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...cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. upon ! — the stars, Which on thy cradle beam'd so brightly sweet, Were g moríais dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal etream ? We look before and afler, And...

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...surpass. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain 1 What fields, or waves, or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain 1 Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how...

...are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest...

...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot he : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst...

...Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught...

...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest...

...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing...sky or plain ! What love of thine own kind ! what ignoranee of painI With thy clear keen joyonee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near...

...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ! What fields,...sky or plain ! What love of thine own kind ! what ignoranee of pain! With thy elear keen joyanee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near...