Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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... half in earnest , half in jest , ) " Tis not your work , but Love's . Love , unperceived . A more ideal Artist he than all , Came , drew your pencil from you , made those eyes Darker than darkest pansies , and that hair More black than ...
... half in earnest , half in jest , ) " Tis not your work , but Love's . Love , unperceived . A more ideal Artist he than all , Came , drew your pencil from you , made those eyes Darker than darkest pansies , and that hair More black than ...
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... half in love , half spite , he woo'd and wed A labourer's daughter , Mary Morrison . Then , when the bells were ringing , Allan call'd His niece and said : " My girl , I love you well ; But if you speak with him that was my son , Or ...
... half in love , half spite , he woo'd and wed A labourer's daughter , Mary Morrison . Then , when the bells were ringing , Allan call'd His niece and said : " My girl , I love you well ; But if you speak with him that was my son , Or ...
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... half the power to turn This wheel within my head , Which bears a season'd brain about , Unsubject to confusion , Though soak'd and saturate , out and out , Thro ' every convolution . For I am of a numerous house , With many kinsmen gay ...
... half the power to turn This wheel within my head , Which bears a season'd brain about , Unsubject to confusion , Though soak'd and saturate , out and out , Thro ' every convolution . For I am of a numerous house , With many kinsmen gay ...
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