She seem'd a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years Literature
She seem'd a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years
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then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink. Literature
then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.
Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. Literature
Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will.