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The curious crime, the fineFelicity and flower of wickedness.
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Thy rare gold ring of verse (the poet praised)Linking our England to his Italy.
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The sprinkled isles,Lily on lily, that o'erlace the sea.
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Oh never starWas lost here but it rose afar.
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Lost, lost! one moment knelled the woe of years.
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Just for a handful of silver he left us,Just for a riband to stick in his coat.
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That great browAnd the spirit-small hand propping it.
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He who did well in war just earns the rightTo begin doing well in peace.
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What I aspired to be,And was not, comforts me.
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How sad and bad and mad it was!But then, how it was sweet!
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So may a glory from defect arise.
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This could but have happened once,-- And we missed it, lost it forever.
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But how carve way i' the life that lies before,If bent on groaning ever for the past?
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God's justice, tardy though it prove perchance,Rests never on the track until it reach
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Good, to forgive;Dying, we live.
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Can we love but on condition that the thing we love must die?
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Wanting is--what?Where is the blot?
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But little do or can the best of us:That little is achieved through Liberty.
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There is no truer truth obtainable By Man than comes of music.
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