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![]() And the rich came not to woo -- But honored well are charms to sell If priests the selling do. |
![]() And makes his pulses fly, To catch the thrill of a happy voice And the light of a pleasant eye. |
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![]() The month of leaves and roses, When pleasant sights salute the eyes, And pleasant scents the noses. |
![]() Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears! Not for him who has died full of honor and years! Not for him who ascended Fame's ladder so high: From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky. |
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