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A WISH This only grant me , that my means may lie Too low for envy , for
contempt too high . Some honour I would have , Not from great deeds , but good
alone . The unknown are better than ill known ; Rumour can ope the grave .
A WISH This only grant me , that my means may lie Too low for envy , for
contempt too high . Some honour I would have , Not from great deeds , but good
alone . The unknown are better than ill known ; Rumour can ope the grave .
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IX I wish my grave were growing green , A winding sheet drawn owre my een ,
And I in Helen ' s arms lying , On fair Kirconnell lea . I wish I were where Helen
lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies , For her sake
that ...
IX I wish my grave were growing green , A winding sheet drawn owre my een ,
And I in Helen ' s arms lying , On fair Kirconnell lea . I wish I were where Helen
lies ! Night and day on me she cries ; And I am weary of the skies , For her sake
that ...
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... Unenvied , unmolested , unconfined : But the long pomp , the midnight
masquerade , With all the freaks of wanton wealth array ' d , In these , ere triflers
half their wish obtain , The toiling pleasure sickens into pain ; And , e ' en while
fashion ...
... Unenvied , unmolested , unconfined : But the long pomp , the midnight
masquerade , With all the freaks of wanton wealth array ' d , In these , ere triflers
half their wish obtain , The toiling pleasure sickens into pain ; And , e ' en while
fashion ...
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