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I would in that sweet bosom be

by James Joyce

0.4858 − 0.6479i

Drawing the boundary…

Conscience and Remorse

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

0.5030 − 0.6431i

Drawing the boundary…

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I would in that sweet bosom be

by James Joyce

I would in that sweet bosom be
    (O sweet it is and fair it is!)
Where no rude wind might visit me.
    Because of sad austerities
I would in that sweet bosom be.

I would be ever in that heart
    (O soft I knock and soft entreat her!)
Where only peace might be my part.
    Austerities were all the sweeter
So I were ever in that heart.

Conscience and Remorse

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

"Good-bye," I said to my conscience —
"Good-bye for aye and aye,"
And I put her hands off harshly,
And turned my face away;
And conscience smitten sorely
Returned not from that day.

But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace;
And I cried: "Come back, my conscience;
I long to see thy face."
But conscience cried: "I cannot;
Remorse sits in my place."

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