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... SWEET LOVE . I DIE for thy sweet love ! The ground Not panteth so for summer rain , As I for one soft look of thine : And yet I sigh in vain ! A hundred men are near thee now- Each one , perhaps , surpassing me : But who doth feel a ...
... SWEET LOVE . I DIE for thy sweet love ! The ground Not panteth so for summer rain , As I for one soft look of thine : And yet I sigh in vain ! A hundred men are near thee now- Each one , perhaps , surpassing me : But who doth feel a ...
Page 273
... sweet nightingale Ever sang more sweet as the day might fail , And snatches of its Elysian chant Were mix'd with the dreams of the Sensitive Plant . ) The Sensitive Plant was the earliest Up - gather'd into the bosom of rest ; A sweet ...
... sweet nightingale Ever sang more sweet as the day might fail , And snatches of its Elysian chant Were mix'd with the dreams of the Sensitive Plant . ) The Sensitive Plant was the earliest Up - gather'd into the bosom of rest ; A sweet ...
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... sweet pleasure melteth , Like to bubbles when rain pelteth ; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thoughts still spread beyond her : Open wide the mind's cage - door , She'll dart forth , and cloudward soar . O sweet Fancy ! let her ...
... sweet pleasure melteth , Like to bubbles when rain pelteth ; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thoughts still spread beyond her : Open wide the mind's cage - door , She'll dart forth , and cloudward soar . O sweet Fancy ! let her ...
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GEORGE CRABBE | 17 |
JOANNA BAILLIE | 73 |
The Widow to her HourGlass | 80 |
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