...riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched brows, such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone...seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall o' the snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Have you felt...

...riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ; And from her arched brows, such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone...seen but a bright lily grow Before rude hands have touched it? Have you marked but the fall o' the snow Before the soil hath smutched it? Have you felt...

...riseth ! Do but mark — her forehead's smoother Than word* that soothe her ! And from her arch'd brows thing, perhaps rather rash, Quite innocent, though...very soon the last act of our session. " Fiddlestic touch'd it? Have you mark'd but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutch'd it? Have you felt...

...riseth ! Do but mark — her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ! And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone...seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it ? Have you...

...riseth ! Do but mark ! her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her ! And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face As alone...seen but a bright lily grow, Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched it ? Sonnet. ;...

...riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that soothe her! And from her arched brows, each needful product flies, For all the luxuries the world supplies. While thus the land adorned mile hands have touched it T Have yon marked but the fall o' the snow Before the soil hath smutched...

...riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead's smoother Than words that sooth her ! And from her arched brows, such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone...triumphs to the life All the gain, all the good, of the element's strife. Have you seen but a bright lily grow ; Before rude hands have touched it ? Have you...

...bright As eve's star when it riseth. And from her arched brow such a grace Sheds itself through her face, — As alone there triumphs to the life, All...the gain, all the good, of the elements' strife.'" Alice flushed with pleasure as she turned toward Helen, whose look had changed to one of surprise and...

...riseth ! Do but mark, her forehead 's smoother Than words that soothe her ! And from her arched brows such a grace Sheds itself through the face, As alone...seen but a bright lily grow. Before rude hands have touched it t Have you marked but the fall of the snow, Before the soil hath smutched itt Have you felt...

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