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"A different object do these eyes require;
My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
And in my breast the
imperfect
joys expire.
Coleridge - Biographia Literaria copy
"A different object do these eyes require;
My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine;
And in my breast the
imperfect
joys expire.
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