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Charm'd with the foolish whistling of a name.
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Hence, ye profane! I hate ye all, Both the great vulgar and the small.
Words that weep and tears that speak.
God the first garden made, and the first city Cain.
We griev'd, we sigh'd, we wept; we never blush'd before.
The fairest garden in her looks, And in her mind the wisest books.
Thus would I double my life's fading space; For he that runs it well, runs twice his race.
Let but thy wicked men from out thee go, And all the fools that crowd thee so, Even thou, who dost thy millions boast, A village less than …
Awake, awake, my Lyre! And tell thy silent master's humble tale In sounds that may prevail; Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire: Though so …
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