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... Thou too art gone , thou loved and lovely one ! Whom youth and youth's affections bound to me ; Who did for me what none beside have done , Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee . What is my being ? thou hast ceased to be ! Nor staid ...
... Thou too art gone , thou loved and lovely one ! Whom youth and youth's affections bound to me ; Who did for me what none beside have done , Nor shrank from one albeit unworthy thee . What is my being ? thou hast ceased to be ! Nor staid ...
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... Thou , who didst grudge him even that fleeting span , More than enough , thou fatal Waterloo ! Millions of tongues record thee , and anew Their children's lips shall echo them , and say " Here , where the sword united nations drew , Our ...
... Thou , who didst grudge him even that fleeting span , More than enough , thou fatal Waterloo ! Millions of tongues record thee , and anew Their children's lips shall echo them , and say " Here , where the sword united nations drew , Our ...
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... thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never shouldst behold , My voice shall with thy future visions blend , And reach into thy heart , - when mine is cold , - A token and a tone , even from ...
... thou art the friend To whom the shadows of far years extend : Albeit my brow thou never shouldst behold , My voice shall with thy future visions blend , And reach into thy heart , - when mine is cold , - A token and a tone , even from ...
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... Thou formest in his fortunes bids us think Of thy poor malice , naming thee with scorn — Alfonso how thy ducal pageants shrink From thee if in another station born , Scarce fit to be the slave of him thou mad'st to mourn : XXXVIII . Thou ...
... Thou formest in his fortunes bids us think Of thy poor malice , naming thee with scorn — Alfonso how thy ducal pageants shrink From thee if in another station born , Scarce fit to be the slave of him thou mad'st to mourn : XXXVIII . Thou ...
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... thou , whose chariot roll'd on Fortune's wheel , Triumphant Sylla ! Thou , who didst subdue Thy country's foes ere thou wouldst pause to feel The wrath of thy own wrongs , or reap the due Of hoarded vengeance till thine eagles flew O'er ...
... thou , whose chariot roll'd on Fortune's wheel , Triumphant Sylla ! Thou , who didst subdue Thy country's foes ere thou wouldst pause to feel The wrath of thy own wrongs , or reap the due Of hoarded vengeance till thine eagles flew O'er ...
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