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I heard them clear and soft : a thought too solemn , perhaps , but sweet as music— ' I think it is a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you , Edward , because I love you . ' Do you love me , Jane ? repeat it .
I heard them clear and soft : a thought too solemn , perhaps , but sweet as music— ' I think it is a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you , Edward , because I love you . ' Do you love me , Jane ? repeat it .
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... in depth below Its massy waters meet and flow ; Thus much the fathom line was sent From Chillon's snow - white battlement , Which round about the wave inthralls : A double dungeon wall and wave Have made and like a living grave .
... in depth below Its massy waters meet and flow ; Thus much the fathom line was sent From Chillon's snow - white battlement , Which round about the wave inthralls : A double dungeon wall and wave Have made and like a living grave .
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Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall , And answer , “ Let one living head , But one arise , we come , we come ! " ' Tis but the living who are dumb . : In vain - in vain : strike other chords ; Fill high ...
Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall , And answer , “ Let one living head , But one arise , we come , we come ! " ' Tis but the living who are dumb . : In vain - in vain : strike other chords ; Fill high ...
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000PER JAMES FENIMORE 273 | 4 |
BRONTÉ CHARLOTTE | 7 |
BRONTÉ EMILY | 26 |
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