The Times Book of English VerseEdward Leeson Times Books, 2004 - 703 стор. |
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... souls , That abler soul , which thence doth flow , Defécts of loneliness controls . 35 40 THE FUNERAL 69 65 70 70 75 WHOEVER Comes to shroud me , do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery ...
... souls , That abler soul , which thence doth flow , Defécts of loneliness controls . 35 40 THE FUNERAL 69 65 70 70 75 WHOEVER Comes to shroud me , do not harm Nor question much That subtle wreath of hair which crowns my arm ; The mystery ...
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... soul employ , Far other raptures , of unholy joy : When at the close of each sad , sorrowing day , Fancy restores what vengeance snatched away , Then conscience sleeps , and leaving nature free , All my loose soul unbounded springs to ...
... soul employ , Far other raptures , of unholy joy : When at the close of each sad , sorrowing day , Fancy restores what vengeance snatched away , Then conscience sleeps , and leaving nature free , All my loose soul unbounded springs to ...
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... souls of men Man's soul , and it's a fire , smoke . . . no , it's not ... It's vapour done up like a new - born babe - ( In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth ) It's . . . well , what matters talking , it's the soul ! Give us ...
... souls of men Man's soul , and it's a fire , smoke . . . no , it's not ... It's vapour done up like a new - born babe - ( In that shape when you die it leaves your mouth ) It's . . . well , what matters talking , it's the soul ! Give us ...
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