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...sweets grown common lose their dear delight. 1 ' Prcvent'st : ' by anticipation hiuderest. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. CUT. Alack ! what poverty my Muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...

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...But that wild music burthens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...

...thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which stake against the cold Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the...thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadcth in the west, Which, by-and-by, black night doth take away, — Death's second self, that seals...

...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight : Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue. Because I would not dull you with my song. cm. Alack ! what poverty my Muse brings forth ; That, having such a scope to show her pride. The argument,...

...But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue, Because I would not dull you with my song. GIII. Alack ! what poverty my muse brings forth, That having such a scope to show her pride, The argument,...

...That time of year thou mayst in me behold, When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang." Malone quoted the lines correctly, but Mr. Singer varies so much from the true text that we conclude,...

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