Back again, back again!
We are passing back again;
We are ceasing to be men!
Without the strife
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Dream no more that grief and pain
Could such hearts as ours enchain,
Safe from loss and safe from gain,
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Thou pleasant Island, whose rich garden--shores
Have had a long--lived fame of loveliness,
Recorded in the historic song, that framed
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This was a fortress, firm and stout,
When there was battling round about,--
It has been deckt in gala--plight,
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Thou didst not slight with vain and partial scorn
The inspirations of our nature's youth,
Knowing that Beauty, wheresoe'er 'tis born,
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No parleying with themselves, no pausing thought
Of worse or better consequence, was there,
Their business was to do what Spartans ought,
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A pleasant mean of joy and wonder fills
The trave'ller's mind, beside this secret stream,
That flows from lake to lake beneath the hills,
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Where Delphi's consecrated pass
Boeotia's misty region faces,
Rises a tomb--like stony mass
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When along the light ripple the far serenade
Has accosted the ear of each passionate maid,
She may open the window that looks on the stream,--
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Well, I will tell you, kind adviser,
Why thus I ever roam
In distant lands, nor wish to guide
My footsteps to the fair hill--side
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