A primrose by a river's brim A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more.
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Sweet Mercy to the gates of heaven This minstrel lead, his sins forgiven The rueful conflict, the heart riven With vain endeavour, And memory of Earth's bitter leaven Effaced forever.William Wordsworth
As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie; Couched on the bald top of an eminence.
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A perfect woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command.
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No human ear shall ever hear me speak; No human dwelling ever give me food, Or sleep, or rest but, over waste and wild, In search of nothing, that this earth can give, But expiation, will I wander on --A Man by pain and thought compelled to live, Yet loathing life -- till anger is appeased; In Heaven, and Mercy gives me leave to die.
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Provoke; The years to bring the inevitable yoke.
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Spires whose 'silent finger points to heaven.'
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