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VI But now , thy youngest , dearest one , has perished - The nursling of thy widowhood , who grew , Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished , And fed with true - love tears , instead of dew ; Most musical of mourners , weep anew ...
VI But now , thy youngest , dearest one , has perished - The nursling of thy widowhood , who grew , Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished , And fed with true - love tears , instead of dew ; Most musical of mourners , weep anew ...
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... Nor virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming .
... Nor virgin - choir to make delicious moan Upon the midnight hours ; No voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming .
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X I saw pale kings , and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; Who cry'd — ' La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' XI I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide , And I awoke ...
X I saw pale kings , and princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; Who cry'd — ' La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall ! ' XI I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide , And I awoke ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL OF DORSET 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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