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... when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains , by the sides Of the deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved .
... when like a roe I bounded o'er the mountains , by the sides Of the deep rivers , and the lonely streams , Wherever nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads than one Who sought the thing he loved .
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Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness , And utterly consumed with sharp distress , While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make ...
Why are we weigh'd upon with heaviness , And utterly consumed with sharp distress , While all things else have rest from weariness ? All things have rest : why should we toil alone , We only toil , who are the first of things , And make ...
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Why should we only toil , the roof and crown of things ? Lo ! in the middle of the wood , The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch , and there Grows green and broad , and takes no care , Sun - steep'd at noon ...
Why should we only toil , the roof and crown of things ? Lo ! in the middle of the wood , The folded leaf is woo'd from out the bud With winds upon the branch , and there Grows green and broad , and takes no care , Sun - steep'd at noon ...
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