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Cuckoo , ' cries he ; Jug , jug , ' sings she ; From bush to bush , from tree to tree : Why in one place then tarry we ? Come away ! why do we stay ? We have no debt or rent to pay ; No bargains or accounts make , Nor land or lease to ...
Cuckoo , ' cries he ; Jug , jug , ' sings she ; From bush to bush , from tree to tree : Why in one place then tarry we ? Come away ! why do we stay ? We have no debt or rent to pay ; No bargains or accounts make , Nor land or lease to ...
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A hiding mane of green - barked yew - tree Supports the sky : Beautiful spot ! the large green of an oak Fronting the storm . A tree of apples - great its bounty ! Like a hostel vast : A pretty bush , thick as a fist , of tiny hazelnuts ...
A hiding mane of green - barked yew - tree Supports the sky : Beautiful spot ! the large green of an oak Fronting the storm . A tree of apples - great its bounty ! Like a hostel vast : A pretty bush , thick as a fist , of tiny hazelnuts ...
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Leaning my back against the tree , I was not long in falling into a slumber . I particularly remember that slumber of mine beneath the ash tree , for it was about the sweetest slumber that I ever enjoyed ; how long I continued in it I ...
Leaning my back against the tree , I was not long in falling into a slumber . I particularly remember that slumber of mine beneath the ash tree , for it was about the sweetest slumber that I ever enjoyed ; how long I continued in it I ...
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