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Page 61
... wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long , long thoughts . " I remember the black wharves and the slips , And the sea - tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips , And the beauty and mystery of the ships , And ...
... wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long , long thoughts . " I remember the black wharves and the slips , And the sea - tides tossing free ; And Spanish sailors with bearded lips , And the beauty and mystery of the ships , And ...
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... wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long , long thoughts . " I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school - boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart , That in part are prophecies , and in part Are ...
... wind's will , And the thoughts of youth are long , long thoughts . " I remember the gleams and glooms that dart Across the school - boy's brain ; The song and the silence in the heart , That in part are prophecies , and in part Are ...
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... wind was chill . You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still , You're one month on in the middle of May . But if you so much as dare to speak , A cloud comes over the sunlit arch , A wind comes off a ...
... wind was chill . You know how it is with an April day When the sun is out and the wind is still , You're one month on in the middle of May . But if you so much as dare to speak , A cloud comes over the sunlit arch , A wind comes off a ...
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The Landing of the Pilgrims | 3 |
To My Dear and Loving Husband | 9 |
A Confession | 16 |
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