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Poets by Death are conquer’d but the wit Of poets triumphs over it.
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Conquer Death Over Poet Triumph
Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!
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Build Eternity Isthmus Life Proudly Two
Does not the passage of Moses and the Israelites into the Holy Land yield incomparably more poetic variety than the voyages of Ulysses or Aeneas?
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Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.
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To th’ active Moon a quick brisk stroke he gave, To Saturn’s string a touch more sore and grave.
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To-day is ours; what do we fear? To-day is ours; we have it here. Let’s treat it kindly, that it may Wish, at least, with us to stay.
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Least May Our Sorrow Treat Wish
“We may talk what we please,” he cries in his enthusiasm for the oldest of the arts, “of lilies, and lions rampant, and spread eagles
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What shall I do to be for ever known, And make the age to come my own?
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Awake, awake, my Lyre!And tell thy silent master’s humble taleIn sounds that may prevail;Sounds that gentle thoughts inspire
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Awake Humble Inspire May Prevail Sound Talent
And I myself a Catholic will be, So far at least, great saint, to pray to thee. Hail, Bard triumphant! and some care bestow On us, the Poets militant below.
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His time’s forever, everywhere his place.
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Everywhere Forever Place Time
The present is all the ready money Fate can give.
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Fate Giving Money Present Ready
To be a husbandman, is but a retreat from the city; to be a philosopher, from the world; or rather, a retreat from the world, as it is man’s, into the world, as it is God’s.
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City Husbandman Man Philosopher Retreat World
Fill all the Glasses there; for why Should every Creature Drink but I? Why, Man of Morals, tell me why?
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Creature Drink Every Glass Man Moral Tell
The spade, the plough-share, and the rake) Arts, in most cruel wise Man’s left to epitomize!
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Enjoy the present hour, Be thankful for the past, And neither fear nor wish Th’ approaches of the last.
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Approach Being Enjoy Last Past Thankful Time

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