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... comes on that knows not morn When I shall cease to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love forlorn . " ELEANORE . Iny dark eyes opened not , Nor first revealed themselves to English air , For there is nothing here , Which , from the ...
... comes on that knows not morn When I shall cease to be all alone , To live forgotten , and love forlorn . " ELEANORE . Iny dark eyes opened not , Nor first revealed themselves to English air , For there is nothing here , Which , from the ...
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... Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile . I muse , as in a trance , whene'er The languors of thy love - deep eyes Float on to me . I would I were So tranced , so rapt in ecstasies , To stand apart , and to adore , Gazing on thee for evermore ...
... Comes out thy deep ambrosial smile . I muse , as in a trance , whene'er The languors of thy love - deep eyes Float on to me . I would I were So tranced , so rapt in ecstasies , To stand apart , and to adore , Gazing on thee for evermore ...
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... comes to - day Pallas and Aphrodite , claiming each This meed of fairest . Thou , within the cave Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine , Mayst well behold them unbeheld , unheard Hear all , and see thy Paris juage of Gods ...
... comes to - day Pallas and Aphrodite , claiming each This meed of fairest . Thou , within the cave Behind yon whispering tuft of oldest pine , Mayst well behold them unbeheld , unheard Hear all , and see thy Paris juage of Gods ...
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... comes Across me : never child be born of me , Unblest , to vex me with his father's eyes ! " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hear me , O earth . I will not die alone , Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me Walking the cold ...
... comes Across me : never child be born of me , Unblest , to vex me with his father's eyes ! " O mother , hear me yet before I die . Hear me , O earth . I will not die alone , Lest their shrill happy laughter come to me Walking the cold ...
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... comes no murmur of reply . What is it that will take away my sin , And save me lest I die ? " So when four years were wholly finished , She threw her royal robes away . " Make me a cottage in the vale , " she said . Where I may mourn ...
... comes no murmur of reply . What is it that will take away my sin , And save me lest I die ? " So when four years were wholly finished , She threw her royal robes away . " Make me a cottage in the vale , " she said . Where I may mourn ...
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Страница 344 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference, Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
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Страница 293 - And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Страница 42 - Thro' the noises of the night She floated down to Camelot: And as the boat-head wound along The willowy hills and fields among, They heard her singing her last song, The Lady of Shalott. Heard a carol, mournful, holy, Chanted loudly, chanted lowly, Till her blood was frozen slowly, And her eyes were darkened wholly, Turned to towered Camelot.
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