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... thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ?
... thou feel'st a lover's case ; I read it in thy looks ; thy languish'd grace , To me that feel the like , thy state descries . Then , even of fellowship , O Moon , tell me , Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit ?
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35 40 45 4 Ye blessed Creatures , I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival , My head hath its coronal , The fullness of your bliss , I feel - I feel it ...
35 40 45 4 Ye blessed Creatures , I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival , My head hath its coronal , The fullness of your bliss , I feel - I feel it ...
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10 I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark 5 I wake and feel the fell of dark , not day . What hours , O what black hours we have spent This night ! what sights you , heart , saw ; ways you went ! And more must , in yet longer light's delay .
10 I Wake and Feel the Fell of Dark 5 I wake and feel the fell of dark , not day . What hours , O what black hours we have spent This night ! what sights you , heart , saw ; ways you went ! And more must , in yet longer light's delay .
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
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