She Bounded Before Me, And Returned To My Side, And Was Off Again Like A Young Greyhound; And, At First, I Found Plenty Of Entertaiment In Listening To The Larks Singing Far And Near; And Enjoying The Sweet, Warm Sunshine; And Watching Her, My Pet, And My Delight, With Her Golden Ringlets Flying Loose Behind, And Her Bright Cheek, As Soft And Pure In Its Bloom, As A Wild Rose, And Her Eyes Radiant With Cloudless Pleasure. She Was A Happy Creautre, And An Angel In Those Those Days. It Is A Pity She Could Not Stay Content.
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She Bounded Before Me, And Returned To
Emily Bronte
She Bounded Before Me, And Returned To My Side, And Was Off Again Like A Young Greyhound; And, At First, I Found Plenty Of Entertaiment In Listening To The Larks Singing Far And Near; And Enjoying The Sweet, Warm Sunshine; And Watching Her, My Pet, And My Delight, With Her Golden Ringlets Flying Loose Behind, And Her Bright Cheek, As Soft And Pure In Its Bloom, As A Wild Rose, And Her Eyes Radiant With Cloudless Pleasure. She Was A Happy Creautre, And An Angel In Those Those Days. It Is A Pity She Could Not Stay Content.
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