Quote #19

Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew. In quiet she reposes: Ah! would that I did too.

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  3. We, in some unknown Power's employ, Move on a rigorous line; Can neither, when we will, enjoy, Nor, when we will, resign.
  4. How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! Again - thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain!
  5. Ah! two desires toss about The poet's feverish blood; One drives him to the world without, And one to solitude.
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  8. I am past thirty, and three parts iced over.

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