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Nay, I rather thrilled,
Distrusting
every light that seemed to gild
The onward path, and feared to overlean
A finger even.
Sonnets from the Portugese
Nay, I rather thrilled,
Distrusting
every light that seemed to gild
The onward path, and feared to overlean
A finger even.
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