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... seen no more : O stern word - Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary weight that old men must , He bore not to the grave . He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither ...
... seen no more : O stern word - Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary weight that old men must , He bore not to the grave . He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither ...
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... seen no more : O stern word - Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary weight that old men must , He bore not to the grave . He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither ...
... seen no more : O stern word - Nevermore ! Full short his journey was ; no dust Of earth unto his sandals clave ; The weary weight that old men must , He bore not to the grave . He seemed a cherub who had lost his way And wandered hither ...
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... seen By sailors , tempest - tost upon the sea , Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and calm to me ; - For she unto herself hath builded high A home serene ...
... seen By sailors , tempest - tost upon the sea , Telling of rest and peaceful heavens nigh , Unto my soul her star - like soul hath been , Her sight as full of hope and calm to me ; - For she unto herself hath builded high A home serene ...
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... seen , Fresh as it hath ever been ; Promptings of Nature , beckonings sweet , Whatever led thy childish feet , Still will linger unawares The guiders of thy silver hairs ; Every look and every word Which thou givest forth to - day ...
... seen , Fresh as it hath ever been ; Promptings of Nature , beckonings sweet , Whatever led thy childish feet , Still will linger unawares The guiders of thy silver hairs ; Every look and every word Which thou givest forth to - day ...
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... seen A gothic window in its blazing pride , When the low sun , two arching elms between , Lit up the leaves beyond , which , autumn - dyed With lavish hues , would into splendor start , Shaming the labored panes of richest art . XXIV ...
... seen A gothic window in its blazing pride , When the low sun , two arching elms between , Lit up the leaves beyond , which , autumn - dyed With lavish hues , would into splendor start , Shaming the labored panes of richest art . XXIV ...
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