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Sunday up the River AN IDYLL OF COCKAIGNE 7 I I LOOKED out into the morning , I looked out into the west : The soft blue eye of the quiet sky Still drooped in dreamy rest ; The trees were still like clouds there , The clouds like ...
Sunday up the River AN IDYLL OF COCKAIGNE 7 I I LOOKED out into the morning , I looked out into the west : The soft blue eye of the quiet sky Still drooped in dreamy rest ; The trees were still like clouds there , The clouds like ...
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Tis morning : but no morning can restore What we have forfeited . I see no sin : The wrong is mixed . In tragic life , God wot , No villain need be ! Passions spin the plot : We are betrayed by what is false within .
Tis morning : but no morning can restore What we have forfeited . I see no sin : The wrong is mixed . In tragic life , God wot , No villain need be ! Passions spin the plot : We are betrayed by what is false within .
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In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine . I built my soul a lordly pleasure - house .. In what torne ship soever ... I caught this morning morning's minion , king- . Is it her nature or is it her will . Is there , for honest poverty .
In vain to me the smiling Mornings shine . I built my soul a lordly pleasure - house .. In what torne ship soever ... I caught this morning morning's minion , king- . Is it her nature or is it her will . Is there , for honest poverty .
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