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Nella stagion che 'l ciel rapido inchina	A
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NIGHT BRINGS REPOSE TO OTHERS BUT NOT TO HIM	B
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In that still season when the rapid sun	A
Drives down the west and daylight flies to greet	C
Nations that haply wait his kindling flame	D
In some strange land alone her weary feet	C
The time worn pilgrim finds with toil fordone	A
Yet but the more speeds on her languid frame	D
Her solitude the same	D
When night has closed around	E
Yet has the wanderer found	E
A deep though short forgetfulness at last	F
Of every woe and every labour past	F
But ah my grief that with each moment grows	G
As fast and yet more fast	F
Day urges on is heaviest at its close	H
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When Phoebus rolls his everlasting wheels	I
To give night room and from encircling wood	J
Broader and broader yet descends the shade	K
The labourer arms him for his evening trade	K
And all the weight his burthen'd heart conceals	I
Lightens with glad discourse or descant rude	L
Then spreads his board with food	L
Such as the forest hoar	M
To our first fathers bore	M
By us disdain'd yet praised in hall and bower	N
But let who will the cup of joyance pour	M
I never knew I will not say of mirth	O
But of repose an hour	N
When Phoebus leaves and stars salute the earth	O
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Yon shepherd when the mighty star of day	P
He sees descending to its western bed	Q
And the wide Orient all with shade embrown'd	Q
Takes his old crook and from the fountain head	Q
Green mead and beechen bower pursues his way	P
Calling with welcome voice his flocks around	Q
Then far from human sound	Q
Some desert cave he strows	I
With leaves and verdant boughs	I
And lays him down without a thought to sleep	R
Ah cruel Love then dost thou bid me keep	R
My idle chase the airy steps pursuing	S
Of her I ever weep	R
Who flies me still my endless toil renewing	S
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E'en the rude seaman in some cave confined	Q
Pillows his head as daylight quits the scene	A
On the hard deck with vilest mat o'erspread	Q
And when the Sun in orient wave serene	A
Bathes his resplendent front and leaves behind	Q
Those antique pillars of his boundless bed	Q
Forgetfulness has shed	Q
O'er man and beast and flower	N
Her mild restoring power	N
But my determined grief finds no repose	I
And every day but aggravates the woes	I
Of that remorseless flood that ten long years	I
Flowing yet ever flows	I
Nor know I what can check its ceaseless tears	I
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MERIVALE	T
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What time towards the western skies	I
The sun with parting radiance flies	I
And other climes gilds with expected light	Q
Some aged pilgrim dame who strays	I
Alone fatigued through pathless ways	I
Hastens her step and dreads the approach of night	Q
Then the day's journey o'er she'll steep	R
Her sense awhile in grateful sleep	R
Forgetting all the pain and peril past	Q
But I alas find no repose	I
Each sun to me brings added woes	I
While light's eternal orb rolls from us fast	Q
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When the sun's wheels no longer glow	T
And hills their lengthen'd shadows throw	T
The hind collects his tools and carols gay	P
Then spreads his board with frugal fare	U
Such as those homely acorns were	N
Which all revere yet casting them away	P
Let those who pleasure can enjoy	V
In cheerfulness their hours employ	V
While I of all earth's wretches most unblest	Q
Whether the sun fierce darts his beams	I
Whether the moon more mildly gleams	I
Taste no delight no momentary rest	Q
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When the swain views the star of day	Q
Quench in the pillowing waves its ray	Q
And scatter darkness o'er the eastern skies	I
Rising his custom'd crook he takes	I
The beech wood fountain plain forsakes	I
As calmly homeward with his flock he hies	I
Remote from man then on his bed	Q
In cot or cave with fresh leaves spread	Q
He courts soft slumber and suspense from care	U
While thou fell Love bidst me pursue	I
That voice those footsteps which subdue	I
My soul yet movest not th' obdurate fair	U
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Lock'd in some bay to taste repose	I
On the hard deck the sailor throws	I
His coarse garb o'er him when the car of light	Q
Granada with Marocco leaves	I
The Pillars famed Iberia's waves	I
And the world's hush'd and all its race in night	Q
But never will my sorrows cease	I
Successive days their sum increase	I
Though just ten annual suns have mark'd my pain	A
Say to this bosom's poignant grief	W
Who shall administer relief	W
Say who at length shall free me from my chain	A
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And since there's comfort in the strain	A
I see at eve along each plain	A
And furrow'd hill the unyoked team return	A
Why at that hour will no one stay	Q
My sighs or bear my yoke away	Q
Why bathed in tears must I unceasing mourn	A
Wretch that I was to fix my sight	Q
First on that face with such delight	Q
Till on my thought its charms were strong imprest	Q
Which force shall not efface nor art	Q
Ere from this frame my soul dispart	Q
Nor know I then if passion's votaries rest	Q
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O hasty strain devoid of worth	O
Sad as the bard who brought thee forth	X
Show not thyself be with the world at strife	Y
From nook to nook indulge thy grief	W
While thy lorn parent seeks relief	W
Nursing that amorous flame which feeds his life	Y
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NOTT	Q

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