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A man can do only what a man can do. But if he does that each day he can sleep read more
A man can do only what a man can do. But if he does that each day he can sleep at night and do it again the next day.
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, read more
'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?
Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until read more
Her eye (I'm very fond of handsome eyes)
Was large and dark, suppressing half its fire
Until she spoke, then through its soft disguise
Flash'd an expression more of pride than ire,
And love than either; and there would arise,
A something in them which was not desire,
But would have been, perhaps, but for the soul,
Which struggled through and chansten'd down the whole.
In every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in
it what the eye brings means of seeing.
In every object there is inexhaustible meaning; the eye sees in
it what the eye brings means of seeing.
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the read more
Thine eyes are springs in whose serene
And silent waters heaven is seen.
Their lashes are the herbs that look
On their young figures in the brook.
In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep
falleth on men.
In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep
falleth on men.
The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
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The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
There all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.
The eyes are the mirror of the soul
The eyes are the mirror of the soul
