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I must tell a tale of chivalry ; For while I muse , the lance points slantingly Athwart the morning air ; some lady sweet , Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears ...
I must tell a tale of chivalry ; For while I muse , the lance points slantingly Athwart the morning air ; some lady sweet , Who cannot feel for cold her tender feet , From the worn top of some old battlement Hails it with tears ...
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“ Thy name is on my tongue , I know not how ; He listen'd , and he wept , and his bright tears “ Why should I tell thee what thou so well Went trickling down the golden bow he held . seest . Thus with half - shut suffused eyes he stood ...
“ Thy name is on my tongue , I know not how ; He listen'd , and he wept , and his bright tears “ Why should I tell thee what thou so well Went trickling down the golden bow he held . seest . Thus with half - shut suffused eyes he stood ...
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Let it be low As zephyr , telling secrets to his rose , For I would hear the murmuring of my thoughts ; And more of ... Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new - fall'n year , Whose white and sable hours appear The ...
Let it be low As zephyr , telling secrets to his rose , For I would hear the murmuring of my thoughts ; And more of ... Tell me how many thoughts there be In the atmosphere Of a new - fall'n year , Whose white and sable hours appear The ...
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