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For days the peaks wore hoods of cloud, / The slopes were veiled in chilly rain; …
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as a bell in a chime / Sets its twin-note a-ringing, …
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This is the loggia Browning loved, / High on the flank of the friendly town; …
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Silence was envious of the only voice / That mightier seemed than she. So, cloaked as Death, …
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Here in the dark what ghostly figures press!— / No phantom of the Past, or grim or sad; …
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Thou half-unfolded flower / With fragrance-laden heart, …
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What is there wanting in the Spring? / The air is soft as yesteryear; …