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... head : The fishermen , that walk upon the beach , Appear like mice ; and yond ' tall anchoring bark Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock , a buoy Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge , That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes ...
... head : The fishermen , that walk upon the beach , Appear like mice ; and yond ' tall anchoring bark Diminish'd to her cock ; her cock , a buoy Almost too small for sight : the murmuring surge , That on the unnumber'd idle pebbles chafes ...
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... heads together like their sheaves : Men have no faith in fine - spun sen- timent Who put their trust in bullocks and in beeves . The birds were doomed ; and , as the record shows , A bounty offered for the head of crows . There was ...
... heads together like their sheaves : Men have no faith in fine - spun sen- timent Who put their trust in bullocks and in beeves . The birds were doomed ; and , as the record shows , A bounty offered for the head of crows . There was ...
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... head . " Now whether " ( said I to our cordial friend , Who in the hey - day of astonishment Smiled in my face ) , " this were in simple truth A work accomplished by the brother- hood Of ancient mountains , or my ear was touched With ...
... head . " Now whether " ( said I to our cordial friend , Who in the hey - day of astonishment Smiled in my face ) , " this were in simple truth A work accomplished by the brother- hood Of ancient mountains , or my ear was touched With ...
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... nymph , but for a reed . What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine , and curious peach , Into my hands NATURE . 25.
... nymph , but for a reed . What wondrous life is this I lead ! Ripe apples drop about my head ; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine ; The nectarine , and curious peach , Into my hands NATURE . 25.
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... Head ? There's a shade of doubt on the cap- tain's brow , And the pilot watches the heaving lead . I stand at the wheel , and with eager eye , To sea and to sky and to shore I gaze , Till the muttered order of " Full and by ! " Is ...
... Head ? There's a shade of doubt on the cap- tain's brow , And the pilot watches the heaving lead . I stand at the wheel , and with eager eye , To sea and to sky and to shore I gaze , Till the muttered order of " Full and by ! " Is ...
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