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70 lines
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1816
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FOR THERE'S BISHOP'S TEIGN
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by John Keats
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I.
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For there's Bishop's teign
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And King's teign
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And Coomb at the clear Teign head-
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Where close by the stream
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You may have your cream
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All spread upon barley bread.
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II.
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There's Arch Brook
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And there's Larch Brook
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Both turning many a mill,
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And cooling the drouth
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Of the salmon's mouth
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And fattening his silver gill.
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III.
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There is Wild Wood,
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A mild hood
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To the sheep on the lea o' the down,
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Where the golden furze,
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With its green, thin spurs,
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Doth catch at the maiden's gown.
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IV.
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There is Newton Marsh
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With its spear grass harsh-
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A pleasant summer level
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Where the maidens sweet
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Of the Market Street
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Do meet in the dusk to revel.
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V.
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There's the Barton rich
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With dyke and ditch
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And hedge for the thrush to live in,
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And the hollow tree
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For the buzzing bee
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And a bank for the wasp to hive in.
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VI.
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And O, and
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The daisies blow
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And the primroses are waken'd,
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And violets white
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Sit in silver plight,
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And the green bud's as long as the spike end.
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VII.
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Then who would go
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Into dark Soho
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And chatter with dack'd-hair'd critics,
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When he can stay
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For the new-mown hay
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And startle the dappled prickets?
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THE END
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