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True ease in writing comes from art , not chance , As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance . ' Tis not enough no harshness gives offense , The sound must seem an echo to the sense ; Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows ...
True ease in writing comes from art , not chance , As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance . ' Tis not enough no harshness gives offense , The sound must seem an echo to the sense ; Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows ...
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many a time Lake Windermere At evening , when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills , Rising or setting , would he stand alone , Beneath the trees , or by the glimmering lake ; And there , with fingers interwoven ...
many a time Lake Windermere At evening , when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills , Rising or setting , would he stand alone , Beneath the trees , or by the glimmering lake ; And there , with fingers interwoven ...
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... beautiful of pilots , Where never mortal pinnace glided , The boat of my desire is guided : Realms where the air we breathe is love , Which in the winds and on the waves doth move , Harmonizing this earth with what we feel above .
... beautiful of pilots , Where never mortal pinnace glided , The boat of my desire is guided : Realms where the air we breathe is love , Which in the winds and on the waves doth move , Harmonizing this earth with what we feel above .
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