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This narrow isthmus 'twixt two boundless seas,The past, the future,--two eternities!
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But Faith, fanatic Faith, once wedded fastTo some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
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Some flow'rets of Eden ye still inherit,But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
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But the trail of the serpent is over them all.
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Paradise itself were dimAnd joyless, if not shared with him!
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It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
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Like Dead Sea fruits, that tempt the eye,But turn to ashes on the lips.
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Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.
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As sunshine broken in the rill,Though turned astray, is sunshine still.
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Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter!Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
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Love on through all ills, and love on till they die.
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And oh if there be an Elysium on earth,It is this, it is this!
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Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,I 'll taste the luxury of woe.
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Where bastard Freedom wavesThe fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
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How shall we rank thee upon glory's page,Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?
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Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,The rapids are near, and the daylight's past.
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There was a little man, and he had a little soul;And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
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Who ranThrough each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.
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Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright,Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
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Though an angel should write, still 't is devils must print.
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Oh, weep for the hourThe lord of the valley with false vows came.
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Shall I ask the brave soldier who fights by my sideIn the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree?
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The moon looks"The brook can see no moon but this."
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And when once the young heart of a maiden is stolen,The maiden herself will steal after it soon.
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To live with them is far less sweetThan to remember thee.
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I know not, I ask not, if guilt 's in that heart,I but know that I love thee whatever thou art.
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To live and die in scenes like this,With some we 've left behind us.
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A friendship that like love is warm;A love like friendship, steady.
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To Greece we give our shining blades.
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Humility, that low, sweet rootFrom which all heavenly virtues shoot.
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