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Nor public men , nor cheering crowds , A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds ; I balanced all , brought all to mind , The years to come seemed waste of breath , A waste of breath the In balance with this life ...
Nor public men , nor cheering crowds , A lonely impulse of delight Drove to this tumult in the clouds ; I balanced all , brought all to mind , The years to come seemed waste of breath , A waste of breath the In balance with this life ...
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I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints- I love thee with the breath , Smiles , tears , of all my life ! -and , if God choose , I shall but love thee better after death . The Sound of the Sea HENRY WADSWORTH ...
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints- I love thee with the breath , Smiles , tears , of all my life ! -and , if God choose , I shall but love thee better after death . The Sound of the Sea HENRY WADSWORTH ...
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Look up , look up , and wait and breathe . These nights We fear Orion and the Cross . The crowd Of deadly insects caught in our long lights Glitter and seek to burrow in a cloud Soft - mined with high explosive .
Look up , look up , and wait and breathe . These nights We fear Orion and the Cross . The crowd Of deadly insects caught in our long lights Glitter and seek to burrow in a cloud Soft - mined with high explosive .
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The Creation of Beauty | 43 |
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