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What! am I raging alone as my father raged in his mood?onde mort dand gaimos
Must I too creep to the hollow and dash myself down and die
Rather than hold by the law that I made,
Would there be sorrow for me? there was love
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I am sick of the Hall and the hill, I am sick
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The dark old place will be gilt by the touch of
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Maud the delight of the village, the ringing joy of the Hall,
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Mand with her sweet purse-mouth when my
My dreams are bad.
What is she now?
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No, there is fatter game on the moor; she will wide let me alone.
Thanks, for the fiend best knows whether woman or man be the worse.
I will bury myself in myself, and the Devil may pipe to
Long have I sigh'd for a calm: God grant I may find it at last!
It will never be broken by Maud, she has
But a cold and clear-cut face, as I found when
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All that I saw (for her eyes were downcast, not to be seen)
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For a chance of travel, a paleness, an hour's
Or the least little delicate aquiline curve in a sensitive nose,
From which I escaped heart free, with the least little touch of spleen.
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Cold and clear-cut face, why come you so cruelly
Breaking a slumber in which all spleenful folly
Done but in thought to your beauty, and ever as
Growing and fading and growing, till I could
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But arose, and all by myself in my own dark
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In the little grove where I sit-ah, wherefore cannot I be
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Like things, of the season gay, like the bountiful
Half-lost in the liquid azure bloom of a crescent
The silent sapphire-spangled marriage ring of
And yet bubbles o'er like a city, with gossip, scandal, and spite;
And Jack on his ale-house bench has as many
But sorrow seize me if ever that light be my