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ON REVISITING THE WYE.

ON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE, LONDON

OUR DAILY PATHS

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SHEPHERD, THE, TO THE MAIDEN. Alfred Tennyson.

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Thorough bush, thorough brier,

Over park, over pale,

Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon's sphere.
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be,
In their gold coats spots you see,
Those be rubies, fairy favors;
In those freckles live their savors.

I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

Shakspeare

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