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Consolator most mild， the promis'd one advancing，
With gentle hand extended， the mightier1 God am I，
Foretold2 by prophets and poets in their most rapt prophecies
and poems，
From this side， lo！ the Lord Christ gazes - lo！ Hermes I -
lo！ mine is Hercules' face，
All sorrow， labor， suffering， I， tallying it， absorb
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ON， ON THE SAME， YE JOCUND1 TW人工智能N！ ON， on the same， ye jocund twain！ My life and recitative， containing birth， youth，
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3 To think the thought of death merged1 in the thought of materials， To think of all these wonders of city and country，
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2 A Nation announcing itself， I myself make the only growth by which I can be appreciated， I reject none， accept all， th
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6 Coffin1 that passes through lanes and streets， Through day and night with the great cloud darkening the land， With the
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God grant a blessing1 on this tower and cottage And on my heirs， if all remain unspoiled， No table or chair or stool not
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Come play with me； Why should you run Through the shaking tree As though Id a gun To strike you dead？ When all I would d
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Would I could cast a sail on the water Where many a king has gone And many a kings daughter， And alight at the comely1 t
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I Ancestral Houses Surely among a rich mans flowering lawns， Amid the rustle1 of his planted hills， Life overflows2 with
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Lord Goring1 （pulls out his watch， inspects it， and rings the bell） It is a great nuisance. I can't find anyone in this
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A storm-beaten old watch-tower， A blind hermit1 rings the hour. All-destroying sword-blade still Carried by the wanderin
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