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I thought of our little quarrels and strife ; And the letter that brought me back my ring . And it all seem'd then , in the waste of life , Such a very little thing ! For I thought of her grave below the hill , Which the sentinel ...
I thought of our little quarrels and strife ; And the letter that brought me back my ring . And it all seem'd then , in the waste of life , Such a very little thing ! For I thought of her grave below the hill , Which the sentinel ...
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Well , so I did ; but yet I did not think To show to all the world my pen and ink In such a mode ; I only thought to ... my scribble : nor did I intend But to divert myself in doing this From worser thoughts which make me do amiss .
Well , so I did ; but yet I did not think To show to all the world my pen and ink In such a mode ; I only thought to ... my scribble : nor did I intend But to divert myself in doing this From worser thoughts which make me do amiss .
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... Avoiding only , as I trod , My brothers ' graves without a sod ; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed , My breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crushed heart fell blind and sick .
... Avoiding only , as I trod , My brothers ' graves without a sod ; For if I thought with heedless tread My step profaned their lowly bed , My breath came gaspingly and thick , And my crushed heart fell blind and sick .
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000PER JAMES FENIMORE 273 | 4 |
BRONTÉ CHARLOTTE | 7 |
BRONTÉ EMILY | 26 |
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