me; “no doubt they are often of different sentiments,

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Had he not found it certain beyond dreams

me; “no doubt they are often of different sentiments,

That out of life's own self-delight had sprung

me; “no doubt they are often of different sentiments,

The abounding glittering jet; though now it seems

me; “no doubt they are often of different sentiments,

As if some marvellous empty sea-shell flung

Out of the obscure dark of the rich streams,

And not a fountain, were the symbol which

Shadows the inherited glory of the rich.

Some violent bitter man, some powerful man



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