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LINDENORE.
At Lindenore upon the steep,
Bezide the trees a-reachèn high,
The while their lower limbs do zweep
The river-stream a-flowèn by;
By greygle bells in beds o' blue,
Below the tree-stems in the lew,
Calm aïr do vind the rwose-bound door,
Ov Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.
Bezide the trees a-reachèn high,
The while their lower limbs do zweep
The river-stream a-flowèn by;
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Below the tree-stems in the lew,
Calm aïr do vind the rwose-bound door,
Ov Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.
An' there noo foam do hiss avore
Swift bwoats, wi' water-plowèn keels,
An' there noo broad high-road's a-wore
By vur-brought trav'lers' cracklèn wheels;
Noo crowd's a-passèn to and fro,
Upon the bridge's high-sprung bow:
An' vew but I do seek the door
Ov Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.
Swift bwoats, wi' water-plowèn keels,
An' there noo broad high-road's a-wore
By vur-brought trav'lers' cracklèn wheels;
Noo crowd's a-passèn to and fro,
Upon the bridge's high-sprung bow:
An' vew but I do seek the door
Ov Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.
Vor there the town, wi' zun-bright walls,
Do sheen vur off, by hills o' grey,
An' town-vo'k ha' but seldom calls
O' business there, from day to day:
But Ellen didden leäve her rwof
To be admir'd, an' that's enough—
Vor I've a-found 'ithin her door,
Feäir Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.
Do sheen vur off, by hills o' grey,
An' town-vo'k ha' but seldom calls
O' business there, from day to day:
But Ellen didden leäve her rwof
To be admir'd, an' that's enough—
Vor I've a-found 'ithin her door,
Feäir Ellen Dare o' Lindenore.
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