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Page 151
... eyes full of love's content . The birds are glad ; the brier - rose fills The air with sweetness ; all the hills Stretch green to June's unclouded sky ; But still I wait with ear and eye For something gone which should be nigh , A loss ...
... eyes full of love's content . The birds are glad ; the brier - rose fills The air with sweetness ; all the hills Stretch green to June's unclouded sky ; But still I wait with ear and eye For something gone which should be nigh , A loss ...
Page 173
... eye , -in other words , spectacles . I don't use them . All I ask is a large , fair type , a strong daylight or gas - light , and one yard of focal distance , and my eyes are as good as ever . But if your eyes fail , I can tell you ...
... eye , -in other words , spectacles . I don't use them . All I ask is a large , fair type , a strong daylight or gas - light , and one yard of focal distance , and my eyes are as good as ever . But if your eyes fail , I can tell you ...
Page 423
... eye and one black eye and the eyes of his of his eyes are as lost as you'll find 6 . when faces called flowers float out of the ground and breathing is wishing and wishing is having- but keeping is downward and doubting and never -it's ...
... eye and one black eye and the eyes of his of his eyes are as lost as you'll find 6 . when faces called flowers float out of the ground and breathing is wishing and wishing is having- but keeping is downward and doubting and never -it's ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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