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... is his heart whom charms may not enslave ; But Harold felt not as in other times
, And left without a sigh the land of war and crimes . XVII . He that has saild upon
the dark blue sea Has view'd at times , I ween , a full fair sight ; When the fresh ...
... is his heart whom charms may not enslave ; But Harold felt not as in other times
, And left without a sigh the land of war and crimes . XVII . He that has saild upon
the dark blue sea Has view'd at times , I ween , a full fair sight ; When the fresh ...
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L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest , Fresh is the green beneath those
aged trees ; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast , From heaven itself he
may inhale the breeze : The plain is far beneath - oh ! let him seize Pure pleasure
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L. Here in the sultriest season let him rest , Fresh is the green beneath those
aged trees ; Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast , From heaven itself he
may inhale the breeze : The plain is far beneath - oh ! let him seize Pure pleasure
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Would he had ne'er return'd to find fresh cause to roam ! XCVI . Oh ! ever loving ,
lovely , and beloved ! How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past , And clings to
thoughts now better far removed ! But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last .
Would he had ne'er return'd to find fresh cause to roam ! XCVI . Oh ! ever loving ,
lovely , and beloved ! How selfish Sorrow ponders on the past , And clings to
thoughts now better far removed ! But Time shall tear thy shadow from me last .
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