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SUI GENERIS
To me, she always seems a thing create
Of mind and matter subtly mingled so
That none, save he who loves her best, can know
What is the charm of fortune or of fate
That gives such beauty to her mean estate,
And makes a woman, born and bred below
The limits of convention, such a foe
To things not true, or not immaculate.
Of mind and matter subtly mingled so
That none, save he who loves her best, can know
What is the charm of fortune or of fate
That gives such beauty to her mean estate,
And makes a woman, born and bred below
The limits of convention, such a foe
To things not true, or not immaculate.
Well, she has had a peasant ancestry
Kept from the sins and follies of their time
By knowing nothing of them; and a sky
Radiant and pure, shone over all her prime.
She, like the lark, soars heaven ward at a bound,
Although her nest is only on the ground.
Kept from the sins and follies of their time
By knowing nothing of them; and a sky
Radiant and pure, shone over all her prime.
She, like the lark, soars heaven ward at a bound,
Although her nest is only on the ground.
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