Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
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Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? That is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.
Summer And Autumn With Joel
A viist to my old friend Joel, and to Verdelais, France, where I spent a very happy year long ago
Part 1: Return To Verdelais Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those?That is the land of lost content,I see it shining plain,The happy highways where I wentAnd cannot come again. — A.E. Houseman Blue Remembered Hills (from A Shropshire Lad) This is a tale with any number of possible starts or departures,…
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Summer And Autumn With Joel
Part 1: Return To Verdelais Into my heart an air that killsFrom yon far country blows:What are those blue remembered hills,What spires, what farms are those?That is the land of lost content,I see it shining plain,The happy highways where I wentAnd cannot come again. — A.E. Houseman Blue Remembered Hills (from A Shropshire Lad) This is a tale with any number of possible starts or departures,…
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