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Page 36
There's freedom at thy gates , and rest For earth's down - trodden and opprest , A
shelter for the hunted head , For the starved laborer toil and bread . Power , at thy
bounds , Stops , and calls back his baffled hounds . O fair young mother ! on ...
There's freedom at thy gates , and rest For earth's down - trodden and opprest , A
shelter for the hunted head , For the starved laborer toil and bread . Power , at thy
bounds , Stops , and calls back his baffled hounds . O fair young mother ! on ...
Page 49
Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain , While
that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again ! Would that
breast , by thee glanced over , Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou ...
Would that breast were bared before thee Where thy head so oft hath lain , While
that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again ! Would that
breast , by thee glanced over , Every inmost thought could show ! Then thou ...
Page 62
... many as it can hold , All at the windows , open wide , – Heads and shoulders
clear outside , And fair young faces all ablush : Perhaps you may have seen ,
some day , Roses crowding the self - same way , Out of a wilding , wayside bush .
... many as it can hold , All at the windows , open wide , – Heads and shoulders
clear outside , And fair young faces all ablush : Perhaps you may have seen ,
some day , Roses crowding the self - same way , Out of a wilding , wayside bush .
Page 63
Bright his hair was , a golden brown , The time we stood at our mother's knee :
That beauteous head , if it did go down , Carried sunshine into the sea ! Out in the
fields one summer night We were together , half afraid Of the corn - leaves ...
Bright his hair was , a golden brown , The time we stood at our mother's knee :
That beauteous head , if it did go down , Carried sunshine into the sea ! Out in the
fields one summer night We were together , half afraid Of the corn - leaves ...
Page 64
... the edge of our flax field grew ,Dead at the top , — just one branch full Of
leaves , notched round , lined with wool , From which it tenderly shook the dew
Over our heads , when we came to play In its hand - breadth of shadow , day after
day .
... the edge of our flax field grew ,Dead at the top , — just one branch full Of
leaves , notched round , lined with wool , From which it tenderly shook the dew
Over our heads , when we came to play In its hand - breadth of shadow , day after
day .
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