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...When the fiery fight is heard no more, And the storm has ceased to blow ! THE BROOK.— (Tennyson), I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden...thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges ; By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges ; Till last by Philip's farm I flow To...

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...pill» of comfort, take one ertry night and viorning, and in a short time the cure will be completed. I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally. And sparkle out among the fern To bitker down the valley. I chatter over stony wayp, In little sharps and trebles ; I buhhle into eddying...

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...the state* the man is in and passing through. EVEisriisras WITH THE POETS. THE BROOK. ВТ TÍKSTSOH. I COME from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden....thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join...

...he sings, and forever sings he, ' I love my Love, and my Love loves me.' THE BROOK 5. T. Coleridge I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden...thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join...

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