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... dance with death , to beat the ground , Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love , and boast , " Behold the man that loved and lost But all he was is overworn . ' II . OLD Yew , which graspest at the stones.
... dance with death , to beat the ground , Than that the victor Hours should scorn The long result of love , and boast , " Behold the man that loved and lost But all he was is overworn . ' II . OLD Yew , which graspest at the stones.
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... Beats out the little lives of men . O not for thee the glow , the bloom , Who changest not in any gale , Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom : And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn ...
... Beats out the little lives of men . O not for thee the glow , the bloom , Who changest not in any gale , Nor branding summer suns avail To touch thy thousand years of gloom : And gazing on thee , sullen tree , Sick for thy stubborn ...
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... break . O father , wheresoe'er thou be , Who pledgest now thy gallant son ; A shot , ere half thy draught be done , Hath still'd the life that beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save - Thy sailor 8 IN MEMORIAM .
... break . O father , wheresoe'er thou be , Who pledgest now thy gallant son ; A shot , ere half thy draught be done , Hath still'd the life that beat from thee . O mother , praying God will save - Thy sailor 8 IN MEMORIAM .
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... beat So quickly , waiting for a hand , A hand that can be clasp'd no more , Behold me , for I cannot sleep , And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door . He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again ...
... beat So quickly , waiting for a hand , A hand that can be clasp'd no more , Behold me , for I cannot sleep , And like a guilty thing I creep At earliest morning to the door . He is not here ; but far away The noise of life begins again ...
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... beat with rain and wind , Which once she foster'd up with care ; So seems it in my deep regret , O my forsaken heart , with thee And this poor flower of poesy Which little cared for fades not yet . But since it pleased a vanish'd eye ...
... beat with rain and wind , Which once she foster'd up with care ; So seems it in my deep regret , O my forsaken heart , with thee And this poor flower of poesy Which little cared for fades not yet . But since it pleased a vanish'd eye ...
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