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... dream , my bride , my Madeline ! ' ' Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat : ' No dream , alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! ' Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine.- ' Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither bring ? ' I ...
... dream , my bride , my Madeline ! ' ' Tis dark : the iced gusts still rave and beat : ' No dream , alas ! alas ! and woe is mine ! ' Porphyro will leave me here to fade and pine.- ' Cruel ! what traitor could thee hither bring ? ' I ...
Page 497
... dream'd .'- ' Yes , ' said the supreme shape , " Thou hast dream'd of me ; and awaking up ' Didst find a lyre all golden by thy side , ' Whose strings touch'd by thy fingers , all the vast ' Unwearied ear of the whole universe ' Listen ...
... dream'd .'- ' Yes , ' said the supreme shape , " Thou hast dream'd of me ; and awaking up ' Didst find a lyre all golden by thy side , ' Whose strings touch'd by thy fingers , all the vast ' Unwearied ear of the whole universe ' Listen ...
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... dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill side . X I saw pale kings , and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; Who cry'd - ' La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' XI I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam ...
... dream I ever dream'd On the cold hill side . X I saw pale kings , and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; Who cry'd - ' La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' XI I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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