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the tribute of this verse.
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take the warm welcome of new friends with thee,
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augmented, sweet, a hundred fold
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in some lady's gyahden.
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and bow to dread inquisitor and worship lords of dust;
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its temples and its palaces did seem
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but i, or any demmercrat, feels comf'table to stan' on,
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miles off, three dangerous miles, is home;
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every day a rich reward will give;
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else, suffer’d, it will set the heart on fire,
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who, never looking forward, are indeed
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gay little heart!
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while from his hand i squeeze the golden prize,
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among the sources of thy glorious streams,
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as when i read in god's own holy book.
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and while before me, spotted with white sails,
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yet that whip's name too noble
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i'm comin', ed.
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what gods, what madness, hither steer’d your course?
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and raised their eyes above,
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it spoils me for the smiling of the rest’—
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yearns to its source. the spirit thirsts for god,
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that wisdom's lips seemed borrowing friendship's heart.
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the oil upon the puddles dries
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snows hide his shoulders; from beneath his chin
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when the glance hast lost its beam;
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best gems of nature's cabinet,
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as round some giant hive, all day and night,
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whether they met on festal eve, in field,
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who cometh over the hills,
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in the shadow of the shores; as dead leaves wake,
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touch it: the marble eyelids are not wet--
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oh, say, is he, the eternal, there?
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the blessed memory of thy worth
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from his own tripod, and his holy tree;
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i sate down beneath the beech
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a million torches lighted by thy hand
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thy sleep makes ridiculous.
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whose potent unity and concentric force
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of peace? it is thy father's name. thy life
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now, if thou art a poet, tell me not
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who stood in expectation by,
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mine eyes were of their madness half beguiled,
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jes heavy 'nough to turn a scale thet's doubtfle the wrong way,
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you sha' n't roll yo' eyes at me.
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case dey nevah tech a drouf.
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it will be spring again.
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mine are calm and tranquil days,
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sang as little children sing;
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the things it wrought on; i believe
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from flight, seditious angel, to receave
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what once has been and ne'er shall be again,
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sky, marsh, my soul, and yonder sail.
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thy merited reward, the first assay
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except in france; and when it’s found in france,
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for the greek must ask elsewhere.
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whose anvil's even din
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that truthful teacup, our dictator, knows;
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when hills are free from snow
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uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
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endu'd with human voice and human sense,
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whatever anybody had
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is passed, and our aereal speed suspended.
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afar the melancholy thunder moaned,
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their hate, and selfishness, and pride!
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i would don my hose of homespun gray,
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an hundred silken cords are set
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i have lost the urban ways.
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and sorrowful to-day, thy children set
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or by some cabin door, a bush
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was freedom's home or glory's grave!
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save for a cry that echoes shrill
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with its close-curling gold, and love revived.
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a golden helm his front and head surrounds
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but, through the war-cloud, pray to thee
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swing, like a ship at anchor, roun' my base,
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for peace or rest too well he saw
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from her stately place on high.
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that passed with you and me.--
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sweet hope!
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for high, and yet more high, the murmurs swell
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let those whom nature hath not made for store,
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said, `pass not, so cold, these manifold
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the adulterate death of lucrece and her groom.
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whilst this....
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"the snow that husheth all,
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then pausing, thus his prophecy renews:
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to accomplish suicide.
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early or late? or shall that commonwealth
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he plays a little, sings a song,
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each by his fiery torture howl and rave,
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and twitter, and again are still.
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my daily thoughts perpetual converse held
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yon trunk had thrice a hundred rings,
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is lovely round; a beautiful river there
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take heed (dear heart) of this large privilege,
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at once comes tumbling down the rocky wall;
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sat mournfully guarding their corpses there,
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low in supplication bending.
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twas when you stole my maidenhead;
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