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- Maid of Astolat
- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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The Folly of being Comforted W. B. Yeats One that is ever kind said yesterday: “Your well beloved’s hair has threads of grey, And li... -
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Dedicated to someone with no sense of direction... No Sense of Direction Vernon Scannell I have always admired Those who are sure W... -
To The Evening Star William Blake Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light Thy brig... -
The Stars Andrew Young The stars rushed forth tonight Fast on the faltering light; So thick those stars did lie No room was left fo... -
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IL TRIONFO DEL AMOR. Charlotte Dacre SO full my thoughts are of thee, that I swear All else is hateful to my troubl'd soul; How thou ... -
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