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...vain ! ' Where once my careless childhood stray'd, ' A stranger yet to pain. ' I feel the gales that from ye blow ' A momentary bliss bestow, ' As waving...of joy, and youth, ' To breathe a second spring.' ' Floreat Etona !' It is an old motto, and a pure aspiration ; and long may she flourish with her classic...

...that so happily treated by Gray. The lover of the muses may truly say, " I feel the pales, that round ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow ; As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." The contrast, indeed, is somewhat...

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...careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain.' Oh, that I could add, .. ' I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow; As waving...redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.' But this can never be. All on which memory could delight to dwell is shut out by that which 'eternity...

...yet to pain.* Oh, that I could add, * I feel the gales that from ye blowr A momentary bliss bestow j As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.' But this can never be. All on which memory could delight to dwell is shut out by that which * eternity...

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...Where once my careless childhood stray 'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow ; As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe And redolent of joy and youth To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames, for thou hast...