Pity speaks to grief More sweetly than a band of instruments.

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Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire...

Oh, the summer night Has a smile of light And she sits on a sapphire...

Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.

Half the ills we heard within our hearts are ills because we hoard them.

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that...

So mightiest powers buy deepest calms are fed, And sleep, how oft, in things that...

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes...

Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes...

There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows...

There's not a wind but whispers of thy name; And not a flow'r that grows...

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

Death is the tyrant of the imagination.

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more...

I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great sea more...

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and...

O human beauty, what a dream art thou, that we should cast our life and...

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire...

Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits on a sapphire...

All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and...

All round the room my silent servants wait, My friends in every season, bright and...

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.