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| No wild enthusiast could rest, till half the world like him was possessed. |
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| No wild enthusiast ever yet could rest, till half of mankind were, like himself, possest |
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Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds,
Exhilarate the spirit, and restore
The tone of languid nature. |
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| Nor sword nor spear the stripling took, / But chose a pebble from the brook. |
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| Now let us sing, Long live the king, / And Gilpin, long live he; / And when he next doth ride abroad, / May I be there to see! |
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| Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And, while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful ev |
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| O for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more |
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| O solitude, where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. |
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| O, popular applause! what heart of man is proof against thy sweet, seducing charms? |
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| Oh for a closer walk with God, / A calm and heavenly frame; / A light to shine upon the road / That leads me to the Lamb! |
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| Oh that those lips had language! Life has passed With me but roughly since I heard thee last |
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| Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore. |
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Oh! let me then at length be taught
What I am still so slow to learn;
That God is love, and changes not,
Nor knows the shadow of a turn. |
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| Oh, laugh or mourn with me the rueful jest, / A cassocked huntsman and a fiddling priest! |
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| Once more I would adopt the graver style - a teacher should be sparing of his smile. |
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