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Page 179
... once but that they both were books , Having a perfect faith in all that passed . Far stronger , now , grew the desire I felt To cleave unto this man ; but when I prayed To share his enterprise , he hurried on Reckless of me : I ...
... once but that they both were books , Having a perfect faith in all that passed . Far stronger , now , grew the desire I felt To cleave unto this man ; but when I prayed To share his enterprise , he hurried on Reckless of me : I ...
Page 372
And she left the bull she bore And he looked to her no more ; And his little frame grew stout , And his little legs grew strong , And the way was not so long ; And his little horns came out , And he played at butting trees And boulder ...
And she left the bull she bore And he looked to her no more ; And his little frame grew stout , And his little legs grew strong , And the way was not so long ; And his little horns came out , And he played at butting trees And boulder ...
Page 386
At the first drink it rustled and grew limp . At the next drink it invisible . Paul dragged the shallows for it with his fingers , And thought it must have melted . It was gone . And then beyond the open water , dim with midges , Where ...
At the first drink it rustled and grew limp . At the next drink it invisible . Paul dragged the shallows for it with his fingers , And thought it must have melted . It was gone . And then beyond the open water , dim with midges , Where ...
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