| 644 |
A little child, a limber elf, |
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A little child, a limber Elf |
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| 645 |
Singing, dancing to itself, |
| 646 |
A fairy thing with red round cheeks |
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A faery thing with red round Cheeks |
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| 647 |
That always finds, and never seeks, |
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That always finds, and never seeks-- |
|
| 648 |
Makes such a vision to the sight |
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Doth make a Vision to the Sight, |
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| 649 |
As fills a father's eyes with light; |
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Which fills a Father's Eyes with Light! |
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| 650 |
And pleasures flow in so thick and fast |
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And Pleasures flow in so thick & fast |
|
| 651 |
Upon his heart, that he at last |
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Upon his Heart, that he at last |
|
| 652 |
Must needs express his love's excess. |
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Must needs express his Love's Excess |
|
| 653 |
With words of unmeant bitterness |
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In Words of Wrong and Bitterness. |
|
| 654 |
Perhaps 'tis pretty to force together |
| 655 |
Thoughts so all unlike each other; |
| 656 |
To mutter and mock a broken charm, |
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To mutter and mock a broken charm; |
|
| 657 |
To dally with wrong that does no harm |
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To dally with Wrong, that does no Harm-- |
|
| 658 |
Perhaps 'tis tender too and pretty |
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Perhaps, 'tis tender too & pretty |
|
| 659 |
At each wild word to feel within, |
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At each Wild word to feel within |
|
| 660 |
A sweet recoil of love and pity. |
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A [s]weet Recoil of Love & Pity; |
|
| 661 |
And what, if in a world of sin |
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And what if in a World of Sin |
|
| 662 |
(O sorrow and shame should this be true!) |
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(O sorrow & shame! Should this be true) |
|
| 663 |
Such giddiness of heart and brain |
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Such Giddiness of Heart & Brain |
|
| 664 |
Comes seldom save from rage and pain, |
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Comes seldom, save from Rage & Pain, |
|
| 665 |
So talks as it's most used to do. |
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So talks, as it's most us'd to do.-- |
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