Poems, Volume 2E. Moxon, 1846 |
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Page 85
... speak to these- No , not to thee , but to thyself in me : Hard is my doom and thine : thou knowest it all . Could Love part thus ? was it not well to speak , To have spoken once ? It could not but be well . The slow sweet hours that ...
... speak to these- No , not to thee , but to thyself in me : Hard is my doom and thine : thou knowest it all . Could Love part thus ? was it not well to speak , To have spoken once ? It could not but be well . The slow sweet hours that ...
Page 98
... speak , and speak the truth to me , Trust me , cousin , all the current of my being sets to thee . " On her pallid cheek and forehead came a colour and a light , As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night . And she turn ...
... speak , and speak the truth to me , Trust me , cousin , all the current of my being sets to thee . " On her pallid cheek and forehead came a colour and a light , As I have seen the rosy red flushing in the northern night . And she turn ...
Page 200
... speak so wild ? " As God's above , " said Alice the nurse , " I speak the truth : you are my child . " The old Earl's daughter died at my breast ; I speak the truth , as I live by bread ! I buried her like my own sweet child , And put ...
... speak so wild ? " As God's above , " said Alice the nurse , " I speak the truth : you are my child . " The old Earl's daughter died at my breast ; I speak the truth , as I live by bread ! I buried her like my own sweet child , And put ...
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