The Minor Poems

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Clarendon Press, 1888 - English poetry - 462 pages

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Page 305 - there's as good fish in the sea as ever came out of it...
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Page 300 - Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); With these the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win.
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