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... answer'd free , and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside . XXVI . But she , with sick and scornful looks averse , To her full height her stately stature draws ; " My youth , " she said , " was blasted with a curse ; This woman ...
... answer'd free , and turning I appeal'd To one that stood beside . XXVI . But she , with sick and scornful looks averse , To her full height her stately stature draws ; " My youth , " she said , " was blasted with a curse ; This woman ...
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... answer'd Arthur from the barge : " The old order changeth , yielding place to new , And God fulfils himself in many ways , Lest one good custom should corrupt the world . Comfort thyself : what comfort is in me ? I have lived my life ...
... answer'd Arthur from the barge : " The old order changeth , yielding place to new , And God fulfils himself in many ways , Lest one good custom should corrupt the world . Comfort thyself : what comfort is in me ? I have lived my life ...
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... answer'd laughing , " Go and see The Gardener's daughter : trust me , after that , You scarce can fail to match his masterpiece . " And up we rose , and on the spur we went . Not wholly in the busy world , nor quite Beyond it , blooms ...
... answer'd laughing , " Go and see The Gardener's daughter : trust me , after that , You scarce can fail to match his masterpiece . " And up we rose , and on the spur we went . Not wholly in the busy world , nor quite Beyond it , blooms ...
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... at her hand the greatest gift , A woman's heart , the heart of her I loved ; And in that time and place she answer'd me , And in the compass of three little words , More musical than ever came in one , The silver OR , THE PICTURES . 29.
... at her hand the greatest gift , A woman's heart , the heart of her I loved ; And in that time and place she answer'd me , And in the compass of three little words , More musical than ever came in one , The silver OR , THE PICTURES . 29.
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... answer'd short ; I cannot marry Dora ; by my life , I will not marry Dora . Then the old man Was wroth , and doubled up his hands , and said : " You will not , boy ! you dare to answer thus ! But in my time a father's word was law ...
... answer'd short ; I cannot marry Dora ; by my life , I will not marry Dora . Then the old man Was wroth , and doubled up his hands , and said : " You will not , boy ! you dare to answer thus ! But in my time a father's word was law ...
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answer'd beneath betwixt blow breast breath brow Camelot cheek child cloud Cophetua dark dead dear death deep dipt Dora dream earth evermore Excalibur eyes face fair fall flowers folded garden golden prime gray hand happy harken ere Haroun Alraschid hath hear heard heart heaven high dial hour iris changes king King Arthur kiss kiss'd Lady Clare Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light lips live Locksley Hall long day wanes look look'd mind moon morn mother Ida never night o'er Oriana Queen rose round scorn seem'd shade shadow shining SIMEON STYLITES Sir Bedivere sleep smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stars stept summer sweet Sweet Emma tears thee thine things Thou art thought thro thy dreams touch'd tree truth turn'd unto Vext voice weary weeping whisper wife wild wind words yonder
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