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makes so real for us in their sharply contrasted colours' yellow , and black , and
pale , and hectic red . ' And then you will notice that he does more than this ,
which brings me to the other thing I want to tell you about the poet ' s way of
working .
makes so real for us in their sharply contrasted colours' yellow , and black , and
pale , and hectic red . ' And then you will notice that he does more than this ,
which brings me to the other thing I want to tell you about the poet ' s way of
working .
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... And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four . * And there she lulled me
asleep , And there I dream ' d — Ah ! woe betide ! The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill - side . ' I saw pale Kings and Princes too , Pale 170 The Way of ...
... And there I shut her wild wild eyes With kisses four . * And there she lulled me
asleep , And there I dream ' d — Ah ! woe betide ! The latest dream I ever dreamt
On the cold hill - side . ' I saw pale Kings and Princes too , Pale 170 The Way of ...
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I saw pale Kings and Princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; They
cried — “ La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! ” . ' I saw their starved lips
in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide , And I awoke and found me ...
I saw pale Kings and Princes too , Pale warriors , death - pale were they all ; They
cried — “ La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall ! ” . ' I saw their starved lips
in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide , And I awoke and found me ...
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