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Another morn Risen on mid-noon.
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Brothers all Scholars and gentlemen.
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Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive, But to be young was very heaven!
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And stepping westward seemed to be A kind of heavenly destiny.
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A famous man is Robin Hood, The English ballad-singer's joy.
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The Eagle, he was lord above, And Rob was lord below.
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A brotherhood of venerable trees.
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And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine.
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Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way.
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Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company.
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That inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude.
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Stern Daughter of the Voice of God!
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A light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove.
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Who is the happy Warrior? Who is he That every man in arms should wish to be?
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And, through the heat of conflict, keeps the law In calmness made, and sees what he foresaw.
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Whom neither shape of danger can dismay, Nor thought of tender happiness betray.
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As high as we have mounted in delight, In our dejection do we sink as low.
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That heareth not the loud winds when they call, And moveth all together, if it moves at all.
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Choice word and measured phrase, above the reach Of ordinary men.
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And mighty poets in their misery dead.
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For the gods approve The depth, and not the tumult, of the soul.
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Elysian beauty, melancholy grace, Brought from a pensive though a happy place.
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Habit rules the unreflecting herd.
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Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely calculated less or more.
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Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!
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In years that bring the philosophic mind.
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To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
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And 't is my faith, that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
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The bane of all that dread the Devil.
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Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel To self-reproach.
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As in the eye of Nature he has lived, So in the eye of Nature let him die!
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Full twenty times was Peter feared, For once that Peter was respected.
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The cattle are grazing, There are forty feeding like one!
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A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
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And often, glad no more, We have been glad of yore.
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Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
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And he is oft the wisest man Who is not wise at all.
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A jolly place," said he, "in times of old! But something ails it now: the spot is cursed."
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Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.
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A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
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We meet thee, like a pleasant thought, When such are wanted.
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The best of what we do and are, Just God, forgive!
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For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago.
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