Lord Alfred Tennyson

An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
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An' I thowt 'twur the will o' the Lord, but Miss Annie she said
it wur draains,
For she hedn't naw coomfut in 'er, an' arn'd naw thanks fur 'er
paains.

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

And ye talk together still,
In the language wherewith Spring
Letters cowslips on the hill.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.

Look you! I myself am nearest to myself.

Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's
pain--
Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a read more

Weakness to be wroth with weakness! woman's pleasure, woman's
pain--
Nature made them blinder motions bounded in a shallower brain.