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... thine early days : No matter what the sketch might be ; Whether the high field on the bushless Pike , Or even a sand - built ridge Of heaped hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see ...
... thine early days : No matter what the sketch might be ; Whether the high field on the bushless Pike , Or even a sand - built ridge Of heaped hills that mound the sea , Overblown with murmurs harsh , Or even a lowly cottage whence we see ...
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... thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? 2 . Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks thro ' in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking at ...
... thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? 2 . Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks thro ' in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As a Naiad in a well , Looking at ...
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... thine , Spiritual Adeline ? 3 . What hope or fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own ? Hast thou heard the butterflies ...
... thine , Spiritual Adeline ? 3 . What hope or fear or joy is thine ? Who talketh with thee , Adeline ? For sure thou art not all alone : Do beating hearts of salient springs Keep measure with thine own ? Hast thou heard the butterflies ...
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... thine , Thou faint smiler , Adeline ? 5 . Lovest thou the doleful wind When thou gazest at the skies ? Doth the low - tongued Orient Wander from the side of the morn , Dripping with Sabæan spice On thy pillow , lowly bent With melodious ...
... thine , Thou faint smiler , Adeline ? 5 . Lovest thou the doleful wind When thou gazest at the skies ? Doth the low - tongued Orient Wander from the side of the morn , Dripping with Sabæan spice On thy pillow , lowly bent With melodious ...
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... thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 2 . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form ...
... thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . 2 . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine enshrouded form ...
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