The Poet in America, 1650 to the PresentAlbert Gelpi |
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... tell me truly , I implore— Is there is there balm in Gilead ? " - tell me tell me , I implore ! " Quoth the Raven " Nevermore . " 6 90 " Prophet ! " said I , " thing of evil ! -prophet still , if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that ...
... tell me truly , I implore— Is there is there balm in Gilead ? " - tell me tell me , I implore ! " Quoth the Raven " Nevermore . " 6 90 " Prophet ! " said I , " thing of evil ! -prophet still , if bird or devil ! By that Heaven that ...
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Albert Gelpi. Man or woman , I might tell how I like you , but cannot , And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you , but cannot , And might tell that pining I have , that pulse of my nights and days . Behold , I do not give ...
Albert Gelpi. Man or woman , I might tell how I like you , but cannot , And might tell what it is in me and what it is in you , but cannot , And might tell that pining I have , that pulse of my nights and days . Behold , I do not give ...
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... telling stories which stories would you tell ? I would tell the story of Pierrot Le Fou1 who trusted not a woman 35 till his head blew off but love itself not quite intentionally I would tell all the stories I knew in which people went ...
... telling stories which stories would you tell ? I would tell the story of Pierrot Le Fou1 who trusted not a woman 35 till his head blew off but love itself not quite intentionally I would tell all the stories I knew in which people went ...
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Anne Bradstreet 16121672 | 4 |
Philip Pain d 1668? | 11 |
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