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Oh, there are looks and tones that dart An instant sunshine through the heart, As if the soul that minute caught Some treasure it through life had sought.
— Thomas Moore. |
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" And yet, my one lover, Fye conned thee an answer, it waits thee to-night." By f iie sycamore passed he, and through the white clover, And all the sweet speech I had fashioned, took flight. But I'll love him more, m& e, Than e'er wife loved befor 3, Be the days dark or brignt.
—Jean Ingetovo. |
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Our hearts ever answer in tune and in time, love, As octave to octave, and rhyme unto rhyme, love.
— Joseph Brenan. |
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