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George Eliot: With thy coming Melody was come. This was thy lot, to feel ... | Citatis
With thy coming Melody was come. This was thy lot, to feel, create, bestow, And that immeasurable life to know From which the fleshly self falls shrivelled, dead, A seed primeval that has forests bred.
George Eliot
George Eliot

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