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I've something sweet to tell you, And the secret you must keep, For remember, if it isn't night, I'm talking in my sleep.
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Genevieve, by Coleridge, and who knew
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Christobel,
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The Ancient Mariner, and
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The Lady of the Lake half by heart. When, in her young womanhood, she read some of his sharp, scathing criticisms, she wondered at his sweetness that afternoon. With a little more courage, she would have asked him what was really meant by