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The
village lay in silence
As
I lounged there, on the hill,
The
grass so soft and evergreen,
The
flowers, petalled still,
The
mor..
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A little Chinese history from 1644...
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Revenge is sweet...
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The
wind crept in from the southern gulf
And
it rustled through the trees,
As
clouds flew over, covered the sun
In
some vast conspira..
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On
the outer edge of darkness,
On
the other side of sleep,
And
beyond the mist, the starkness
Of
the landscape makes me weep,
For
..
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The
old Tudor house was half-timbered and gaunt,
Was
gloomy and dim in the hall,
And
time had stood still, since my father was born,
I..
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There’s
a road on the hill, leads down to the plain
Where
once was a village before the Black Plague,
And
the old stone walls that ..
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The
girl that captured my heart, I knew
As
Angela Dupree,
She
stood at the centre of every group
At
the university,
The
comb in h..
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I
live by an ancient railway track
Near
the village of Nether Stonely,
Though
the trains were left in the distant past,
And
the ribbo..
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The
sea that batters the eastern coast
Has
often subdued the land,
Five
hundred years have seen the retreat
Of
a mile of cliffs and ..
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