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Love by Samuel T Coleridge

libellez — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 12:43:39 +0000

All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, Are all but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.

Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o’er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay Beside the ruined tower.

The moonshine stealing o’er the scene Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!

She leant against the armed man, The statue of the armed knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light.

Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy! my Genevieve! She loves

Quiz: Guess what I am?!

libellez — Wed, 25 Jan 2012 19:56:22 +0000

Psst: I know what you are:-)

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libellez — Tue, 25 Oct 2011 10:51:21 +0000

(start of Chapter 5, part 4/4) There was neither knocker nor bell-handle at the open door where Oliver and his master stopped; so; groping his way cautiously through the dark passage, and bidding Oliver keep close to him and not be afraid, the undertaker mounted to the top of the first flight of stairs. Stumbling against a door on the landing, he rapped at it with his knuckles.

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