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... , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads and then lay by . In sweet music is such art , Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep , or hearing die . Shakespeare . 7 Spring SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the.
... , Even the billows of the sea , Hung their heads and then lay by . In sweet music is such art , Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep , or hearing die . Shakespeare . 7 Spring SPRING , the sweet Spring , is the.
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... head a grass - green turf , At his heels a stone . White his shroud as the mountain snow , Larded with sweet flowers , Which bewept to the grave did go With true - love showers . Shakespeare . 16 Joa on , jog on , the footpath way , And ...
... head a grass - green turf , At his heels a stone . White his shroud as the mountain snow , Larded with sweet flowers , Which bewept to the grave did go With true - love showers . Shakespeare . 16 Joa on , jog on , the footpath way , And ...
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... the morrow : We thought , as we hollow'd his narrow bed And smooth'd down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! gone , Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that ' 16.
... the morrow : We thought , as we hollow'd his narrow bed And smooth'd down his lonely pillow , That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head , And we far away on the billow ! gone , Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that ' 16.
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... head ! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead . My Captain does not answer , his lips are pale and still , My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound , its ...
... head ! It is some dream that on the deck You've fallen cold and dead . My Captain does not answer , his lips are pale and still , My father does not feel my arm , he has no pulse nor will ; The ship is anchor'd safe and sound , its ...
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... head , And sit down by their bed .. Blake . 35 Cradle Song SWEET and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and ...
... head , And sit down by their bed .. Blake . 35 Cradle Song SWEET and low , sweet and low , Wind of the western sea , Low , low , breathe and blow , Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go , Come from the dying moon , and ...
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A. E. Housman auld auld lang syne beauty beneath birds blow breath bright Burns calm Cassius cloud cold dark dead dear death deep delight doth dread dream earth echoing Green eyes fair Farewell flowers glory grave green hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart heaven Henry Newbolt hill John Anderson king Kirconnell land Laurence Binyon leaves light live lonely Lord loud Lycidas maun Milton mist moon morning never night o'er pain pale peace Plymouth Hoe poem QUINQUEREME rest Ring round seem'd Shakespeare Shelley ship shore silent sing sleep song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanza stars stream sweet syne tears thee thine things thou art thought tree True Thomas Twas voice W. B. Yeats W. H. Davies waves weary wild wind wings woods youth