Keep back the one word more, Nor give of your whole store; For, it may be, in Art’s sole hour of need, Lacking that word, you shall be poor indeed.
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Keep back the one word more, Nor give of your whole store; For, it may be, in Art’s sole hour of need, Lacking that word, you shall be poor indeed.
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An english lad, who, reading in a book, A ponderous, leathern thing set on his knee, Saw the broad violet of the Egean Sea Lap at his feet as it were village brook. Wide was the east; the gusts of morning shook; Immortal laughter beat along that shore; Pan, crouching in the reeds, piped as of...
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