She Was a Phantom of Delight by William Wordsworth
She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment's ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair;
Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn;
A dancing shape, an image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Muhyiddin has no answer to whether he would lead a “Malaysian first”
campaign
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Seventy-two hours have passed and Muhyiddin Yassin has no answer to the
question whether he would lead a “Malaysian first” campaign. He also has no
answer ...
1 day ago
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