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A Font of Type

  This latent mine—these unlaunch'd voices—passionate powers,
  Wrath, argument, or praise, or comic leer, or prayer devout,
  (Not nonpareil, brevier, bourgeois, long primer merely,)
  These ocean waves arousable to fury and to death,
  Or sooth'd to ease and sheeny sun and sleep,
  Within the pallid slivers slumbering.

 

 

Posted on 07/09/2015, in literature, poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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