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...Chorus hymeneal. Or triumphal chant, Matched wit.h thine would be all But. an empty vaunt, — A thine wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objects...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...

...screen it from the view : Like a rose embowered In its own green leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much...kind ? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear keen joyanee Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew...

...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with thine would he all What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovcst ; hut ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking or asleep, Thou of death must deem Things more true...

...would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want. What objeets are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields,...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...

...Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain...What love of thine own kind ? What ignorance of pain ? We look before and after, And pine for what is not : Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught...

...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing...sky or plain ! What love of thine own kind ! what ignoranee of painI With thy clear keen joyonee Languor eannot be : Shadow of annoyanee Never eame near...

...thy music doth surpass. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Match'd with...happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains 1 What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain ? With thy clear...

...or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing...pain ? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be : Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest ; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety. Waking...