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 To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,...  Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales - Page 104 edited by - 1872 Full view -
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