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Once I knew a fine song, / —It is true, believe me,— …
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Ah, God, the way your little finger moved / As you thrust a bare arm backward …
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Once I saw mountains angry, / And ranged in battle-front. …
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A Youth in apparel that glittered / Went to walk in a grim forest. …
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I Explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, / The sweep of each sad lost wave, …
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Black riders came from the sea. / There was clang and clang of spear and shield, …
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In the night / Gray, heavy clouds muffled the valleys, …
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There was a land where lived no violets. / A traveller at once demanded: “Why?” …
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The Wayfarer, / Perceiving the pathway to truth, …