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Look out o'the other side your monument , His guard have brought him thither . Enter Antony , borne by the Guard . Cleo . Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in 5 - darkling stand The varying shore o'the world 50 Antony !
Look out o'the other side your monument , His guard have brought him thither . Enter Antony , borne by the Guard . Cleo . Burn the great sphere thou mov'st in 5 - darkling stand The varying shore o'the world 50 Antony !
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Fear no more the heat o'the sun , Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust .
Fear no more the heat o'the sun , Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done , Home art gone , and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must , As chimney - sweepers , come to dust .
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Chickens , the way which they stoop'd eagles ; slaves , The strides they victors made : and now our cowards ( Like fragments in hard voyages , ) became The life o'the need ; having found the back - door open Of the unguarded hearts ...
Chickens , the way which they stoop'd eagles ; slaves , The strides they victors made : and now our cowards ( Like fragments in hard voyages , ) became The life o'the need ; having found the back - door open Of the unguarded hearts ...
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