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...soothes not — pleasure cannot please — Oh, who can tell, save he whose heart hath tried, And danced in triumph o'er the waters wide, The exulting sense...what cravens shun with more than zeal. And where the feehler faint— can only feel — Feel — to the rising bosom's inmost core, Its hope awaken and...

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