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The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep or night,
When the winds are breathing low,
And the stars are shining bright:
I arise from dreams of thee,
And a spirit in my feet
Has led me- who knows how?
To thy chamber-window, sweet!
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream-
The champak odors fail
Like sweet thoughts in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart-
As I must die on thine,
Oh, beloved as thou art!
Oh, lift me from the grass!
I die! I faint! I fail!
Let thy love in kisses rain
On my lips and eyelids pale.
My cheek is cold and white, alas!
My heart beats loud and fast-
Oh! press it close to thine own again,
Where it will break at last! |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley |
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| Name: Winnie | 2015-11-30 |
| Interesting read and sounds dleuciois. The inclusion of leftover vegetables is known as Bubble and Squeak' and is very popular in Liverpool, in the north of England. You have got your full english staples spot on, I would reccommend you try Black Pudding (Boudin Noir) to complement the breakfast, a blood sausage my personal favourite! Enjoy your Sunday, Dave |
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