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... flow , And every wave went sparkling higher , While mine was ebbing , fast and
low , From the same shore of vain desire , And knew I , with prophetic heart , That
we were wearing aye insensibly apart . II . We came to Italy . I felt A MELANIE .
... flow , And every wave went sparkling higher , While mine was ebbing , fast and
low , From the same shore of vain desire , And knew I , with prophetic heart , That
we were wearing aye insensibly apart . II . We came to Italy . I felt A MELANIE .
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I felt that I had lost My life else . I had wrung , for forty years , My frame to its last
withers ; I had flung My boyhood ' s fire away — the energy Of a most sinless
youth — the toil , and fret , And agony of manhood . I had dared , Fought ,
suffered ...
I felt that I had lost My life else . I had wrung , for forty years , My frame to its last
withers ; I had flung My boyhood ' s fire away — the energy Of a most sinless
youth — the toil , and fret , And agony of manhood . I had dared , Fought ,
suffered ...
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... Searched mine own bosom for some spring of gladness ; And lo ! a fountain
started Whose waters ev ' n in death flow calm and fast , And my wild fever - thirst
was slaked at last . And then I met thee , Mary , And felt how love may into fulness
...
... Searched mine own bosom for some spring of gladness ; And lo ! a fountain
started Whose waters ev ' n in death flow calm and fast , And my wild fever - thirst
was slaked at last . And then I met thee , Mary , And felt how love may into fulness
...
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... fast - flying clouds across my book Passes with delicate change . My merry fire
Sings cheerfully to itself ; my musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet
sleep , And looks into my face as if she felt Like me the gentle influence of the
rain .
... fast - flying clouds across my book Passes with delicate change . My merry fire
Sings cheerfully to itself ; my musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet
sleep , And looks into my face as if she felt Like me the gentle influence of the
rain .
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With wings to fly to wood and glen , Thy lot , like mine , is cast with men ; And
daily , with unwilling feet , I tread , like thee , the crowded street ; But , unlike me ,
when day is o ' er , Thou canst dismiss the world and soar , Or , at a half felt wish
for ...
With wings to fly to wood and glen , Thy lot , like mine , is cast with men ; And
daily , with unwilling feet , I tread , like thee , the crowded street ; But , unlike me ,
when day is o ' er , Thou canst dismiss the world and soar , Or , at a half felt wish
for ...
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| Заглавие | Melanie and Other Poems |
| Автор | Nathaniel Parker Willis |
| Издание | 2 |
| Издател | Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 11 Дек 2006 |
| Брой страници | 242 страници |
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