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But I know the months all , And their sweet names , April , May and June and October , As you call and call I must remember What died in April And consider what will be born Of a fair November ; а And April I love for what It was born ...
But I know the months all , And their sweet names , April , May and June and October , As you call and call I must remember What died in April And consider what will be born Of a fair November ; а And April I love for what It was born ...
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ROBERT BURNS ( 1759–1796 ) To Lucasta , on going to the wars Tell me not , Sweet , I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly . True , a new mistress now I chase , The 79.
ROBERT BURNS ( 1759–1796 ) To Lucasta , on going to the wars Tell me not , Sweet , I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly . True , a new mistress now I chase , The 79.
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She found me roots of relish sweet , And honey wild , and manna dew , And sure in language strange she saidShe took me to her elfin grot , And there she. ' I love thee true ! ' 121 La Belle Dame sans Merci.
She found me roots of relish sweet , And honey wild , and manna dew , And sure in language strange she saidShe took me to her elfin grot , And there she. ' I love thee true ! ' 121 La Belle Dame sans Merci.
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