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...cannot die. c , For For after the rain, when with nerer a stain The pavilion of heaven is bare, . j And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams,...ghost from the tomb, I arise, and unbuild it again.' — pp. 199, 200. There is a love-sick lady, who ' dwells under the glaucous caverns of ocean,' and...

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