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... art thou whose voice I hear ? " I AM THE GRAVE . " The GRAVE , that never spake before , Hath found at length a tongue to chide : Oh listen ! I will speak no more ; — 66 Be silent , pride ! " Art thou a wRETCH of hope forlorn , The ...
... art thou whose voice I hear ? " I AM THE GRAVE . " The GRAVE , that never spake before , Hath found at length a tongue to chide : Oh listen ! I will speak no more ; — 66 Be silent , pride ! " Art thou a wRETCH of hope forlorn , The ...
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... thee excel , Framed again no second smell . Roses , violets , but toys For the smaller sort of boys , Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent . Stinking'st of the stinking kind , Filth of the mouth and fog of the ...
... thee excel , Framed again no second smell . Roses , violets , but toys For the smaller sort of boys , Or for greener damsels meant ; Thou art the only manly scent . Stinking'st of the stinking kind , Filth of the mouth and fog of the ...
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... thou kept Thy lyre : Olympia's soul is on the wing , And a new Iphitus has ... thou , but because they have wings ! Fair as a being of heavenly birth , But loving ... thou art the bird and the roses to me ! And now , as I watch o'er thy ...
... thou kept Thy lyre : Olympia's soul is on the wing , And a new Iphitus has ... thou , but because they have wings ! Fair as a being of heavenly birth , But loving ... thou art the bird and the roses to me ! And now , as I watch o'er thy ...
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