Farewell, too little and too lately known,
Whom I began to think and call my own;
For sure our souls were near ally'd; and thine...
Child of distress, who meet’st the bitter scorn
Of fellow-men to happier prospects born,
Doomed Art and Nature’s various stores to see...
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today...
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade
'Tis just that some return be made;...
Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye, ...
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