Mother, accept, I pray,
My offering.
And may you happy live,
And long us bless;
Receiving as you give
Great happiness.
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And felt her strength above the Roman sway,And felt the aspic writhing in her hand.Her face is steadfast toward the shadowy land,For dim beyond it looms the light of day;Her feet are steadfast; all the arduous wayThat foot-track hath not wavered on the sand.She stands there like a beacon thro’ the night,A pale clear beacon…
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When I am dead, my dearest,
Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree:Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, remember,And if thou wilt, forget.I shall not see the shadows,I shall not feel the rain;I shall not hear the nightingaleSing on, as if in pain:And dreaming through the twilightThat doth not rise nor…
White sheep, white sheep,
When the wind stops,You all stand still.When the wind blows,You walk away slow.White sheep, white sheep,Where do you go?
An emerald is as green as grass;
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I will accept thy will to do and be,
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