Quote #5

They sniffed, poor things, for their green fields, They cried so loud I could not sleep: For fifty thousand shillings down I would not sail again with sheep.

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  1. Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life when it is kissing Death.
  2. Sweet Stay-at-Home, sweet Well-content, Thou knowest of no strange continent; Thou hast not felt thy bosom keep A gentle motion with the de…
  3. From my own kind I only learn How foolish comfort is
  4. What sweet, what happy days had I, When dreams made Time Eternity!
  5. The collier's wife had four tall sons Brought from the pit's mouth dead, And crushed from foot to head
  6. It was the Rainbow gave thee birth, And left thee all her lovely hues
  7. Autumn grows old: he, like some simple one, In Summer's castaway is strangely clad
  8. Go you and, with such glorious hues, Live with proud peacocks in green parks

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