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LYCIDAS.
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He knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
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Without the meed of some melodious tear.
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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble minds)
To scorn delights and live laborious days;
But the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.
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Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.
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The pilot of the Galilean lake.
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So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, with new spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
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To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.
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L'ALLEGRO.
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Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.
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Come, and trip it as you go,
On the light, fantastic toe.
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And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.
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Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.
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Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.
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