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Page 230
... hill to hill , Till Contemplation had her fill . About his chequered sides I wind , And leave his brooks and meads behind , And groves and grottoes where I lay , And vistas shooting beams of day ; Wide and wider spreads the vale , As ...
... hill to hill , Till Contemplation had her fill . About his chequered sides I wind , And leave his brooks and meads behind , And groves and grottoes where I lay , And vistas shooting beams of day ; Wide and wider spreads the vale , As ...
Page 353
... HILL WHEN Sycamore leaves wer a - spreaden , Green - ruddy , in hedges , Bezide the red doust o ' the ridges , A - dried at Woak Hill ; I packed up my goods all a - sheenen Wi ' long years o ' handlen On dousty red wheels ov a waggon ...
... HILL WHEN Sycamore leaves wer a - spreaden , Green - ruddy , in hedges , Bezide the red doust o ' the ridges , A - dried at Woak Hill ; I packed up my goods all a - sheenen Wi ' long years o ' handlen On dousty red wheels ov a waggon ...
Page 475
... the simple light In the first , spinning place , the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise . And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Thomas 475 Fern Hill.
... the simple light In the first , spinning place , the spellbound horses walking warm Out of the whinnying green stable On to the fields of praise . And honoured among foxes and pheasants by the gay house Thomas 475 Fern Hill.
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