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THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES

If there were dreams to sell, Merry and sad to tell, And the crier rang the bell, What would you buy?

A cottage lone and still,

With bowers nigh, Shadowy, my woes to still,

Until I die.

Such pearl from Life's fresh crown Fain would I shake me down. Were dreams to have at will, This would best heal my ill,

This would I buy.

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TJTOW many times do I love thee, dear?

  • " Tell me how many thoughts there be

In the atmosphere Of a new-falPn year,

Whose white and sable hours appear The latest flake of Eternity:

So many times do I love thee, dear.

How many times do I love again? Tell me how many beads there are In a silver chain Of evening rain, Unravell'd from the tumbling main,

And threading the eye of a yellow star: So many times do I love again.

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