...error, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant, if one considers...death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery. That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes and odours there, In truth have never passed...

...error, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things eccm, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant, if one considers...death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery. That garden sweet, that lady fur, And all sweet shapes and odours there. In truth have never pass'd...

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...moral, we have some remarkable stanzas, two of which we quote; the whole poem is a beautiful allegory. " It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant, if one considers...death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery! That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes and odours there, In truth have never pass'd...

...terror, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant, if one considers...death, itself must be, Like all the rest a mockery. That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes, and odours there, In truth, have never passed...

...terror, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant, if one considers...death, itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery. That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes, and odours there, doctrine, nor philosophical...

...things seem, And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest ereed, and yet Pleasant, if one eonsiders it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a moekery. That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes and odours there, In truth have never...

...too much. Would any race have had the courage to start upon its way had it conceived death as real? it is a modest creed and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be LJke all the rest, a mockery. lt is a creed which springs from the very instinct of life. Two pelicans...

...terror, ignorance, and strife, Where nothing is, but all things seem, And we the shadows of the dream : It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant, if one considers...death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery. That garden sweet, that lady fair, And all sweet shapes, and odours there, In truth, haye never passed...