Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death.
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The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
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The troublesome and modern bondage of rhyming.
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Some natural tears they dropp'd, but wip'd them soon The world was all before them, where to choose Their place of rest, and Providence their guide. They hand in hand, with wand'ring steps and slow, Through Eden took their solitary way.
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A little onward lend thy guiding hand To these dark steps, a little further on.
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The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he awhile Thought him still speaking, still stood fix'd to hear.
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