Selections from the Poetical Works: First Series, Том 1 |
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I know , Correggio loves to mass , in rifts Of heaven , his angel faces , orb on orb
Breaking its outline , burning shades absorb : But these are only massed there , I
should think , Waiting to see some wonder momently Grow out , stand full , fade ...
I know , Correggio loves to mass , in rifts Of heaven , his angel faces , orb on orb
Breaking its outline , burning shades absorb : But these are only massed there , I
should think , Waiting to see some wonder momently Grow out , stand full , fade ...
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Making those who catch God ' s secret , just so much more prize their capture !
VIII Such am I : the secret ' s mine now ! She has lost me , I have gained her ; Her
soul ' s mine : and thus , grown perfect , I shall pass my life ' s remainder . Life will
...
Making those who catch God ' s secret , just so much more prize their capture !
VIII Such am I : the secret ' s mine now ! She has lost me , I have gained her ; Her
soul ' s mine : and thus , grown perfect , I shall pass my life ' s remainder . Life will
...
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... always mislaying , While the King took the closet to chat in ,But of course this
adventure came pat in . And never the King told the story , How bringing a glove
brought such glory , 1 . But the wife smiled — “ His nerves are grown THE GLOVE
.
... always mislaying , While the King took the closet to chat in ,But of course this
adventure came pat in . And never the King told the story , How bringing a glove
brought such glory , 1 . But the wife smiled — “ His nerves are grown THE GLOVE
.
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But the wife smiled — “ His nerves are grown firmer : “ Mine he brings now and
utters no murmur . " Venienti occurrite morbo ! With which moral I drop my
theorbo . SONG . NAY but you , who do not love her , Is she not pure gold , my
mistress ?
But the wife smiled — “ His nerves are grown firmer : “ Mine he brings now and
utters no murmur . " Venienti occurrite morbo ! With which moral I drop my
theorbo . SONG . NAY but you , who do not love her , Is she not pure gold , my
mistress ?
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... And up , like a weary yawn , with its pullies Went , in a shriek , the rusty
portcullis ; And , like a glad sky the north - wind sullies , The lady ' s face stopped
its play , As if her first hair had grown grey ; For such things must begin some one
day .
... And up , like a weary yawn , with its pullies Went , in a shriek , the rusty
portcullis ; And , like a glad sky the north - wind sullies , The lady ' s face stopped
its play , As if her first hair had grown grey ; For such things must begin some one
day .
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