[BNP/E3, 31A – 4]

Yet something from us fill

And we |*put greater by the less|

As one who bosoms well

Frederick Wyatt

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Frederick Wyatt.

Fred |Wyatt|[1]

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If a Melody vague and unrest

Could be seen, yet remains a melody;

If thou {…} perfumes whose thought has caressed

Souls that regret but springs, could be perfumes but |*from|, be

Visible things, 

Might have a shadow of a word

What that {…} to tell

[4v]

{…}

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{…}

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Trovas de Bandarra

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Never before precede {…} vague

A landscape’s {…} no senses could define

For no idea fitted what was seen

He spoke a figure speech to the child mind,

A word other than that

{…} might that it could not reach

Dare us our obscure sense of speech.

 
[1] Assinaturas riscadas no original.