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Poetry Index Progs 1-3
Texts of Featured Poems
Weaving Words
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AeTo Windy Day last Owk, I’ll ne’er forget,
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While youthful poets, thro’ the grove,
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The dew-draps wat the fiels o' braird,
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Dear reverend sir, you're very fine,
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Hail Londonderry! ever smile;
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It was on Pike Sunday, near to Moneyrea,
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Escap't frae Baxter's in Crossgear,
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Farewell! My dear, my much-lov’d native land!
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Dear Sir, when your spirit is summon’d away,
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See how yon weak, old woman drags
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The day, at length, to evening’s edge is come,
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While yellow Autumn hies apace,
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See how yon lofty trees are torn,
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Hail holy light! offspring of Heaven –