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... hand in hand , We sat down on the grass , to stray In spirit better through the land , This morn of Rome and May ? For me , I touched a thought , I know , Has tantalized me many times ( Like turns of thread the spiders throw Mocking ...
... hand in hand , We sat down on the grass , to stray In spirit better through the land , This morn of Rome and May ? For me , I touched a thought , I know , Has tantalized me many times ( Like turns of thread the spiders throw Mocking ...
Page 470
... hand clasps , as ' twas wont , my finger , and holds it : But the grasp is the clasp of Death , heartbreaking and stiff ; Yet feels to my hand as if ' Twas still thy will , thy pleasure and trust that enfolds it . So I lay thee , thy ...
... hand clasps , as ' twas wont , my finger , and holds it : But the grasp is the clasp of Death , heartbreaking and stiff ; Yet feels to my hand as if ' Twas still thy will , thy pleasure and trust that enfolds it . So I lay thee , thy ...
Page 518
... hands she dies , And swings all loose from the swing of his walk ! Yet calm and kindly are his eyes And ready to open in brown surprise Should I not answer to his talk Or should he my tears surmise . I hear his hand on the latch , and ...
... hands she dies , And swings all loose from the swing of his walk ! Yet calm and kindly are his eyes And ready to open in brown surprise Should I not answer to his talk Or should he my tears surmise . I hear his hand on the latch , and ...
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Griffin Bartholomew | 117 |
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