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Page 365
... hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sang the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . " Piper , sit thee down and write In a book , that all may read . " So he vanished from my sight ...
... hear . " Drop thy pipe , thy happy pipe ; Sing thy songs of happy cheer : " So I sang the same again , While he wept with joy to hear . " Piper , sit thee down and write In a book , that all may read . " So he vanished from my sight ...
Page 383
... hear , I hear , with joy I hear ! -But there's a Tree , of many , one , A single Field which I have looked upon , Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the ...
... hear , I hear , with joy I hear ! -But there's a Tree , of many , one , A single Field which I have looked upon , Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the ...
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... hear . Here of a Sunday morning My love and I would lie , And see the coloured counties , And hear the larks so high About us in the sky . The bells would ring to call her In valleys miles away : " Come all to church , good people ...
... hear . Here of a Sunday morning My love and I would lie , And see the coloured counties , And hear the larks so high About us in the sky . The bells would ring to call her In valleys miles away : " Come all to church , good people ...
Contents
INTRODUCTION I | 1 |
INTRODUCTION TO NARRATIVE POETRY | 37 |
EDMUND SPENSER | 42 |
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