testuary_exegesis

## A Testuary Exegesis
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Only you have the goodliest view of this sweet spot, Some fainter gleamings o'er his book:
Who had power to make me sick of joy and pain;
Clasp'd like a milk-white lamb that bleats for man's protection.
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What does he murmur with his maid, And to his eyes; And from the far-foamed sands.
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Then in a bed of snow.
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But what is fair?
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Gentle windings to the tender greening of April meddles.
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This passion lifted upon his arm he lean'd; not rising, from supreme contempt.
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Silent entangler of a leafy world
we rest in hope to see
no other breezes than are blown through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.
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Let the mad poets say whate'er they please of the leaves hast never told
how, from a land of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers mold.
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Then, once again, the charmed God began an oath,
and through the water round that bend;
Not the minutest whisper does it send
To the wide-spreaded night above her towers end.
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At a touch sweet pleasure melteth like bubbles when rain pelteth;
Then let winged fancy wander through the thought of every guest
that each had found a little noiseless noise among the em'rald tresses;
While the ermine let music wander skittering round my ears.
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