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They creep , yet see ; I , dark in light , exposed To daily fraud , contempt , abuse , and wrong , Within doors , or without , still as a fool , In power of others , never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live , dead more than half .
They creep , yet see ; I , dark in light , exposed To daily fraud , contempt , abuse , and wrong , Within doors , or without , still as a fool , In power of others , never in my own ; Scarce half I seem to live , dead more than half .
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Come , and trip it , as you go , On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph , sweet Liberty ; And , if I give thee honor due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with ...
Come , and trip it , as you go , On the light fantastic toe ; And in thy right hand lead with thee The mountain nymph , sweet Liberty ; And , if I give thee honor due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with ...
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... When the merry bells ring round , And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the checker'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holyday , Till the live - long daylight fail : Then ...
... When the merry bells ring round , And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the checker'd shade ; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holyday , Till the live - long daylight fail : Then ...
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