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I Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich mans flowering lawns, Amid the rustle1 of his planted hills, Life overflows2 with
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Lord Goring1 (pulls out his watch, inspects it, and rings the bell) It is a great nuisance. I can't find anyone in this
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A storm-beaten old watch-tower, A blind hermit1 rings the hour. All-destroying sword-blade still Carried by the wanderin
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I thought of your beauty, and this arrow, Made out of a wild thought, is in my marrow1. Theres no man may look upon her,
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X His Wildness O bid me mount and sail up there Amid the cloudy wrack1, For Peg2 and Meg and Paris love That had so stra
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II Human Dignity Like the moon her kindness is, If kindness I may call What has no comprehension int, But is the same fo
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WHERe THEY SLEEP THE fog inrolling, dark and still Lies deep upon the crowded dead As flooding sea upon the sands, And q
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What story would you like to hear, Mr. Lamb? Are you a real lamb? Would you like to hear of Webbers? Or Whales? Here is
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DOMESTIC PEACE. Why should such gloomy silence reign1, And why is all the house so drear, When neither danger, sickness,