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The moon shines bright : in such a night as this , When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees And they did make no noise , in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls , And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents ...
The moon shines bright : in such a night as this , When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees And they did make no noise , in such a night Troilus methinks mounted the Troyan walls , And sigh'd his soul toward the Grecian tents ...
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You're frightened to - night ; meeting this man has frightened you . But that sort of thing isn't likely to recur . The world isn't quite as small as that . Paula . Isn't it ! The only great distances it contains are those we carry ...
You're frightened to - night ; meeting this man has frightened you . But that sort of thing isn't likely to recur . The world isn't quite as small as that . Paula . Isn't it ! The only great distances it contains are those we carry ...
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found old man , indeed , to suspect that every night , just at twelve , I looked in upon him while he slept . Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door . A watch's minute - hand moves more quickly than ...
found old man , indeed , to suspect that every night , just at twelve , I looked in upon him while he slept . Upon the eighth night I was more than usually cautious in opening the door . A watch's minute - hand moves more quickly than ...
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