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Page 262
... hill , With labour spent , and thirst opprest , Whilst they strain hard to gain the West , From fetlocks hot drops ... hills seem mountains , and the ant Appears a monstrous elephant . A very little , little flock Shades thrice the ...
... hill , With labour spent , and thirst opprest , Whilst they strain hard to gain the West , From fetlocks hot drops ... hills seem mountains , and the ant Appears a monstrous elephant . A very little , little flock Shades thrice the ...
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... hill , My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still . " Then come home , my children , the sun ... hills are all covered with sheep . " " Well , well , go and play till the light fades away And then go home to bed ...
... hill , My heart is at rest within my breast And everything else is still . " Then come home , my children , the sun ... hills are all covered with sheep . " " Well , well , go and play till the light fades away And then go home to bed ...
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... hill Ever disclosed . And now I walk Down it the last time . Never will My heart beat so again at sight Of any hill although as fair And loftier . For infinite The change , late unperceived , this year , The twelfth , suddenly , shows ...
... hill Ever disclosed . And now I walk Down it the last time . Never will My heart beat so again at sight Of any hill although as fair And loftier . For infinite The change , late unperceived , this year , The twelfth , suddenly , shows ...
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