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And then I feel that still I hold A richer store ten thousandfold Than misers fancy in their gold , My Mary ! Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st That now at every step thou mov'st Upheld by two ; yet still thou lov'st , My Mary !
And then I feel that still I hold A richer store ten thousandfold Than misers fancy in their gold , My Mary ! Such feebleness of limbs thou prov'st That now at every step thou mov'st Upheld by two ; yet still thou lov'st , My Mary !
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In spots like these it is we prize Our Memory , feel that she hath eyes : Then , why should I be loth to stir ? I feel this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past , Continued long as life shall last .
In spots like these it is we prize Our Memory , feel that she hath eyes : Then , why should I be loth to stir ? I feel this place was made for her ; To give new pleasure like the past , Continued long as life shall last .
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One wandering thought pollutes the day : We feel , conceive or reason , laugh or weep ; Embrace fond woe , or cast our cares away : It is the same ! -- For , be it joy or sorrow , The path of its departure still is free : Man's ...
One wandering thought pollutes the day : We feel , conceive or reason , laugh or weep ; Embrace fond woe , or cast our cares away : It is the same ! -- For , be it joy or sorrow , The path of its departure still is free : Man's ...
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Great Poems of the English Language: An Anthology of Verse in English from ... Wallace Alvin Briggs Ingen förhandsgranskning - 1933 |
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