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We live by Admiration, Hope and Love.

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Pan himself,The simple shepherd's awe-inspiring god!

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I have seenMysterious union with its native sea.

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So build we up the being that we are.

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One in whom persuasion and beliefA passionate intuition.

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Spires whose "silent finger points to heaven."

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Ah, what a warning for a thoughtless man,Of the sad steps by which it hath been trod!

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Wild is the music of the autumnal windAmong the faded woods.

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And when the streamThat shall not die, and cannot be destroyed.

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Wisdom married to immortal verse.

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A man he seems of cheerful yesterdaysAnd confident tomorrows.

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The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;Are scattered at the feet of man like flowers.

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In a deep pool, by happy chance we sawAnother and the same!

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Of blessed consolations in distress.

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The vision and the faculty divine;Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse.

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Strongest mindsHears least.

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The imperfect offices of prayer and praise.

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He gazed upon that mighty orb of song,The divine Milton.

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The good die first,Burn to the socket.

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This dull product of a scoffer's pen.

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With battlements that on their restless frontsBore stars.

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Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoopThan when we soar.

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Wrongs unredressed, or insults unavenged.

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Monastic brotherhood, upon rockAerial.

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The intellectual power, through words and things,Went sounding on, a dim and perilous way!

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Society became my glittering bride,And airy hopes my children.

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And the most difficult of tasks to keepHeights which the soul is competent to gain.

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For by superior energies; more strict The vacillating, inconsistent good.

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There is a luxury in self-dispraise;To meditative spleen a grateful feast.

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Recognizes ever and anonThe breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.

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Lost in a gloom of uninspired research.

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