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Unformatted text preview: So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky; And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings, That little time with lyre and rhyme To while awayforbidden things My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings....
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This note was uploaded on 06/22/2011 for the course ENG 3350 taught by Professor Staff during the Fall '09 term at Kennesaw.
- Fall '09