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Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now."
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"When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is solitude."
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The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place.
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"Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types and symbols of Eternity, Of first, and last, and midst, and without end."
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"The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket."
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