It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are stripped, long ere the course begin,
We wish that one should love, the other win;
And one especially do we affect
Of two gold ingots, like in each respect:
The reason no man...
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I ne'er was struck before that hour My face turned pale, a deadly pale. |
The snow had begun in the gloaming, Every pine and fir and hemlock |
When youth was lord of my unchallenged fate, And I remember how one galleon rare... |
This is a breath of summer wind Poet, shall this be all thy word? |
A poet writ a song of May “Oh, little song of purity, ... |
Holy of England! since my light is short |
My little one begins his feet to try, |
“oh dear! is Summer over?” “Oh, why did Summer leave me, ... |
Translated by Charles Timothy Brooks TO most people who have leisure |