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Her every look , her every smile , Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought '
twas Venus from her isle , And wondered where she'd left her sparrows . She
talked , of politics or prayers , Or Southey's prose , or Wordsworth's sonnets ,Of ...
Her every look , her every smile , Shot right and left a score of arrows ; I thought '
twas Venus from her isle , And wondered where she'd left her sparrows . She
talked , of politics or prayers , Or Southey's prose , or Wordsworth's sonnets ,Of ...
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By candlelight , at twelve o'clock , To me it mattered not a tittle ; If those bright lips
had quoted Locke , I might have thought they murmured Little . Through sunny
May , through sultry June , I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to ...
By candlelight , at twelve o'clock , To me it mattered not a tittle ; If those bright lips
had quoted Locke , I might have thought they murmured Little . Through sunny
May , through sultry June , I loved her with a love eternal ; I spoke her praises to ...
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She smiled on many , just for funI knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first
— the only one Her heart had thought of for a minute.I knew it , for she told me so
, In phrase which was divinely molded ; She wrote a charming hand - and oh !
She smiled on many , just for funI knew that there was nothing in it ; I was the first
— the only one Her heart had thought of for a minute.I knew it , for she told me so
, In phrase which was divinely molded ; She wrote a charming hand - and oh !
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Then it shifted to muscular novels , With a little digression on prigs : She thought “
Wives and Daughters ” “ SO jolly ! ” “ Had I read it ? ” She knew when I had , Like
the rest , I should dote upon “ Molly ; " And “ poor Mrs. Gaskell — how sad !
Then it shifted to muscular novels , With a little digression on prigs : She thought “
Wives and Daughters ” “ SO jolly ! ” “ Had I read it ? ” She knew when I had , Like
the rest , I should dote upon “ Molly ; " And “ poor Mrs. Gaskell — how sad !
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... My sole and my final resource Is to wait some indefinite crisisSome feat of
molecular force , To solve me this riddle , conducive By no means to peace or
repose , Since the issue can scarce be inclusive Of Dora and Rose . 1 ( After -
thought . ) ...
... My sole and my final resource Is to wait some indefinite crisisSome feat of
molecular force , To solve me this riddle , conducive By no means to peace or
repose , Since the issue can scarce be inclusive Of Dora and Rose . 1 ( After -
thought . ) ...
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Page 39 - PART I At a pleasant evening party I had taken down to supper One whom I will call ELVIRA, and we talked of love and TUPPER, MR. TUPPER and the poets, very lightly with them dealing. For I've always been distinguished for a strong poetic feeling. Then we let off paper crackers, each of which contained a motto, And she listened while I read them, till her mother told her not to. Then she whispered, "To the ball-room we had better, dear, be walking; If we stop down here much longer, really people will...