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yet i had rather, if I were to choose
thy service in some graver subject use
such as may make thee search thy coffers round
before thou clothe my fancy in fit sound
listening to what unshorn apollo sings
to the touch of golden wires, while hebe brings
immortal nectar to her knightly sire
then, passing through the spheres of watchful fire
and misty regions of wide air next under
and hills of snow and lofts of piled, thunder
may tell at length how green-eyed neptune raves
in heaven's defiance mustering all his waves
then sing of secret things that came to pass
when beldam nature in her cradle was
and last of kings and queens and heroes old
such as the wise demodocus once told
in solemn songs at king alcinous' feast
while sad Ulysses' soul, and all the rest
are held with his melodious harmony
in willing chains and sweet captivity
(John Milton)
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a dream [tts]
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A DREAM
by Edgar Allan Poe
1827
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream-that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night.
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
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snooze
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cautious optimism
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to the lake [tts]
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To The Lake by Edgar Allan Poe
In spring of youth it was my lot
To haunt of the wide world a spot
The which I could not love the less
So lovely was the loneliness
Of a wild lake, with black rock bound
And the tall pines that towered around
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all
And the mystic wind went by
Murmuring in melody
Then- ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake
Yet that terror was not fright
But a tremulous delight
A feeling not the jewelled mine
Could teach or bribe me to define
Nor Love although the Love were thine
Death was in that poisonous wave
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
To his lone imagining
Whose solitary soul could make
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working conditions
05:25
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