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...And see the children Sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then, sing ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young...through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquish'd one delight To live beneath...

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...doubt whether the objects of the choice are actually before them, and with equal presentation. * " We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind." What can be known must be known severely ; but is there, therefore, no faculty for those infinite lands...

...And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. Then, sing ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song ! And let the young...death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And oh, ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Think not of any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart...

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