest rose round Samian wine shade shadow shine sigh sight sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stars stood sweet tears tell thee thine things thought Timor mortis conturbat Tiresias trees twas unto voice vrom W. B. YEATS weep wild wind woods youth