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... winds the road along a secret bay , Along the " wild meandering shore " to view , Obsequious grace the winding swan pursue ; He swells his lifted chest , and backward flings His bridling neck beneath his tow'ring wings ; On as he floats ...
... winds the road along a secret bay , Along the " wild meandering shore " to view , Obsequious grace the winding swan pursue ; He swells his lifted chest , and backward flings His bridling neck beneath his tow'ring wings ; On as he floats ...
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... wind , Hears Winter , calling all his terrors round , Rush down the living rocks with whirlwind sound . Through Nature's vale his homely pleasures glide , Unstained by envy , discontent , and pride , The bound of all his vanity , to ...
... wind , Hears Winter , calling all his terrors round , Rush down the living rocks with whirlwind sound . Through Nature's vale his homely pleasures glide , Unstained by envy , discontent , and pride , The bound of all his vanity , to ...
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... wind breathe soft , the curling waves , That break against the shore , shall lull thy mind By one soft impulse saved from vacancy . Who he was That piled these stones and with the. 29 LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW-TREE.
... wind breathe soft , the curling waves , That break against the shore , shall lull thy mind By one soft impulse saved from vacancy . Who he was That piled these stones and with the. 29 LINES LEFT UPON A SEAT IN A YEW-TREE.
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... wind that hardly curled The silent sea . From the sweet thoughts of home , And from all hope I was for ever hurled . For me - farthest from earthly port to roam Was best , could I but shun the spot where man might come . And oft I ...
... wind that hardly curled The silent sea . From the sweet thoughts of home , And from all hope I was for ever hurled . For me - farthest from earthly port to roam Was best , could I but shun the spot where man might come . And oft I ...
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... you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . THE PET LAMB . A PASTORAL . THE dew was. 47 LUCY GRAY .
... you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild . O'er rough and smooth she trips along , And never looks behind ; And sings a solitary song That whistles in the wind . THE PET LAMB . A PASTORAL . THE dew was. 47 LUCY GRAY .
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