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Hanging on their velvet heads , Like a rope of crystal beads : See the heavy
clouds low falling , And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night from under
ground ; At whose rising , mists unsound , Damps and vapours fly apace ,
Hovering ...
Hanging on their velvet heads , Like a rope of crystal beads : See the heavy
clouds low falling , And bright Hesperus down calling The dead Night from under
ground ; At whose rising , mists unsound , Damps and vapours fly apace ,
Hovering ...
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THE PERFECT LIFE It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make Man better be
; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald ,
and sere ; A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that nightIt
was ...
THE PERFECT LIFE It is not growing like a tree In bulk , doth make Man better be
; Or standing long an oak , three hundred year , To fall a log at last , dry , bald ,
and sere ; A lily of a day Is fairer far in May , Although it fall and die that nightIt
was ...
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Not always fall of leaf , nor ever spring , Not endless night , not yet eternal day :
The saddest birds a season find to sing ; — The roughest storm a calm may soon
allay : Thus , with succeeding turns , God tempereth all , That man may hope to ...
Not always fall of leaf , nor ever spring , Not endless night , not yet eternal day :
The saddest birds a season find to sing ; — The roughest storm a calm may soon
allay : Thus , with succeeding turns , God tempereth all , That man may hope to ...
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