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The grass shall never forget this grave
When homeward footing it in the
After the weary ride by rail,
The stripling soldiers passed her door,

The old fellow from Shao-ling weeps with stifled sobs as he walks furtively by the bends of the Sepentine on a day in spring
In the waterside palaces the thousands of doors are locked
For whom have the willows and rushed put on their fre...

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Time rolls his ceaseless course
The race of yore,    Who danced our infancy upon their knee,
And told our marvelling boyhood legends store    Of their strange ventures happed by land or sea,

Maidenly lake, fathomless lake,
Stay as you were once, overgrown with rushes,
Idling with a reflected cloud, for my
Whom your shore no longer touches

Introduction
Harp of the North
that mouldering long hast hung  On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's
And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,  Till envious ivy did around thee cling,

In spring of youth it was my lot To haunt of the wide world a spot The which I could not love the less- So lovely was the loneliness Of a wild lake, with black rock bound, And the tall pines that towered around
But when the Night had thrown h...

We left Little Redfish for Lake Josephus, traveling along thegood names—from Stanley to Capehorn to Seafoam to
Rapid River, up Float Creek, past the Greyhound Mine andthen to Lake Josephus, and a few days after that up the trailto Hell-diver ...

Here in the midnight, where the dark mainland and
Shadows mingle in shadow deeper, profounder,
Sing we the hymns of the churches, while the dead
Whispers before us

O God,
O Venus,
O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time,
I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, With the little bright boxes piled up neatly upon the shelves And the loose fragment cavendish and the shag, And the bright Vir...

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LL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee,