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The Marchioness Of Brinvilliers By Herman Melville  |
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 He toned the sprightly beam of morning With twilight meek of tender eve, Brightness interfused with softness, Light and shade did weave: And gave to candor equal place With mystery starred in open skies; And, floating all in sweetness, made Her fathomless mild eyes. | |||||||||||||
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