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the splendour falls on castle walls / And snowy summits old in story: …
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Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: / What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang), …
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I / fair ship, that from the Italian shore …
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With blackest moss the flower-plots / Were thickly crusted, one and all: …
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Come into the garden, Maud, / For the black bat, Night, has flown, …
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O THAT 'twere possible / After long grief and pain …
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There is sweet music here that softer falls / Than petals from blown roses on the grass, …
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Deep on the convent-roof the snows / Are sparkling to the moon: …
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Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; / Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; …
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Part I / ON either side the river lie …
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It is the miller's daughter, / And she is grown so dear, so dear, …