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My piteous plight in yonder naked tree , Which bears the thunder - scar , too plain I see : Quite destitute it stands of shelter kind , The mark of storms , and sport of every wind : The riven trunk feels not the ' approach of spring ...
My piteous plight in yonder naked tree , Which bears the thunder - scar , too plain I see : Quite destitute it stands of shelter kind , The mark of storms , and sport of every wind : The riven trunk feels not the ' approach of spring ...
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... beneath the hillock weep ; Oft hear him murmur to the winds that blow O'er his white locks and bury them in snow ... like yon wither'd leaf , remain behind , “ Nipt by the frost , and shivering in the wind ; ' There it abides till ...
... beneath the hillock weep ; Oft hear him murmur to the winds that blow O'er his white locks and bury them in snow ... like yon wither'd leaf , remain behind , “ Nipt by the frost , and shivering in the wind ; ' There it abides till ...
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Thee sitting careless on a granary floor , Thy hair soft - lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap'd furrow sound asleep , Drows'd with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ...
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor , Thy hair soft - lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half - reap'd furrow sound asleep , Drows'd with the fume of poppies , while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers ...
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Contents
THE ELIZABETHAN PASTORAL II | 11 |
Egloga Tertia | 23 |
Four poems from the Arcadia | 37 |
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