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Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race , Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white , celestiall thought ; When yet I had not walkt above A mile , or two , from my first love , And looking back ( at that short ...
Before I understood this place Appointed for my second race , Or taught my soul to fancy ought But a white , celestiall thought ; When yet I had not walkt above A mile , or two , from my first love , And looking back ( at that short ...
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A fine way to paint soul , by painting body So ill , the eye can't stop there , must go fur- ther 200 And can't fare worse ! Thus , yellow does for white When what you put for yellow's simply black , And any sort of meaning looks ...
A fine way to paint soul , by painting body So ill , the eye can't stop there , must go fur- ther 200 And can't fare worse ! Thus , yellow does for white When what you put for yellow's simply black , And any sort of meaning looks ...
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A Sonnet is a coin : its face reveals its converse , to what Power The soul , ' tis due : - Whether for tribute to the august appeals Of Life , or dower in Love's high retinue , It serve ; or , ' mid the dark wharf's cavern- ous breath ...
A Sonnet is a coin : its face reveals its converse , to what Power The soul , ' tis due : - Whether for tribute to the august appeals Of Life , or dower in Love's high retinue , It serve ; or , ' mid the dark wharf's cavern- ous breath ...
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The Franklins Tale | 16 |
The wordes of the Host to the Phisicien | 28 |
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