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... WIND I O WILD West Wind , thou breath of Autumn's being , Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing , Yellow , and black , and pale , and hectic red , Pestilence - stricken ...
... WIND I O WILD West Wind , thou breath of Autumn's being , Thou from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing , Yellow , and black , and pale , and hectic red , Pestilence - stricken ...
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... wind ; Or on a half - reaped furrow sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ...
... wind ; Or on a half - reaped furrow sound asleep , Drowsed with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twinèd flowers ; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook ...
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... wind in the old anger , But then it threshed another wood . Then , ' twas before my time , the Roman At yonder heaving hill would stare : The blood that warms an English yeoman , The thoughts that hurt him , they were there . There ...
... wind in the old anger , But then it threshed another wood . Then , ' twas before my time , the Roman At yonder heaving hill would stare : The blood that warms an English yeoman , The thoughts that hurt him , they were there . There ...
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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