the fairies
Up the airy mountain
Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear...[read poem]
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Down the rushy glen,
We daren't go a-hunting,
For fear...
a night abroad
A light wind is rippling at the grassy shore....
Through the night, to my motionless tall mast,...[read poem]
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Through the night, to my motionless tall mast,...
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