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... breast , ( Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year ) . Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest ...
... breast , ( Those peerless flowers which in the rudest wind Never grow sere , When rooted in the garden of the mind , Because they are the earliest of the year ) . Nor was the night thy shroud . In sweet dreams softer than unbroken rest ...
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... breast . Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks thro ' in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As ...
... breast . Wherefore those dim looks of thine , Shadowy , dreaming Adeline ? Whence that aery bloom of thine , Like a lily which the sun Looks thro ' in his sad decline , And a rose - bush leans upon , Thou that faintly smilest still , As ...
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... breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . II . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine ...
... breast , Fold thine arms , turn to thy rest . Let them rave . Shadows of the silver birk Sweep the green that folds thy grave . Let them rave . II . Thee nor carketh care nor slander ; Nothing but the small cold worm Fretteth thine ...
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... loved , and love dispell'd the fear That I should die an early death : For love possess'd the atmosphere , And fill'd the breast with purer breath . My mother thought , What ails the boy ? For 106 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
... loved , and love dispell'd the fear That I should die an early death : For love possess'd the atmosphere , And fill'd the breast with purer breath . My mother thought , What ails the boy ? For 106 THE MILLER'S DAUGHTER .
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... the brooks , the showers : I rolled among the tender flowers : I crush'd them on my breast , my mouth : I look'd athwart the burning drouth Of that long desert to the south . III . Last night , when some one spoke his 1 2 FATIMA.
... the brooks , the showers : I rolled among the tender flowers : I crush'd them on my breast , my mouth : I look'd athwart the burning drouth Of that long desert to the south . III . Last night , when some one spoke his 1 2 FATIMA.
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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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