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George MacDonald
Tis in my memory lock'd, And you yourself shall keep the key of it.
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George MacDonald
When down her weedy trophies and herself Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up: Which time she chanted snatches of old tunes; As one incapable of her own distress, Or like a creature native and indued Unto that element: but long it could not be Till that her garments, heavy with their drink, Pull’d the poor wretch from her melodious lay To muddy death. (Ophelia)
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George MacDonald
...O, woe is me, To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!
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George MacDonald
[...] we know what we are, but know not what we may be.
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George MacDonald
She speaks much of her father; says she hears There’s tricks i’ the world; and hems, and beats her heart; Spurns enviously at straws; speaks things in doubt, That carry but half sense. (Ophelia)
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