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- 09:50 am
“What is the word that, over and over, / Sings the Scythe to the flowers and grass?”
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- 08:03 am
"A swan-like form invests the hidden thorn"
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- 10:10 am
"The clouds were touched, / And in their silent faces could he read / Unutterable love"
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- 08:10 am
"No, my lord, unless I might have another for working days"
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- 08:21 am
“Pride and ambition here / Only in far-fetch'd metaphors appear”
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- 08:42 am
"As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need. / Oh! lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!"
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- 02:24 pm
"[And] when she ceased, we sighing saw / The floor lay paved with broken hearts."
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- 08:07 am
"The steamer left the black and oozy wharves / And floated down between dark ranks of masts"
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