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I	A
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His simple truths did Andrew glean	B
Beside the babbling rills	C
A careful student he had been	D
Among the woods and hills	C
One winter's night when through the trees	C
The wind was roaring on his knees	C
His youngest born did Andrew hold	E
And while the rest a ruddy quire	F
Were seated round their blazing fire	G
This Tale the Shepherd told	E
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II	A
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I saw a crag a lofty stone	H
As ever tempest beat	I
Out of its head an Oak had grown	H
A Broom out of its feet	I
The time was March a cheerful noon	J
The thaw wind with the breath of June	J
Breathed gently from the warm south west	K
When in a voice sedate with age	L
This Oak a giant and a sage	L
His neighbour thus addressed	K
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III	A
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'Eight weary weeks through rock and clay	M
Along this mountain's edge	N
The Frost hath wrought both night and day	M
Wedge driving after wedge	N
Look up and think above your head	O
What trouble surely will be bred	O
Last night I heard a crash 'tis true	P
The splinters took another road	Q
I see them yonder what a load	Q
For such a Thing as you	P
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IV	-
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'You are preparing as before	R
To deck your slender shape	S
And yet just three years back no more	R
You had a strange escape	S
Down from yon cliff a fragment broke	T
It thundered down with fire and smoke	T
And hitherward pursued its way	M
This ponderous block was caught by me	U
And o'er your head as you may see	U
'Tis hanging to this day	M
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V	U
	-
'If breeze or bird to this rough steep	V
Your kind's first seed did bear	W
The breeze had better been asleep	V
The bird caught in a snare	W
For you and your green twigs decoy	X
The little witless shepherd boy	X
To come and slumber in your bower	G
And trust me on some sultry noon	J
Both you and he Heaven knows how soon	J
Will perish in one hour	G
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VI	-
	-
'From me this friendly warning take'	X
The Broom began to doze	C
And thus to keep herself awake	X
Did gently interpose	C
'My thanks for your discourse are due	P
That more than what you say is true	P
I know and I have known it long	X
Frail is the bond by which we hold	E
Our being whether young or old	E
Wise foolish weak or strong	X
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VII	-
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'Disasters do the best we can	Y
Will reach both great and small	Z
And he is oft the wisest man	Y
Who is not wise at all	Z
For me why should I wish to roam	A2
This spot is my paternal home	A2
It is my pleasant heritage	B2
My father many a happy year	C2
Spread here his careless blossoms here	D2
Attained a good old age	L
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VIII	-
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'Even such as his may be my lot	E2
What cause have I to haunt	F2
My heart with terrors Am I not	E2
In truth a favoured plant	G2
On me such bounty Summer pours	C
That I am covered o'er with flowers	C
And when the Frost is in the sky	X
My branches are so fresh and gay	X
That you might look at me and say	X
This Plant can never die	X
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IX	X
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'The butterfly all green and gold	E
To me hath often flown	H
Here in my blossoms to behold	E
Wings lovely as his own	H
When grass is chill with rain or dew	P
Beneath my shade the mother ewe	P
Lies with her infant lamb I see	X
The love they to each other make	X
And the sweet joy which they partake	X
It is a joy to me '	-
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X	X
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Her voice was blithe her heart was light	H2
The Broom might have pursued	I2
Her speech until the stars of night	H2
Their journey had renewed	I2
But in the branches of the oak	X
Two ravens now began to croak	X
Their nuptial song a gladsome air	W
And to her own green bower the breeze	X
That instant brought two stripling bees	X
To rest or murmur there	W
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XI	X
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One night my Children from the north	J2
There came a furious blast	K2
At break of day I ventured forth	J2
And near the cliff I passed	K2
The storm had fallen upon the Oak	X
And struck him with a mighty stroke	X
And whirled and whirled him far away	X
And in one hospitable cleft	L2
The little careless Broom was left	L2
To live for many a day	X

William Wordsworth

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