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... soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well ...
... soul was thine ? By what bold lines shall we his grief express , Or by what soothing numbers make it less ? ' Tis not , I know , the chiming of a song , Nor all the powers that to the Muse belong , Words aptly cull'd and meanings well ...
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... souls did from their bodies fly , - They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul , it passed me by , Like the whizz of my cross - bow ! ' PART IV ' I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long , and lank ...
... souls did from their bodies fly , - They fled to bliss or woe ! And every soul , it passed me by , Like the whizz of my cross - bow ! ' PART IV ' I fear thee , ancient Mariner ! I fear thy skinny hand ! And thou art long , and lank ...
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... soul itself must issue forth A light , a glory , a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice , of its own birth , Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! V O pure ...
... soul itself must issue forth A light , a glory , a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice , of its own birth , Of all sweet sounds the life and element ! V O pure ...
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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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