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FERISHTAH'S FANCIES.
White in the main, and, yea—white's faintest trace
Were clean abolished once and evermore.
Thus fare my fellows, swallowed up in gloom
So far as I discern: how far is that?
God's care be God's! ’Tis mine—to boast no joy
Unsobered by such sorrows of my kind
As sully with their shade my life that shines."
Were clean abolished once and evermore.
Thus fare my fellows, swallowed up in gloom
So far as I discern: how far is that?
God's care be God's! ’Tis mine—to boast no joy
Unsobered by such sorrows of my kind
As sully with their shade my life that shines."
"Reflected possibilities of pain,
Forsooth, just chasten pleasure! Pain itself,—
Fact and not fancy, does not this affect
The general colour?"
Forsooth, just chasten pleasure! Pain itself,—
Fact and not fancy, does not this affect
The general colour?"
"Here and there a touch
Taught me, betimes, the artifice of things—
Taught me, betimes, the artifice of things—
