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Monday, March 17, 2008

Poems By Robert Southey

Poems By Robert Southey: "Not to the grave not to the grave my Soul Follow thy friend beloved But in the lonely hour But in the evening walk Think that he companies thy solitude Think that he holds with thee Mysterious intercourse And though remembrance wake a tear There will be joy in grief "
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