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Permitted desolations, comfort mine !
And the lone garden where thine九九藏书 agony
To ruffle round with sobs thy last word said
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Drear wine-press,--by the wilderness out-spread,--
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IF God compel thee to this destiny,