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The fine delight that fathers thought; the
Spur, live and lancing like the blowpipe flame,
Breathes once and, quenchèd faster than it came,
Leaves yet the mind a mother of immortal song

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn't,
So I jumped in and sank.

"No water so still as thedead fountains of Versailles
" No swan,with swart blind look askanceand gondoliering legs, so fineas the chinz china one with fawn-brown eyes and toothed goldcollar on to show whose bird it was
Lodged i...

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what soul that loaves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me
Hear the quick birds, and see the landscape fill,
Nor long to utter his melodious will