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Oct 03

Locksley Hall by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Locksley Hall by Alfred, Lord Tennyson Complete Text COMRADES, leave me here a little, while as yet ’tis early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me, sound upon the bugle horn. ’Tis the place, and all around it, as of old, the curlews call, Dreary gleams about the moorland flying over Locksley Hall; Locksley …

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