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Why does your sword so drip with blood , And why so sad are ye , O ? ” “ O I have killed my hawk so good , Mother , mother , O I have killed my hawk so good And I have no more but he , O. ” “ Your hawk's blood was never so red , Edward ...
Why does your sword so drip with blood , And why so sad are ye , O ? ” “ O I have killed my hawk so good , Mother , mother , O I have killed my hawk so good And I have no more but he , O. ” “ Your hawk's blood was never so red , Edward ...
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D. H. LAWRENCE 1885 - 1930 LIGHTNING I felt the lurch and halt of her heart Next my breast , where my own heart was beating ; And I laughed to feel it plunge and bound , And strange in my blood - swept ears was the sound Of the words I ...
D. H. LAWRENCE 1885 - 1930 LIGHTNING I felt the lurch and halt of her heart Next my breast , where my own heart was beating ; And I laughed to feel it plunge and bound , And strange in my blood - swept ears was the sound Of the words I ...
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On the Tomb : Still falls the Rain In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain Nurtures its greed , that worm with the brow of Cain . Still falls the Rain At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross .
On the Tomb : Still falls the Rain In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain Nurtures its greed , that worm with the brow of Cain . Still falls the Rain At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross .
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EARLY BALLADS | 25 |
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EARLY SONGS | 60 |
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