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Side 78 - Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear. Let us go hence together without fear; Keep silence now, for singing-time is over, And over all old things and all things dear. She loves not you nor me as all we love her. v Yea, though we sang as angels in her ear, She would not hear.
Side 77 - O changing swallow, All spring through till the spring be done, Clothed with the light of the night on the dew, Sing, while the hours and the wild birds follow, Take flight and follow and find the sun.
Side 5 - Roll of Battle Abbey; or, A List of the Principal Warriors who came over from Normandy with William the Conqueror, and Settled in this Country, AD 1066-7.
Side 79 - And over all old things and all things dear. She loves not you nor me as all we love her. Yea, though we sang as angels in her ear, She would not hear. Let us rise up and part; she will not know. Let us go seaward as the great winds go, Full of blown sand and foam; what help is...
Side 78 - O sister, sister, thy first-begotten ! The hands that cling and the feet that follow, The voice of the child's blood crying yet Who hath remembered me ? who hath forgotten ? Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow, But the world shall end when I forget.