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THE DARKENING VALLEY 2 He turned sharply ; it was growing very dark , and he was afraid of missing his way . At first the path led him by the verge of a wood ; there was a noise of rustling and murmuring from the trees as if they were ...
THE DARKENING VALLEY 2 He turned sharply ; it was growing very dark , and he was afraid of missing his way . At first the path led him by the verge of a wood ; there was a noise of rustling and murmuring from the trees as if they were ...
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O dark great mother - globe so close beneath me . It was she with her inexhaustible grief , Ages of blood - drenched jungles , and the smoking of craters , and the roar of tempests , And moan of the forsaken seas , I : was she with the ...
O dark great mother - globe so close beneath me . It was she with her inexhaustible grief , Ages of blood - drenched jungles , and the smoking of craters , and the roar of tempests , And moan of the forsaken seas , I : was she with the ...
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Over the cobbles , he clattered and clashed in the dark inn - yard , And he tapped with his whip on the shutters , but all was locked and barred ; He whistled a tune to the window , and who should be waiting there But the landlord's ...
Over the cobbles , he clattered and clashed in the dark inn - yard , And he tapped with his whip on the shutters , but all was locked and barred ; He whistled a tune to the window , and who should be waiting there But the landlord's ...
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