A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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Snut yon eo gently 1 Pardon me, I pray you.
I thought that all thinp had been aavage here ;
And therefore put I on the countenance
Of stem commandment. But whate'er you are,
That in thia deeert ina<:Ce!~Bible,
Under the shade of melancholy bouglul,
Lose and neglect the creepiu.g hoUl"' of time ;
If ever you have look'd on better daya;
H ever been where belle have luloll'd to church ;
If ever eat at any good man's feut;
H ever from your eyelids wiped a tear,
And know what 'tis to p ity, and be pitied;
Let gentleneae my 11trong enforcement be ;
In the which hope I bluah, and bide my sword.
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THz bleaaings which the weak and poor ean acatter
Have their own 88a8on. 'Tie a little thing
To give a cop of water ; yet ite drau§ht
or cool refreshment! drain'd by fever d lips,
May give a shock or pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Rene"''R the l ife of joy in happiest hours.
It is a litUe thing to speak a phrase
Of common comfort, "''hich by daily nee
Hae almost lost ite aenee ; yet on the e~~r
Of him who thought to die Wlmoom'd, 'twill fall
Like choiceat moeic; fill the glllzing eye
With gentle tear&; r elax the knotted band
To know the bonds of fellowship again ;
And abed on the departing aool a eeuae
More precious than the benison of frienda
About the honour'd death-bed of the rich,
To him "''ho else were lonely,-tbat anotbel'
Of the great famil1 ie near, and feels.
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