Guy, by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Mortal mixed of middle clay,
Attempered to th...
Mortal mixed of middle clay,
Attempered to th...
Twelve o'clock.
Along the reaches of the stree...
Oh, that mysterious singing sadness of youth!
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He bides at home, and treasures all
That to h...
Off where the slender light-house lifts,
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from The Lighthouse Keeper (Timberline Press, ...