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With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head , And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed , And daffadillies fill their cups with tears , To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies .
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head , And every flower that sad embroidery wears ; Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed , And daffadillies fill their cups with tears , To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies .
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Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories , till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn , And on the mere the wailing died away . Tears , idle tears TEARS , idle tears , I MORTE D'ARTHUR 207.
Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories , till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn , And on the mere the wailing died away . Tears , idle tears TEARS , idle tears , I MORTE D'ARTHUR 207.
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Come , sit beside me on this sand , and take My head betwixt thy hands , and kiss my cheeks , And wash them with thy tears , and say , My Son ! Quick ! quick ! for number'd are my sands of life , And swift ; for like the lightning to ...
Come , sit beside me on this sand , and take My head betwixt thy hands , and kiss my cheeks , And wash them with thy tears , and say , My Son ! Quick ! quick ! for number'd are my sands of life , And swift ; for like the lightning to ...
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