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  • The Seasons: Summer
    From brightening fields of ether fair-disclos'd,
    Child of the sun, refulgent Summer comes,
    In pride of youth, and felt through nature's depth:
    He comes, attended by the sultry Hours ...
  • Rule, Britannia!
    When Britain first, at Heaven's command,
    Arose from out the azure main,
    This was the charter of the land,
    And guardian angels sung this strain ...
  • The Lord Of The Castle Of Indolence

    NOR did we lack our own right royal king,
    The glory of our peaceful realm and race. ...
  • The Doom Of A City
    FROM out the house I crept,
    The house which long had caged my homeless life:
    The mighty City in vast silence slept, ...
  • On à?olus's Harp
    Ethereal race, inhabitants of air,
    Who hymn your god amid the secret grove;
    Ye unseen beings, to my harp repair,
    And raise majestic strains, or melt in love. ...
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Love 70 I Love You 70 Heart 63 Soul 56 Life 53 Heaven 48 Deep 45 Away 43 Sweet 43 Light 42

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  • Slovakspectator: "what people observe now is that, rather than delivering justice, the system is delivering get-out-of-jail-free cards to its mates," james thomson writes in the opinion section.
  • Juliusqueezer: thinking about the james r thomson center which is unbearably hot in the summer and unbearably cold in the winter because they cut corners on construction and didn't spring for insulated windows. good job illinois
  • James_2904: the bridge at nijmegen and the john s thomson bridge.
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Robert Browning Poem
From 'Pauline'
 by Robert Browning

O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims?
What would I have? What is this -sleep-, which seems
To bound all? can there be a -waking- point
Of crowning life? The soul would never rule-
It would be first in all things-it would have
Its utmost pleasure filled,-but that complete
Commanding for commanding sickens it.
The last point I can trace is, rest beneath

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