The New Golden Treasury of English VerseEdward Leeson |
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... pain the passage have , That makes frail flesh to fear the bitter wave ? Is not short pain well borne , that brings long ease , And lays the soul to sleep in quiet grave ? Sleep after toil , port after stormy seas , Ease after war ...
... pain the passage have , That makes frail flesh to fear the bitter wave ? Is not short pain well borne , that brings long ease , And lays the soul to sleep in quiet grave ? Sleep after toil , port after stormy seas , Ease after war ...
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... pain ; The long - remembered beggar was his guest , Whose beard descending swept his agèd breast ; The ruined spendthrift , now no longer proud , Claimed kindred there and had his claims allowed ; The broken soldier , kindly bade to ...
... pain ; The long - remembered beggar was his guest , Whose beard descending swept his agèd breast ; The ruined spendthrift , now no longer proud , Claimed kindred there and had his claims allowed ; The broken soldier , kindly bade to ...
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... pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals ...
... pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety . Waking or asleep , Thou of death must deem Things more true and deep Than we mortals ...
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