A Poem on The Horizon, a Happy-sad poem
When first I came across her path,I saw at once the soul o' that gold-haired lassIt was a soul of snow that I saw,And looking too long I grew coldAnd looking too long I grew oldWhen she came to rub against me thoughI could not hold against the falling of the snowMy grounds with all…
Short note on pleonasm, and easy exercise to check understanding.
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