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LI.XLII.XLII.XLIYV. CONTENTS Oh fair enough are sky and plain . .In summertime on Bredon . : 5The street sounds to the soldiers’ tread .The lads in their hundreds . 5 5Say, lad, have youthingstodo . °This time of year a twelvemmonth past .Along the field as we came by d «Is my team ploughing . 2 : ;High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam.Tis spring; come out toramble . .Others, I am not the first . -On Wenlock Edge the wood’s in troubleFrom far, from eve and morning .If truth in hearts that perish. . .Oh, sick I am to see you ° . .On the idle hill of summer . . .White in the moon the long road lies .As through the wild green hills ofWyre . ° . : “ .The winds out of the west land blow .Tis time, I think, by Wenlock town .Into my heart an air that kills ° : In my own shire, if I was sad 5 .Once in the wind of morning . Ps .When I meet the morning beam . .Shot? so quick, so clean an ending ° CONTENTS XLV. If it chance your eye offend you ° XLVI. Bring, in this timeless grave to throwXLVIL Here the hangman stops his cart XLVIII. Be still, my soul, be still . ° XLIX. Think no more, lad; laugh, be jolly . L. In valleys of springs of rivers . ; LIL. Loitering witha vacanteye . . LU. Far in a western brookland P . LI. The lad came to the door at night . LIY. With rue my heart is laden . .LY. Westward on the high-hilled plainsLVI. Far I hear the bugie blow. z = LYIi. You smile upon your friend to-day .LVIIi. When I came last to Ludlow . -LIX. The star-filled seas are smooth to-nightLX. Now hollow fires burn out to blackLXI. The vane on Hughley stecple . .LXIl. Terence, this is stupid stuff ~ -LXIIL I hoed and trenched and weeded ‘ L1887 From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,The shires have seen it plain,
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