The Wind on the Heath: A Gypsy AnthologyJohn Sampson |
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... Mother WEET mother , sweet , would that thou hadst not borne SWE me . Would rather that thou hadst borne a stone ! The stone knows not when its mother is dead , But I , poor lark , sing in the breeze , Sing in the sunshine the death of ...
... Mother WEET mother , sweet , would that thou hadst not borne SWE me . Would rather that thou hadst borne a stone ! The stone knows not when its mother is dead , But I , poor lark , sing in the breeze , Sing in the sunshine the death of ...
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... mother was to be buried at the dead of night . We were only gypsies , and the authorities would not per- mit the ... Mother will be burnt up , ' we wept . Mother will be burnt up . ' Father fell upon his face on the grass crying like a ...
... mother was to be buried at the dead of night . We were only gypsies , and the authorities would not per- mit the ... Mother will be burnt up , ' we wept . Mother will be burnt up . ' Father fell upon his face on the grass crying like a ...
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... Mother's love grows by giving , Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting ; Black Manhood comes , when riotous guilty living Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting . Kiss , baby , kiss , Mother's lips shine by kisses ...
... Mother's love grows by giving , Drain the sweet founts that only thrive by wasting ; Black Manhood comes , when riotous guilty living Hands thee the cup that shall be death in tasting . Kiss , baby , kiss , Mother's lips shine by kisses ...
Contents
LORDS OF THE UNIVERSE | 3 |
THE YOUTHFUL RUSKIN SPEAKS | 10 |
WHERE DO WE COME FROM? | 16 |
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