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A breath can fan love’s flame to burning,— / Make firm resolve of trembling doubt. …
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Were i a happy bird, / Building my little nest each early spring, …
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When psyche’s friend becomes her lover, / How sweetly these conditions blend! …
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God keep you, dearest, all this lonely night: / The winds are still, …
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When leaves turn outward to the light, / And all the roads are fringed with green, …
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The spinner twisted her slender thread / As she sat and spun: …
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Faint, faint and clear, / Faint as the music that in dreams we hear …
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What ’s love, when the most is said? The flash of the lightning fleet, / Then, darkness that shrouds the soul,—but the earth is firm to my feet; …