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I SEE all human wits Are measured but a few; Unmeasured still my Shakespeare sits Lone1 as the blessed Jew.
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Crow realized God loved him- Otherwise, he would have dropped dead. So that was proved. Crow reclined, marvelling1, on h
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IT is not growing like a tree In bulk doth make man better be; Or standing1 long an oak three hundred year To fall a log
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Lines [The world is sweet, and fair, and bright,] The world is sweet, and fair, and bright, And joy aboundeth everywhere
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In Memoriam Go! heart of mine! the way is long The night is dark the place is far; Go! kneel and pray, or chant a song
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SONGS AND SONNETSTWO HOMES. WHAT does the dim gaze of the dying find To waken dream or memory, seeing you? In your sweet