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... nature moves , and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose , for that malignant dull delight , The gen'rous pleasure to be charmed with wit . But in such lays as neither ebb , nor flow , Correctly cold , and regularly low , That shunning ...
... nature moves , and rapture warms the mind ; Nor lose , for that malignant dull delight , The gen'rous pleasure to be charmed with wit . But in such lays as neither ebb , nor flow , Correctly cold , and regularly low , That shunning ...
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... nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads , than one Who sought the thing he loved . For nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad animal movements all gone by ) To me was all in all ...
... nature led : more like a man Flying from something that he dreads , than one Who sought the thing he loved . For nature then ( The coarser pleasures of my boyish days , And their glad animal movements all gone by ) To me was all in all ...
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Edward Leeson. IV Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing , But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake ; Or set upon a golden bough ...
Edward Leeson. IV Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing , But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake ; Or set upon a golden bough ...
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