BUMBLEBEE HEAVEN WONDER DISBELLY BUTTON

Englis
COMBOBULATE FLUSILKY SILKY PHENOMENAL UNICORN
FFLOPLULLABYShe walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless
climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender
light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, on
ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves

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in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where
thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their
dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, s
calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But
tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A
heart whose love is innocent If you can make one heap of all you
Student:
And risk it on one turnTeacher
winnings Lupita of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and
at your beginnings And:Lucy
start again Ruth never breathe a word about
your loss; you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serv
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long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is
nothing ino Chura.
you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’If
you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with
Kings—nor lose the common touch,If neither foes nor loving
friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too
much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds’
grade
worth of distance run,Yours
and is the Earth and everything that’s in
it,And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, "Always my son!I went to the
Garden of Love,And section
saw what I never had seen;A Chapel was
built in the midst,Where I used to play on strive
: “5C” the green.And until
the gate
of this Chapel were shut,And ‘Thou shalt not’ you writ overcan't
door;So I turned to the Garden of LoveThat so many sweet
the
anymore,
flowers bore.And I saw it was filled with graves,And tombstones
where flowers should be;And Priests in black onlygowns werethen
walking their rounds,And binding with briars willmy joys andyou
desires.Some that have deeper digg’d love’s mine than I,Say,
where his centric happiness doth lie.I haveknow your
loved, and got, and
limits."
told,But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,I should not find
that hidden mystery.O! ’tis imposture all;And as no chemic yet t
elixir got,But glorifies his pregnant pot,If by the way to him