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... thought ( thought , mother of science ) ; Sweet birds kindly do grant harmony unto thee ; Fair trees ' shade is enough fortification , Nor danger to thyself if be not in thyself . O sweet woods , the delight of solitariness ! O , how ...
... thought ( thought , mother of science ) ; Sweet birds kindly do grant harmony unto thee ; Fair trees ' shade is enough fortification , Nor danger to thyself if be not in thyself . O sweet woods , the delight of solitariness ! O , how ...
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... thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods , And mountains ... thoughts , the nurse , The guide , the guardian of my heart , and soul Of all my moral being . Nor perchance , If I ...
... thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods , And mountains ... thoughts , the nurse , The guide , the guardian of my heart , and soul Of all my moral being . Nor perchance , If I ...
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... thought he'd better join . - He wonders why . Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts , That's why ; and maybe ... thought of ; all their guilt , And Austria's , did not move him . And no fears Of Fear came yet . He thought of jewelled ...
... thought he'd better join . - He wonders why . Someone had said he'd look a god in kilts , That's why ; and maybe ... thought of ; all their guilt , And Austria's , did not move him . And no fears Of Fear came yet . He thought of jewelled ...
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Gay John 283285 | 50 |
Gray Thomas 292299 | 111 |
Griffin Bartholomew | 117 |
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