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... and , spite of fears , Pride ruled my will : remember not past years . So long Thy power hath blest me , sure it still Will lead me on , O'er moor and fen , o'er crag and torrent , JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD.
... and , spite of fears , Pride ruled my will : remember not past years . So long Thy power hath blest me , sure it still Will lead me on , O'er moor and fen , o'er crag and torrent , JOHN HENRY NEWMAN THE PILLAR OF THE CLOUD.
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... hath vanished utterly , Arm over arm the cedars spread their shade , With arching wrist and long extended hands , And graveward fingers lengthening in the moon , Above that shadowy stag whose antlers still Hang o'er the stream RICHARD ...
... hath vanished utterly , Arm over arm the cedars spread their shade , With arching wrist and long extended hands , And graveward fingers lengthening in the moon , Above that shadowy stag whose antlers still Hang o'er the stream RICHARD ...
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... hath grown Full quire , and morning driv'n her plow of pearl Far furrowing into light the mounded rack , Beyond the fair green field and eastern sea . TITHONUS The woods decay , the woods decay and fall 52 123 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
... hath grown Full quire , and morning driv'n her plow of pearl Far furrowing into light the mounded rack , Beyond the fair green field and eastern sea . TITHONUS The woods decay , the woods decay and fall 52 123 LIVING ENGLISH POETS.
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... hath been my pilgrimage . All lapis , all , sons ! Else I give the Pope My villas ! Will ye ever eat my heart ? Ever your eyes were as a lizard's quick , They glitter like your mother's for my soul , Or ye would heighten my impoverished ...
... hath been my pilgrimage . All lapis , all , sons ! Else I give the Pope My villas ! Will ye ever eat my heart ? Ever your eyes were as a lizard's quick , They glitter like your mother's for my soul , Or ye would heighten my impoverished ...
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... : A brute I might have been , but would not sink i ' the scale . What is he but a brute Whose flesh hath soul to suit , Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play ? To man , propose this test- Thy body at its ROBERT BROWNING 119.
... : A brute I might have been , but would not sink i ' the scale . What is he but a brute Whose flesh hath soul to suit , Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play ? To man , propose this test- Thy body at its ROBERT BROWNING 119.
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