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Quote #108
In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
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I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow.
Children of the future Age Reading this indignant page, Know that in a former time Love! sweet Love! was thought a crime.
My mother groan'd! my father wept. Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud: Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Cruelty has a human heart, And Jealousy a human face; Terror the human form divine, And Secrecy the human dress.
Pity would be no more If we did not make somebody Poor; And Mercy no more could be If all were as happy as we.
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright in the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
But most, thro' midnight streets I hear How the youthful Harlot's curse Blasts the new born Infant's tear, And blights with plagues the Mar…
In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire?
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