Chill and mirk is the nightly blast,
Where Pindus' mountains rise,
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There is a mystic thread of life
So dearly wreath'd with mine alone,
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Strahan, Tonson, Lintot of the times,
Patron and publisher of rhymes,
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Dear Doctor, I have read your play,
Which is a good one in its way,
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To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
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When coldness wraps this suffering clay,
Ah! whither strays the immortal mind?
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Adieu, adieu! my native shore
Fades o'ver the waters blue;
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Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story;
The days of our youth are the days of our glory;
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If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears;
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The wild gazelle on Judah's hills,
Exulting yet may bound,
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On Jordan's banks the Arab's camels stray,
On Sion's hill the False One's votaries pray,
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Thy days are done, thy fame begun;
Thy country's strains record
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Francisca walks in the shadow of night,
But it is not to gaze on the heavenly light --
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Who killed John Keats?
'I,' says the Quarterly,
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Great Jove, to whose almighty throne Both gods and mortals homage pay,
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Oh! my lonely--lonely--lonely--Pillow! Where is my lover? where is my lover?
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Could Love for ever Run like a river,
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I.
My boat is on the shore,
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I. My sister! my sweet sister! if a name
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I. As the Liberty lads o'er the sea
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Beneath Blessington's eyes The reclaimed Paradise
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'And Ireland, like a bastinadoed elephant, kneeling to receive the paltry rider.'~Curran.
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'Away, away, your fleeting arts
May now betray some simpler hearts;
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'But if any old lady, knight, priest or physician Should condemn me for printing a second edition;
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'Expends Annibalem:--quot libras in duce summo
Invenies?~JUVENAL., Sat. X.
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'Hic est, quem legis, ille, quern requiris, Tota notus in orbe Martialis,' &c.
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'I cannot but remember such things were, And were most dear to me.'
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'I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew!
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers'~Shakespeare
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'I lay my branch of laurel down. Then thus to form Apollo's crown.
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'It is the voice of years that are gone! they roll before me with all their deeds.'~OSSIAN
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