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A little while (my life is almost set!) / I fain would pause along the downward way, …
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I see the cloud-born squadrons of the gale, / Their lines of rain like glittering spears deprest, …
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Tall, sombre, grim, against the morning sky / They rise, scarce touched by melancholy airs, …
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Between the sunken sun and the new moon, / I stood in fields through which a rivulet ran …
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I think it is over, over, / I think it is over at last: …
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Beyond the sunset and the amber sea / To the lone depths of ether, cold and bare, …
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She hath no beauty in her face / Unless the chastened sweetness there, …
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While sauntering through the crowded street, / Some half-remembered face I meet, …
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She ’s loveliest of the festal throng / In delicate form and Grecian face,— …
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For sixty days and upwards, / A storm of shell and shot …
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From “The Mountain of the Lovers” / LOVE scorns degrees; the low he lifteth high, …