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I must finish my journey alone , Never hear the sweet music of speech ; I start at the sound of my own . The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man , Their tameness is shocking ...
I must finish my journey alone , Never hear the sweet music of speech ; I start at the sound of my own . The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see ; They are so unacquainted with man , Their tameness is shocking ...
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... The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun ; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind , In the sound of a few leaves , Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same ...
... The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun ; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind , In the sound of a few leaves , Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same ...
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The song and water were not medleyed sound Even if what she sang was what she heard , Since what she sang was uttered word by word . It may be that in all her phrases stirred The grinding water and the gasping wind ; But it was she and ...
The song and water were not medleyed sound Even if what she sang was what she heard , Since what she sang was uttered word by word . It may be that in all her phrases stirred The grinding water and the gasping wind ; But it was she and ...
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
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