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Tower’d cities please us then, And the busy hum of men.
It is not good for man to be alone. Hitherto all things [
Law can discover sin, but not remove, Save by those shadowy expiations weak.
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head, And every flower that sad embroidery wears.
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.
A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius
Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.
Hate is of all things the mightiest divider, nay, is division itself.
Hope elevates, and joy Brightens his crest.
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