| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I thought, 'her soul will soon relent,And rush in crystal torrents from her eyes,Till in the joy of sympathetic tears,She woo my love from Pluto's stony heart.'I waited, and I question would long the Spring;I question would every flower and budding spray,If thou didst come among them back again;I conjured each bri
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