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Sep 27, 2026
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What shall I give? What shall I give my daughter the younger, more than will keep her from cold and hunger? I shall not give her anything.
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If she shared South Weald and Havering, their acres, the two brooks running between, Painsbrook and Wealdbrook, with Pee-wit, Woodpecker, Swan and Rook, she would be no richer than the Queen, who once on a time sat in Havering Bower alone, with the shadows, pleasures and power.
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She could do no more with Samarkand, or the mountains of a mountain land, and its far white house above cottages, like Venus above the Pleiades.
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Her small hands I would not cumber with so many acres, and their lumber.
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What shall I give? What shall I give my daughter the younger, more than will keep her from cold and hunger? I shall not give her anything.
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If she shared South Weald and Havering, their acres, the two brooks running between, Painsbrook and Wealdbrook, with Pee-wit, Woodpecker, Swan and Rook, she would be no richer than the Queen, who once on a time sat in Havering Bower alone, with the shadows, pleasures and power.
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she could do no more with samarcand or the mountains of a mountain land and its far white house above cottages like venus above the pleiades her small hands i would not cumber with so many acres and their lumber but leave her steep and her own world and her spectacled self with hair uncurled, wanting a thousand little things that time without contentment brings.
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End of section 3 poems by edward thomas section four if i were to own if i were to own this countryside as far as a man in a day could ride and the ties were mine for giving or letting wingle tie and margaretting tie and screens goose-hays and cockerels shallow rochets bandish and pickerels marlins lambkins and lilliputs their copses ponds roads and ruts fields where plough-horses steam and plovers fling and whimper hedges that lovers love and orchards shrubberies walls where the sun untroubled by north wind falls and single trees where the thrush sings well his proverbs untranslatable i would give them all to my son if he would let me any one for a song a blackbird's song at dawn he should have no more till on my lawn never a one was left because i had shot them to put them into a pie his essex blackbirds every one and i was left old and alone then unless i could pay for rent a song as sweet as a blackbird's and as long no more he should have the house not i margaretting or wingletie Or it might be screens, goose-hays or cockerels, Shallow, rochets, bandish or pickerels, Martins, lambkins or lilliputs, Should be his till the cart-tracks had no ruts.
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What shall I give? What shall I give my daughter the younger, more than will keep her from cold and hunger? I shall not give her anything.
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If she shared South Weald and Havering, their acres, the two brooks running between, Painsbrook and Wealdbrook, with Peewit, Woodpecker, Swan and Rook, she would be no richer than the Queen, who once on a time sat in Havering Bower alone, with the shadows, pleasures and power.
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she could do no more with samarcand or the mountains of a mountain land and its far white house above cottages like venus above the pleiades her small hands i would not cumber with so many acres and their lumber but leave her steep and her own world and her spectacled self with hair uncurled, wanting a thousand little things that time without contentment brings.
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End of Section 3 poems by edward thomas section four if i were to own If I were to own this countryside as far as a man in a day could ride, and the ties were mine, forgiving or letting, wingle-tie and margariting-tie, and screens, goose-hays and cockerels, shallow, rochets, bandish and pickerels, marlins, lambkins and lilliputs, their copses ponds roads and ruts fields where plough-horses steam and plovers fling and whimper hedges that lovers love and orchards shrubberies walls where the sun untroubled by north wind falls and single trees where the thrush sings well his proverbs untranslatable i would give them all to my son if he would let me any one for a song a blackbird's song at dawn he should have no more till on my lawn never a one was left because i had shot them to put them into a pie his essex blackbirds every one and i was left old and alone then unless i could pay for rent a song as sweet as a blackbird's and as long no more he should have the house not i margaretting or wingletie Or it might be screens, goose-hays, or cockerels.
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What shall I give? What shall I give my daughter the younger, more than will keep her from cold and hunger? I shall not give her anything.
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If she shared South Weald and Havering, their acres, the two brooks running between, Painsbrook and Wealdbrook, with Peewit, Woodpecker, Swan and Rook, she would be no richer than the Queen, who once on a time sat in Havering Bower alone, with the shadows, pleasures and power.
