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...is too like despair For prudence to smother, And Pity from thee more dear, Than that from another. I can give not what men call love. But wilt thou accept...night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? MUSIC. I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst...

...Pity from thee more dear, Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt them accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the...night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow i MUSIC. I PAST for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst...

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...And Pily from thee more dear Than lhal from another. I can givo not what men call love ; But \vilt hough one blind man could not move without stumbling,...which instantly turned to terror— for as he sta From the sphere of our sorrow Î MUSIC. I PANT for the music which ¡я divine, My heart in il« thinst...

...hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept...night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? LOVE'S PHILOSOPHY. THE fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers...

...I leave England for ever." CHAPTER XII. But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts ahove, And the Heavens reject not, The desire of the moth...night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow ? PB SHELLEY. IT was not with a light heart — for I loved Glanville...

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