Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Volume 4W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 pages |
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... look a half - hour forth on Fiesole , Both of one mind , as married people use , Quietly , quietly the evening ... looks on and calls his , And , I suppose , is looked on by in turn , While she looks - no one's : very dear , no less ...
... look a half - hour forth on Fiesole , Both of one mind , as married people use , Quietly , quietly the evening ... looks on and calls his , And , I suppose , is looked on by in turn , While she looks - no one's : very dear , no less ...
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... look lovingly and nearly , Lines I write the first time and the last time . He who works in fresco , steals a hair - brush , Curbs the liberal hand , subservient proudly , Cramps his spirit , crowds its all in little , Makes a strange ...
... look lovingly and nearly , Lines I write the first time and the last time . He who works in fresco , steals a hair - brush , Curbs the liberal hand , subservient proudly , Cramps his spirit , crowds its all in little , Makes a strange ...
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... looks within , Looks in vain , for all's obscure . " Nay , look closer into man ! Tell me , can you find indeed Nothing sure , no moral plan Clear prescribed , without your creed ? " No , I nothing can perceive ! Without that , all's ...
... looks within , Looks in vain , for all's obscure . " Nay , look closer into man ! Tell me , can you find indeed Nothing sure , no moral plan Clear prescribed , without your creed ? " No , I nothing can perceive ! Without that , all's ...
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