Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Page 85
... senses and my soul ! For Love himself took part against himself To warn us off , and Duty loved of Love- O this world's ... sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to these- No , not to thee , but to thyself in me : Hard is my doom ...
... senses and my soul ! For Love himself took part against himself To warn us off , and Duty loved of Love- O this world's ... sense is hard To alien ears , I did not speak to these- No , not to thee , but to thyself in me : Hard is my doom ...
Page 109
... sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe , And the kindly earth shall slumber , lapt in universal law . So I triumph'd , ere my passion sweeping thro ' me left me dry , Left me with the palsied heart , and left me with the ...
... sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe , And the kindly earth shall slumber , lapt in universal law . So I triumph'd , ere my passion sweeping thro ' me left me dry , Left me with the palsied heart , and left me with the ...
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... sense avenged by sense that wore with time . " Another said : " The crime of sense became The crime of malice , and is equal blame . " And one : " He had not wholly quench'd his power ; A little grain of conscience made him sour . " At ...
... sense avenged by sense that wore with time . " Another said : " The crime of sense became The crime of malice , and is equal blame . " And one : " He had not wholly quench'd his power ; A little grain of conscience made him sour . " At ...
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