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The groves were God’s first temples. Ere man learned / To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, …
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Oh, deem not they are blest alone / Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep; …
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El sol de Mayo envuelve en esplendores / Prado y selva, de nuevo floreciente; …
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o thou great Movement of the Universe, / Or Change, or Flight of Time—for ye are one! …
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No sólo en yermo llano, / Ni allá en selvoso apartamiento esquivo, …
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Sleep, motley, with the great of ancient days, / Who wrote for all the years that yet shall be! …
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I gazed upon the glorious sky / And the green mountains round, …
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Je parlais, je parlais, j’allais parler toujours, / Quand sur mon front sentis quelque chose d’étrange, …
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Murmurando á la contina / Sopla alada ventolina, …
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On woodlands ruddy with autumn / The amber sunshine lies; …
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O fairest of the rural maids! / Thy birth was in the forest shades; …
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[1861] / lay down the axe, fling by the spade; …
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Merrily swinging on brier and weed, / Near to the nest of his little dame, …
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OUR 1 band is few, but true and tried, / Our leader frank and bold; …
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To him who in the love of Nature holds / Communion with her visible forms, she speaks …
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Here are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarlëd pines, / That stream with gray-green mosses, here the ground …
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Once this soft turf, this rivulet ’s sands, / Were trampled by a hurrying crowd, …
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Within this lowly grave a Conqueror lies, / And yet the monument proclaims it not, …
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Let me move slowly through the street, / Filled with an ever-shifting train, …
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O thou great Wrong, that, through the slow-paced years, / Didst hold thy millions fettered, and didst wield …
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The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, / Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. …
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Spirit that breathest through my lattice, thou / That cool’st the twilight of the sultry day, …
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A mighty Hand, from an exhaustless Urn, / Pours forth the never-ending Flood of Years, …
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How shall I know thee in the sphere which keeps / The disembodied spirits of the dead, …
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Ay, this is freedom!—these pure skies / Were never stained with village smoke: …
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LORD of the winds! I feel thee nigh, / I know thy breath in the burning sky! …
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The may sun sheds an amber light / On new-leaved woods and lawns between; …
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thou unrelenting Past! / Strong are the barriers round thy dark domain, …
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come, let us plant the apple-tree. / Cleave the tough greensward with the spade …
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Stand here by my side and turn, I pray, / On the lake below thy gentle eyes; …
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whither, midst falling dew, / While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, …
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Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, / And colored with the heaven’s own blue, …
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O, Fairest of the rural maids! / Thy birth was in the forest shades; …