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The Pleasure-Boat

Come, hoist the sail, the fast let go!
  They’re seated side by side;
Wave chases wave in pleasant flow;
  The bay is fair and wide.

The ripples lightly tap the boat;
  Loose! Give her to the wind!
She shoots ahead; they’re all afloat;
  ...

Poet: Richard Henry Dana, Sr.
Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude

Now the golden Morn aloft
  Waves her dew-bespangled wing,
With vermeil cheek and whisper soft
  She woos the tardy Spring:
Till April starts, and calls around
The sleeping fragrance from the ground,
And lightly o’er the living scene
...

Poet: Thomas Gray
The Heart asks Pleasure — first —

The heart asks pleasure first,

And then, excuse from pain ;

And then, those little anodynes

That deaden suffering ;


And then, to go to sleep ;...

Poet:
There is an arid Pleasure —

There is an arid Pleasure —

As different from Joy —

As Frost is different from Dew —

Like element — are they —


Yet one — rejoices Flowers —

And one — the Flowers abhor —

The finest Honey — curdled —...

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