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0.019 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

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In a Cathedral City

by Thomas Hardy

0.2437 − 0.4361i

Drawing the boundary…

While, Iris, I at distance gaze

by Aphra Behn

0.2288 − 0.4239i

Drawing the boundary…

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In a Cathedral City

by Thomas Hardy

These people have not heard your name;
No loungers in this placid place
Have helped to bruit your beauty's fame.

The grey Cathedral, towards whose face 
Bend eyes untold, has met not yours; 
Your shade has never swept its base,

Your form has never darked its doors, 
Nor have your faultless feet once thrown 
A pensive pit-pat on its floors.

Along the street to maids well known
Blithe lovers hum their tender airs,
But in your praise voice not a tone. ...

— Since nought bespeaks you here, or bears, 
As I, your imprint through and through, 
Here might I rest, till my heart shares 
The spot's unconsciousness of you!

While, Iris, I at distance gaze

by Aphra Behn

While, Iris, I at distance gaze,
And feed my greedy eyes,
That wounded heart, that dies for you,
Dull gazing can't suffice;
Hope is the food of love-sick minds,
On that alone 'twill feast,
The nobler part which loves refines,
No other can digest.

In vain, too nice and charming maid,
I did suppress my cares;
In vain my rising sighs I stayed,
And stopped my falling tears;
The flood would swell, the tempest rise,
As my despair came on;
When from her lovely cruel eyes,
I found I was undone.

Yet at your feet while thus I lie,
And languish by your eyes,
'Tis far more glorious here to die,
Than gain another prize.
Here let me sigh, here let me gaze,
And wish at least to find
As raptured nights, and tender days,
As he to whom you're kind.

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