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How died Melissa none dares shape in words.
A woman who is wife despotic lords
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Unto that love must we through fire attain,
Which those two held as breath of common air;
The hands of whom were given in bond elsewhere;
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I
Projected from the bilious Childe,
This clatterjaw his foot could set
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[From the Mireio of Mistral]
A hundred mares, all white! their manes
Like mace-reed of the marshy plains
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See'st thou a Skylark whose glistening winglets ascending
Quiver like pulses beneath the melodious dawn?
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And-'Yonder look! yoho! yoho!
Nancy is off!' the farmer cried,
Advancing by the river side,
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I
Demeter devastated our good land,
In blackness for her daughter snatched below.
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I
Leave the uproar: at a leap
Thou shalt strike a woodland path,
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This golden head has wit in it. I live
Again, and a far higher life, near her.
Some women like a young philosopher;
Perchance because he is diminutive.
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I must be flattered. The imperious
Desire speaks out. Lady, I am content
To play with you the game of Sentiment,
And with you enter on paths perilous;
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