![]() Thus calmly spoke the venerable Sage, "An active Principle." |
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![]() Of servile opportunity to gold. |
![]() A yellow primrose was to him, And it was nothing more. |
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![]() The very pulse of the machine. |
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![]() Of that which once was great, is passed away. |
![]() Do his weak ankles swell. |
![]() Worked with a dim and undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being. |
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