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The Lost Mistress: Robert Browning

All’s over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, ’tis the sparrows’ good-night twitter About your cottage eaves! And the leaf-buds on the vine are wooly, I noticed that, to-day; One day more bursts them open … Continue reading

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