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Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that
led to Glory's goal , They won , and pass'd away — is this the ... Bound to the
earth , he lifts his eye to heavenIs't not enough , unhappy thing ! to know Thou art
?
Gone - glimmering through the dream of things that were : First in the race that
led to Glory's goal , They won , and pass'd away — is this the ... Bound to the
earth , he lifts his eye to heavenIs't not enough , unhappy thing ! to know Thou art
?
Side 60
... to pursue : But Harold on such arts no more relied ; And had he doted on those
eyes so blue , Yet never would he join the lover's whining crew . XXXIV . Not
much he kens , I ween , of woman's breast , Who thinks that wanton thing is won
by ...
... to pursue : But Harold on such arts no more relied ; And had he doted on those
eyes so blue , Yet never would he join the lover's whining crew . XXXIV . Not
much he kens , I ween , of woman's breast , Who thinks that wanton thing is won
by ...
Side 61
... Sadness , not by Fiction , ledClimes , fair withal as ever mortal head Imagined
in its little schemes of thought ; Or e'er in new Utopias were ared , To teach man
what he might be , or he ought ; If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught .
... Sadness , not by Fiction , ledClimes , fair withal as ever mortal head Imagined
in its little schemes of thought ; Or e'er in new Utopias were ared , To teach man
what he might be , or he ought ; If that corrupted thing could ever such be taught .
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