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... her dear hands in my heart's garden laid , Then grant , old Time , to my green mouldering skull These songs may keep her memory beautiful . JOHN MASEFIELD . OF CVTILOSHIV THE PHILOSOPHY OF ISLANDS . Suppose that in some 1 John Masefield.
... her dear hands in my heart's garden laid , Then grant , old Time , to my green mouldering skull These songs may keep her memory beautiful . JOHN MASEFIELD . OF CVTILOSHIV THE PHILOSOPHY OF ISLANDS . Suppose that in some 1 John Masefield.
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... heart , at least in a moral vacuum . For a time Mr. Trembath tried to forget his loneliness in his farm , but dairy farming without a mistress is a rather forlorn industry . At last the craven letters of his son who daily sank lower ...
... heart , at least in a moral vacuum . For a time Mr. Trembath tried to forget his loneliness in his farm , but dairy farming without a mistress is a rather forlorn industry . At last the craven letters of his son who daily sank lower ...
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... heart within , that tells the truth and tells it twice as plain ; And from the cave of oracles I heard the priestess shrieking That she and I should surely die and never live again . O priestess , what you cry is clear , and sound good ...
... heart within , that tells the truth and tells it twice as plain ; And from the cave of oracles I heard the priestess shrieking That she and I should surely die and never live again . O priestess , what you cry is clear , and sound good ...
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... heart of Signora Valli . Did she know anything of Mr. Villiers ? The Signora knew as much as she required of him ... hearts so black that the sight of youth , inno- cence and beauty did but enrage them . For such individuals contempt ...
... heart of Signora Valli . Did she know anything of Mr. Villiers ? The Signora knew as much as she required of him ... hearts so black that the sight of youth , inno- cence and beauty did but enrage them . For such individuals contempt ...
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... heart to keep me quit of shame ; Since I have learned how wise and passing wise Is the dear friend whose beauty I extol , And know how sweet a soul looks through the eyes That are so pure a window to her soul ; Since I have learned how ...
... heart to keep me quit of shame ; Since I have learned how wise and passing wise Is the dear friend whose beauty I extol , And know how sweet a soul looks through the eyes That are so pure a window to her soul ; Since I have learned how ...
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