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LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI Keats eyes were wild . O What can ail thee , knight - at - arms , Alone and palely loitering ? The sedge is withered from the lake , And no birds sing . O what can ail thee , knight - at - arms , So haggard and ...
LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI Keats eyes were wild . O What can ail thee , knight - at - arms , Alone and palely loitering ? The sedge is withered from the lake , And no birds sing . O what can ail thee , knight - at - arms , So haggard and ...
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Long by wild ways and clouded light they rode , Silent ; and fear less keen at heart abode With Iseult than with Palamede : for awe Constrained him , and the might of love's high law , That can make lewd men loyal ; and his heart ...
Long by wild ways and clouded light they rode , Silent ; and fear less keen at heart abode With Iseult than with Palamede : for awe Constrained him , and the might of love's high law , That can make lewd men loyal ; and his heart ...
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And since this Love , for one mad moon , On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor , Since this my Love for one mad moon Did clasp me as her king , I snatched a silk - piece red and rare From off a stall at Priddy Fair , For handkerchief to hood her ...
And since this Love , for one mad moon , On Exon Wild by Dunkery Tor , Since this my Love for one mad moon Did clasp me as her king , I snatched a silk - piece red and rare From off a stall at Priddy Fair , For handkerchief to hood her ...
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