No man e'er panted for a mortal love. j
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o all have set my hea\aer grief above ; These things which liappen. Rightly have they done : <I, who still saw the horizontal sunHeave his broad shoulder o'er tlie edge of the world,Out-facing Lucifer, and then liad hurl'dMy spear aloft, as signal for tlie chase —I, who, for very sport of heart, would raceWith my own steed from Araby ; pluck downA vulture from his towery perching ; fi'owu ; A lion into growling, loth retire —To lose, at once, all my toil-breeding fire.And sink tlius low ! but I will ease my breastOf secret grief, here in this bowery nest i ** This river does not see the naked sky,Till it begins to progress silverlyAround me western border of Uie wood,Whence, from a certain spot, its winding flood |
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