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Shakespeare His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye , His eye commends the leading to his hand ; His hand ... ope her locked - up eyes , Who , peeping forth this tumult to behold , Are by his flaming torch dimmed and controlled .
Shakespeare His drumming heart cheers up his burning eye , His eye commends the leading to his hand ; His hand ... ope her locked - up eyes , Who , peeping forth this tumult to behold , Are by his flaming torch dimmed and controlled .
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She smiled , and more of pleasure than disdain Was in her dimpled chin , and liberal lip , And eyes that languished , lengthening , - just like love . She went away : I , on the wicker gate Leaned , and could follow with my eyes alone .
She smiled , and more of pleasure than disdain Was in her dimpled chin , and liberal lip , And eyes that languished , lengthening , - just like love . She went away : I , on the wicker gate Leaned , and could follow with my eyes alone .
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Thou art my heaven , and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes for meek St Agnes ' sake , Or I shall drowse beside thee , so my soul doth ache . Thus whispering , his warm , unnerved arm Sank in her pillow . Shaded was her dream By the dusk ...
Thou art my heaven , and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes for meek St Agnes ' sake , Or I shall drowse beside thee , so my soul doth ache . Thus whispering , his warm , unnerved arm Sank in her pillow . Shaded was her dream By the dusk ...
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