Poems, Том 2Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, 1851 - 261 страница |
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... speak to these No , not to thee , but to thyself in me : Hard is my doom and thine : thou knowest it all . Could love part thus ? was it not well to speak , To have spoken once ? It could not but be well . The slow sweet hours that ...
... speak to these No , not to thee , but to thyself in me : Hard is my doom and thine : thou knowest it all . Could love part thus ? was it not well to speak , To have spoken once ? It could not but be well . The slow sweet hours that ...
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... speaking truth ; Till now the dark was worn , and overhead The lights of sunset and of sunrise mixed In that brief night ; the summer night , that paused Among her stars to hear us ; stars that hung Love - charmed to listen : all the ...
... speaking truth ; Till now the dark was worn , and overhead The lights of sunset and of sunrise mixed In that brief night ; the summer night , that paused Among her stars to hear us ; stars that hung Love - charmed to listen : all the ...
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... speak , and speak the truth to me , Trust me , cousin , all the current of my being sets to thee . " On her pallid cheek and forehead came a color and a light , As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night . And she turned ...
... speak , and speak the truth to me , Trust me , cousin , all the current of my being sets to thee . " On her pallid cheek and forehead came a color and a light , As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night . And she turned ...
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... speak and move : Such a one do I remember , whom to look at was to love . Can I think of her as dead , and love her for the love she bore ? No - she never loved me truly love is love forever- more . Comfort ? comfort scorned of devils ...
... speak and move : Such a one do I remember , whom to look at was to love . Can I think of her as dead , and love her for the love she bore ? No - she never loved me truly love is love forever- more . Comfort ? comfort scorned of devils ...
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... speak , Than cry for strength , remaining weak , And seem to find , but still to seek . " Moreover , but to seem to find Asks what thou lackest , thought resigned , A healthy frame , a quiet mind . " I said , " When I am gone away , THE ...
... speak , Than cry for strength , remaining weak , And seem to find , but still to seek . " Moreover , but to seem to find Asks what thou lackest , thought resigned , A healthy frame , a quiet mind . " I said , " When I am gone away , THE ...
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