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she could do no more with samarcand or the mountains of a mountain land and its far white house above cottages like venus above the pleiades her small hands i would not cumber with so many acres and their lumber but leave her steep and her own world and her spectacled self with hair uncurled, wanting a thousand little things that time without contentment brings.
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Poems by Edward Thomas.
ZhuNARRATOR
What shall I give? What shall I give my daughter the younger, more than will keep her from cold and hunger? I shall not give her anything.
ZhuNARRATOR
If she shared South Weald and Havering, their acres, the two brooks running between, Painsbrook and Wealdbrook, with Pee-wit, Woodpecker, Swan and Rook, she would be no richer than the Queen, who once on a time sat in Havering Bower alone, with the shadows, pleasures and power.
ZhuNARRATOR
she could do no more with samarkand or the mountains of a mountain land and its far white house above cottages like venus above the pleiades her small hands i would not cumber with so many acres and their lumber but leave her steep and her own world and her spectacled self with hair uncurled, wanting a thousand little things that time without contentment brings.
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End of section 3 poems by edward thomas section four if i were to own if i were to own this countryside as far as a man in a day could ride and the ties were mine for giving or letting wingle tie and margaretting tie and screens goose-hays and cockerels shallow rochets bandish and pickerels marlins lambkins and lilliputs their copses ponds roads and ruts fields where plough-horses steam and plovers fling and whimper hedges that lovers love and orchards shrubberies walls where the sun untroubled by north wind falls and single trees where the thrush sings well his proverbs untranslatable i would give them all to my son if he would let me any one for a song a blackbird's song at dawn he should have no more till on my lawn never a one was left because i had shot them to put them into a pie his essex blackbirds every one and i was left old and alone then unless i could pay for rent a song as sweet as a blackbird's and as long no more he should have the house not i margaretting or wingletie Or it might be screens, goose-hays, or cockerels.
ZhuNARRATOR
What shall I give? What shall I give my daughter the younger, more than will keep her from cold and hunger? I shall not give her anything.
ZhuNARRATOR
If she shared South Weald and Havering, their acres, the two brooks running between, Painsbrook and Wealdbrook, with Pee-wit, Woodpecker, Swan and Rook, she would be no richer than the Queen, who once on a time sat in Havering Bower alone, with the shadows, pleasures and power.
ZhuNARRATOR
she could do no more with samarcand or the mountains of a mountain land and its far white house above cottages like venus above the pleiades her small hands i would not cumber with so many acres and their lumber but leave her steep and her own world and her spectacled self with hair uncurled, wanting a thousand little things that time without contentment brings.
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End of Section 3 poems by edward thomas section four if i were to own if i were to own this countryside as far as a man in a day could ride and the ties were mine for giving or letting wingle tie and margaretting tie and screens goose-hays and cockerels shallow rochets bandish and pickerels marlins lambkins and lilliputs their copses ponds roads and ruts fields where plough-horses steam and plovers fling and whimper hedges that lovers love and orchards shrubberies walls where the sun untroubled by north wind falls and single trees where the thrush sings well his proverbs untranslatable i would give them all to my son if he would let me any one for a song a blackbird's song at dawn he should have no more till on my lawn never a one was left because i had shot them to put them into a pie his essex blackbirds every one and i was left old and alone then unless i could pay for rent a song as sweet as a blackbird's and as long no more he should have the house not i margaretting or wingletie Or it might be screens, goose-hays, or cockerels.
ZhuNARRATOR
What shall I give? What shall I give my daughter the younger, more than will keep her from cold and hunger? I shall not give her anything.
ZhuNARRATOR
If she shared South Weald and Havering, their acres, the two brooks running between, Painsbrook and Wealdbrook, with Pee-wit, Woodpecker, Swan and Rook, she would be no richer than the Queen, who once on a time sat in Havering Bower alone, with the shadows, pleasures and power.
ZhuNARRATOR
she could do no more with samarcand or the mountains of a mountain land and its far white house above cottages like venus above the pleiades her small hands i would not cumber with so many acres and their lumber but leave her steep and her own world and her spectacled self with hair uncurled, wanting a thousand little things that time without contentment brings.
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End of Section 3 Poems by Edward Thomas.