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... shalt pass ; And , singing down thy narrow glen , Shalt mock the fading race of men . BRYANT . THE GARDEN . How vainly men themselves amaze , To win the palm , the oak , or bays , And their incessant labors see Crowned from some single ...
... shalt pass ; And , singing down thy narrow glen , Shalt mock the fading race of men . BRYANT . THE GARDEN . How vainly men themselves amaze , To win the palm , the oak , or bays , And their incessant labors see Crowned from some single ...
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... shalt be my guide . WORDSWORTH . SOLITUDE . THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods ; There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society where none in- trudes , By the deep sea , and music in its roar : I love not man the less ...
... shalt be my guide . WORDSWORTH . SOLITUDE . THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods ; There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society where none in- trudes , By the deep sea , and music in its roar : I love not man the less ...
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... shalt form my nosegay now , And I will bind thee round my brow ; And as I twine the mournful wreath , I'll weave a melancholy song , And sweet the strain shall be , and long , - The melody of death . Come , funeral flower ! who lov'st ...
... shalt form my nosegay now , And I will bind thee round my brow ; And as I twine the mournful wreath , I'll weave a melancholy song , And sweet the strain shall be , and long , - The melody of death . Come , funeral flower ! who lov'st ...
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... shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson ...
... shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson ...
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... shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson ...
... shalt thou find a summer home , and rest , And scream among thy fellows : reeds shall bend , Soon , o'er thy sheltered nest . Thou'rt gone , the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet on my heart Deeply hath sunk the lesson ...
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