“ Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour. ”
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“ The rust will find the sword of fame, The dust will hide the crown; Ay, none shall nail so high his name Time will not tear it down. ”
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“ I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there. ”
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“ I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams. ”
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“ I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams. ”
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“ The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you. ”
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“ A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose. ”
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“ I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams. ”
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“ I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams. ”
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“ Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour. ”
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“ No command of art, No toil, can help you hear; Earth's minstrelsy falls clear But on the listening heart. ”
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“ The wind is awake, pretty leave, pretty leaves, Heed not what he says, he deceives, he deceives; Over and over To the lowly clover He has lisped the same love (and forgotten it, too). He will be lisping and pledging to you. ”
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“ Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour. ”
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“ A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose. ”
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“ The message from the hedge-leaves, Heed it, whoso thou art; Under lowly eaves Lives the happy heart. ”
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“ Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour. ”
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“ Holding occasion by the hand, Not over nice 'twixt weed and flower, Waiving what none can understand, I make mine hour. ”
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“ I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams. ”
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“ I pour into the world the eternal streams Wan prophets tent beside, and dream their dreams. ”
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“ I question not if thrushes sing, If roses load the air; Beyond my heart I need not reach When all is summer there. ”
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“ A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose. ”
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“ A breath, whence no man knows, Swaying the grating weeds, it blows; It comes, it grieves, it goes. Once it rocked the summer rose. ”
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“ We look through gloom and storm-drift Beyond the years: The soul would have no rainbow Hard the eyes no tears. ”
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