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A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave , Το weep there . [ Twelfth Night , 1601 ] Clo . When that I was and a little tiny boy , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain ; A foolish thing ...
A thousand thousand sighs to save , Lay me , O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave , Το weep there . [ Twelfth Night , 1601 ] Clo . When that I was and a little tiny boy , With hey , ho , the wind and the rain ; A foolish thing ...
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The Woodspurge 140 THE wind flapped loose , the wind was still , Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will , I sat now , for the wind was still . was , - Between my knees forehead my My lips , drawn in ...
The Woodspurge 140 THE wind flapped loose , the wind was still , Shaken out dead from tree and hill : I had walked on at the wind's will , I sat now , for the wind was still . was , - Between my knees forehead my My lips , drawn in ...
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O wild West Wind , thou breath of Autumn's being O Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut ... Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin - like . O world ! O life ! O time !. Martial , hou gav'st farre nobler epigrammes .. ye wha are sae guid ...
O wild West Wind , thou breath of Autumn's being O Willie brew'd a peck o ' maut ... Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin - like . O world ! O life ! O time !. Martial , hou gav'st farre nobler epigrammes .. ye wha are sae guid ...
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