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And I can feel Thy follies , too ; and with a just disdain Frown at effeminates , whose very looks Reflect dishonour on the land I love . How , in the name of soldiership and sense , Should England prosper , when such things , as smooth ...
And I can feel Thy follies , too ; and with a just disdain Frown at effeminates , whose very looks Reflect dishonour on the land I love . How , in the name of soldiership and sense , Should England prosper , when such things , as smooth ...
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-in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted - Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot . CLXXVIII There is a pleasure in the pathless woods ...
-in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted - Can ye not Accord me such a being ? Do I err In deeming such inhabit many a spot ? Though with them to converse can rarely be our lot . CLXXVIII There is a pleasure in the pathless woods ...
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I feel it in this hour . The numbing cloud Mounts off my soul ; I feel it , I breathe free . Is it but for a moment ? -Ah , boil up , ye vapours ! Leap and roar , thou sea of fire ! My soul glows to meet you .
I feel it in this hour . The numbing cloud Mounts off my soul ; I feel it , I breathe free . Is it but for a moment ? -Ah , boil up , ye vapours ! Leap and roar , thou sea of fire ! My soul glows to meet you .
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