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...shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy keen clear joyance, Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And...

...fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains '.' What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?...: Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. 42 TO A SKYLARK. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals...

...expression. " He saved others ; Himself he cannot save." Satis, enough ; as satiate, insatiable, satiety. " With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be ; Shadow...: Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety." — Shelley. Satire. " The modem word satire is derived from the lanx satura,—a dish full of various...

...fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in .such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And...

...1 What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind 1 what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear, keen joyance,...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes now in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And...

...shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy keen clear joyance, Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never...death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals dream, Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? We look before and after, And...

...waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain P With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow...satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Tiiings more true and deep Than we mortals dream. Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream...

...fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ! What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain...annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but no'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep...