An Oxford Anthology of English PoetryHoward Foster Lowry, Willard Thorp |
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... things do through our judgment pass As through a multiplying glass . And sometimes , if the object be too far , We take a falling meteor for a star . Hence ' tis a wit , that greatest word of fame , Grows such a common name . 4 And wits ...
... things do through our judgment pass As through a multiplying glass . And sometimes , if the object be too far , We take a falling meteor for a star . Hence ' tis a wit , that greatest word of fame , Grows such a common name . 4 And wits ...
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... things , And make perpetual moan , Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And cease from wanderings , Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm ; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings , There is no joy but ...
... things , And make perpetual moan , Still from one sorrow to another thrown : Nor ever fold our wings , And cease from wanderings , Nor steep our brows in slumber's holy balm ; Nor harken what the inner spirit sings , There is no joy but ...
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... things ; Dead dreams of days forsaken , Blind buds that snows have shaken , Wild leaves that winds have taken , Red strays of ruined springs . We are not sure of sorrow , And joy was never sure ; To - day will die to - morrow ; Time ...
... things ; Dead dreams of days forsaken , Blind buds that snows have shaken , Wild leaves that winds have taken , Red strays of ruined springs . We are not sure of sorrow , And joy was never sure ; To - day will die to - morrow ; Time ...
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