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... voice , As soft as honeydew : Quoth he , " The man hath penance done , And penance more will do . " PART VI First Voice " But tell me , tell me ! speak again , Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is ...
... voice , As soft as honeydew : Quoth he , " The man hath penance done , And penance more will do . " PART VI First Voice " But tell me , tell me ! speak again , Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast ? What is ...
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... voice did they impart- No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart . But soon I heard the dash of oars , I heard the Pilot's cheer ; My head was turned perforce away , And I saw a boat appear . The Pilot and the Pilot's ...
... voice did they impart- No voice ; but oh ! the silence sank Like music on my heart . But soon I heard the dash of oars , I heard the Pilot's cheer ; My head was turned perforce away , And I saw a boat appear . The Pilot and the Pilot's ...
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... voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming . O brightest ! though too late for antique vows , Too , too late for the ...
... voice , no lute , no pipe , no incense sweet From chain - swung censer teeming ; No shrine , no grove , no oracle , no heat Of pale - mouth'd prophet dreaming . O brightest ! though too late for antique vows , Too , too late for the ...
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CHARLES SACKVILLE EARL Of Dorset 16381706 | 1 |
ANNE COUNTESS OF WINCHILSEA ?16601720 | 10 |
WILLIAM CONGREVE 16701729 | 19 |
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