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Hear the voice of the Bard, / Who present, past, and future, sees; …
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Nem jobb gyönyörre kelni fel, / Mint űzni éjen át? …
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Never seek to tell thy love, / Love that never told can be; …
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"Hol a hazád, mondd, madár! / s este milyen tanya vár? …
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A flower was offered to me, / Such a flower as May never bore; …
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The sun descending in the west, / The evening star does shine; …
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Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, …
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I laid me down upon a bank, / Where Love lay sleeping; …
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Little Lamb, who made thee? / Dost thou know who made thee? …
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My mother bore me in the southern wild, / And I am black, but O, my soul is white! …
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Piping down the valleys wild, / Piping songs of pleasant glee, …
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Tiger, tiger, burning bright / In the forests of the night, …
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O THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down / Through the clear windows of the morning, turn …
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Whether on Ida's shady brow / Or in the chambers of the East, …