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... feel her heart's blood curdle cold ; Again the rough wind hurried by— It blew off the hat of the one ; and , behold ! Even close to the feet of poor Mary it roll'd ; She fell - and expected to die . 6 66 Plague the hat ! " he exclaims ...
... feel her heart's blood curdle cold ; Again the rough wind hurried by— It blew off the hat of the one ; and , behold ! Even close to the feet of poor Mary it roll'd ; She fell - and expected to die . 6 66 Plague the hat ! " he exclaims ...
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... feel th ' eternal wound . As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care , Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air , Explores the lost , the wand'ring sheep directs , By day o'ersees them , and by night protects ; The tender lambs he ...
... feel th ' eternal wound . As the good shepherd tends his fleecy care , Seeks freshest pasture and the purest air , Explores the lost , the wand'ring sheep directs , By day o'ersees them , and by night protects ; The tender lambs he ...
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... feel the truth ; Your task is done : I'm mad ! I'm mad ! LEWIS . 66 THE COMBAT . FROM THE LADY OF THE LAKE . " THE chief in silence strode before , And reached that torrent's sounding shore , Which , daughter of three mighty lakes ...
... feel the truth ; Your task is done : I'm mad ! I'm mad ! LEWIS . 66 THE COMBAT . FROM THE LADY OF THE LAKE . " THE chief in silence strode before , And reached that torrent's sounding shore , Which , daughter of three mighty lakes ...
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... feel Through bars of brass and triple steel ! They tug , they strain ! Down , down they go , The Gael above , Fitz - James below . The chieftain's gripe his throat compressed ; His knee was planted on his breast ; His clotted locks he ...
... feel Through bars of brass and triple steel ! They tug , they strain ! Down , down they go , The Gael above , Fitz - James below . The chieftain's gripe his throat compressed ; His knee was planted on his breast ; His clotted locks he ...
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... feel it less . The good explore For peace , those realms where guilt can never soar . The proud , the wayward , who have fixed below Their joy , and find this earth enough for woe , Lose in that one their all - perchance a mite : But ...
... feel it less . The good explore For peace , those realms where guilt can never soar . The proud , the wayward , who have fixed below Their joy , and find this earth enough for woe , Lose in that one their all - perchance a mite : But ...
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