THE happiness that man, whilst prison'd here,
Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,--
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WHEN I was still a youthful wight,
So full of enjoyment and merry,
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PASSION brings reason--who can pacify
An anguish'd heart whose loss hath been so great?
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THE remembrance of the Good
Keep us ever glad in mood.
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When man had ceased to utter his lament,
A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow.
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ONCE more, then, much-wept shadow, thou dost dare
Boldly to face the day's clear light,
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HAPPY art thou, darling insect,
Who, upon the trees' tall branches,
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EV'RY youth for love's sweet portion sighs,
Ev'ry maiden sighs to win man's love;
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ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,--
In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it,
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Do I see a contest yonder?
See I miracles or pastimes?
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FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress,
But soon found I that her door was fasten'd.
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OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden,
Tell me what great sin have I committed,
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WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to?
Who would pity me that heard my sorrows?
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IN the deepest nights of Winter
To the Muses kind oft cried I:
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'MIDST the noise of merriment and glee,
'Midst full many a sorrow, many a care,
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THERE'S no menagerie, I vow,
Excels my Lily's at this minute;
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'NEATH the shadow
Of these bushes,
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NOBLE be man,
Helpful and good!
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COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus,
With clouds of mist,
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How, in the light of morning,
Round me thou glowest,
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WHEN the primeval
All-holy Father
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IN search of prey once raised his pinions
An eaglet;
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MANY a day and night my bark stood ready laden;
Waiting fav'ring winds, I sat with true friends round me,
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HASTEN thee, Kronos!
On with clattering trot
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He whom thou ne'er leavest, Genius,
Feels no dread within his heart
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LIKE the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
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SAY, which Immortal
Merits the highest reward?
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THE soul of man
Resembleth water:
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THOU go'st! I murmur--
Go! let me murmur.
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BE void of feeling!
A heart that soon is stirr'd,
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