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Page 184
Oh , weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou , sad Hour , selected from all years To mourn our loss , rouse thy obscure compeers , And teach them thine own sorrow , say : “ With me ...
Oh , weep for Adonais ! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds so dear a head ! And thou , sad Hour , selected from all years To mourn our loss , rouse thy obscure compeers , And teach them thine own sorrow , say : “ With me ...
Page 186
To Phoebus was not Hyacinth ? so dear Nor to himself Narcissus , as to both Thou , Adonais ; wan they stand and sere Amid the faint companions of their youth , With dew all turned to tears ; odor , to sighing ruth .
To Phoebus was not Hyacinth ? so dear Nor to himself Narcissus , as to both Thou , Adonais ; wan they stand and sere Amid the faint companions of their youth , With dew all turned to tears ; odor , to sighing ruth .
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1 3 Tears , idle tears , I know not what they mean , 35 Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart , and gather to the eyes , In looking on the happy autumn - fields , And thinking of the days that are no more .
1 3 Tears , idle tears , I know not what they mean , 35 Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart , and gather to the eyes , In looking on the happy autumn - fields , And thinking of the days that are no more .
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WILLIAM WORDSWORTH | 14 |
My Heart Leaps Up | 40 |
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