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What will ye do with your towers and hall , That are so fair to see , O ? ” “ I'll let them stand till down they fall , Mother , mother , I'll let them stand till down they fall , For here nevermore may I be , O. ” What will ye leave to ...
What will ye do with your towers and hall , That are so fair to see , O ? ” “ I'll let them stand till down they fall , Mother , mother , I'll let them stand till down they fall , For here nevermore may I be , O. ” What will ye leave to ...
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What God doth send , receive in gladsomeness ; To wrestle for this world foretells a fall . Here is no home , here is but wilderness : Forth , pilgrim , forth ; up , beast , and leave thy stall ! Know thy country , look up , thank God ...
What God doth send , receive in gladsomeness ; To wrestle for this world foretells a fall . Here is no home , here is but wilderness : Forth , pilgrim , forth ; up , beast , and leave thy stall ! Know thy country , look up , thank God ...
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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 |
66 | 28 |
EARLY SONGS | 60 |
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