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Into the woods my Master went, / Clean forspent, forspent. …
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Hey, rose, just born / Twin to a thorn; …
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Young palmer sun, that to the shining sands / Pourest thy pilgrim’s tale, discoursing still …
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Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, / And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, …
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Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, / And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea; …
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The innocent, sweet Day is dead. / Dark Night hath slain her in her bed. …
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Betrayal / the sun has kissed the violet sea, …
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out of the hills of Habersham, / Down the valleys of Hall, …
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In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain / Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. …
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[See full text.] / IN my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain …
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Swift, through some trap mine eyes have never found, / Dim-panelled in the painted scene of Sleep, …
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Glooms of the live-oaks, beautiful-braided and woven / With intricate shades of the vines that myriad-cloven …
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Superb and sole, upon a plumëd spray / That o’er the general leafage boldly grew, …