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...nor disenchanted of their power. " And oh ! ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Think not of any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might. * * * * The innocent brightness of a newbom day Is lovely yet ¡ The clouds that gather round the setting...

...years that bring the philosophic mind. 11. And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Think not of any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts...relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly...

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...suffering ; In the faith that looks through death,— In years that bring the philosophic mind. And O, ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Forebode...relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks, which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly...

...suffering ; In the faith that looks through death,— In years that bring the philosophic mind. And O, ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves. Forebode...relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks, which down their channels fret. Even more than when I tripped lightly...

...years that bring the philosophic mind. X. And O ye fountains, meadows, hills, and groves, Think not of any severing of our loves ! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; 1 only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual «way. I love the brooks which...

...looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind. And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hill, and Groves", Forebode not any severing of our loves...relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly...