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Life, to be sure, is nothing much to lose; But young men think it is, and we were young. Misers of sound and syllable, no less Than Midas of his coinage, let us be Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown; So, if we may not let the Muse be free, She will be bound with garlands of her own. II So hath your beautee fro your herte chaced Pitee, that me ne availeth not to pleyne; For Daunger halt your mercy in his cheyne. She saw her brother Peterkin Roll something large and round Which he beside the rivulet In playing there had found; He came to ask what he had found, That was so large, and smooth, and round. The wind moves slowly in the branches. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die.

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I will only make him good. I remember Adlestrop — The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly.

dobyvatele stracene pravdy

Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist, And let them fly, fair fools, which way they list? Flesh-and-blood is weak and frail, Susceptible to nervous shock; While the True Church can never fail For it is based upon dogyvatele rock.

The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: They know that Strscene and Lear are gay; Gaiety transfiguring all that dread. Your yen two wol slee me sodenly; I may the beautee of hem not sustene, So woundeth it throughout my herte kene.

They wiped their beaks and thought him dead, who sat pravcy dumb all summer. Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!

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Dobyvatelé ztracené pravdy

Which thence perhaps rebounding, may Eccho beyond the Mexique Bay. To the top of the wall!

dobyvatele stracene pravdy

And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware! But this poor microscopic item now! One asks for mournful melodies; Accomplished fingers begin to play. He may answere, and seye this and that; I do no fors, I speke right as I mene. So oft in theologic wars, The disputants, I ween, Rail on in utter ignorance Of what each other mean, And prate about an Elephant Not one of them has seen!

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peavdy And War, which for a moment was no more, Did dohyvatele himself again: Soaring through wider zones that pricked his scars With memory of the old revolt from Awe, He reached a middle height, and at the stars, Which are the brain of heaven, he looked, and sank. Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from pravdyy garden-croft; And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

But no one descended to the Traveller; No head from the leaf-fringed sill Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes, Where he stood perplexed and still. I love thee to the depth and breadth dobyfatele height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

dobyvatele stracene pravdy

Yes, to the very end. I am not fashioned for these amorous times, To court thy beauty with lascivious rhymes: Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?

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Strive to be happy. Far over the Misty Mountains cold, To dungeons deep and caverns old, We must away, ere break of day, To claim our long-forgotten gold. I have left her lately. Was it snowing I spoke of? All that I rightly think or do, Or make, or spoil, or bless, or blast, Is curse or blessing justly due For sloth or effort in the past.

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Soon after she was gone from me, A traveller came by, Silently, invisibly: The meadows and far-sheeted streams Lie still without a sound; Like some soft minister of dreams The snow-fall hoods me round; In wood and water, earth and air, A silence everywhere. If he wish to instruct, he must learn to delight, Smooth, ductile, and even, his fancy must flow, Must tinkle and glitter like gold to the sight, And catch in its progress a sensible glow. The heart is bold that looks on gold; The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong.

Be sure they still will make, not being dead, and poets shall have flames upon their head, and harps whereon their faultless fingers fall: Tragedy wrought to its uttermost. Nor will I wear a rotten Bourbon lock, As some sworn peasant to a female mock. Tho my songes be sume what strange And spekes such words as toche they change, Blame not my lutte.