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Sea , and hill , and wood , With all the numberless goings on of life Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame Lies on my low - burnt fire , and quivers not ; Only that film , which Auttered on the grate , Still flutters there ...
Sea , and hill , and wood , With all the numberless goings on of life Inaudible as dreams ! the thin blue flame Lies on my low - burnt fire , and quivers not ; Only that film , which Auttered on the grate , Still flutters there ...
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15 But the battle was scattered from hill to hill , From the windmill to the watermill ; And he said to himself , as it neared the noon , Two red roses across the moon . 20 You scarce could see for the scarlet and blue , A golden helm ...
15 But the battle was scattered from hill to hill , From the windmill to the watermill ; And he said to himself , as it neared the noon , Two red roses across the moon . 20 You scarce could see for the scarlet and blue , A golden helm ...
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Their chant shall be a chant of paradise , Out of their blood , returning to the sky ; And in their chant shall enter , voice by voice , The windy lake wherein their lord delights , The trees , like serafin , and echoing hills , That ...
Their chant shall be a chant of paradise , Out of their blood , returning to the sky ; And in their chant shall enter , voice by voice , The windy lake wherein their lord delights , The trees , like serafin , and echoing hills , That ...
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
Urheberrecht | |
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