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I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of ...
I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honoring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be ; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me ; Since when it grows , and smells , I swear , Not of ...
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To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy Power , which seems omnipotent ; To love , and bear ; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to ...
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy Power , which seems omnipotent ; To love , and bear ; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates ; Neither to ...
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... make thee sink When hope has kindled hope , and lured thee to the brink . 48 Or go to Rome , which is the sepulcher , Oh , not of him , but of our joy : ' tis nought That ages , empires , and religions there Lie buried in the ravage ...
... make thee sink When hope has kindled hope , and lured thee to the brink . 48 Or go to Rome , which is the sepulcher , Oh , not of him , but of our joy : ' tis nought That ages , empires , and religions there Lie buried in the ravage ...
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
Urheberrecht | |
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