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Night is the mother of Councels.
Night is the mother of Councels.
Even a child is known by his doings.
Even a child is known by his doings.
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more
To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.
The weakest goes to the wall.
The weakest goes to the wall.
Let every man practise the trade which he best understands.
Let every man practise the trade which he best understands.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
And maidens call it--Love in idleness.
At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
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At night, to his own sharp fancies a prey,
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way,
Tormenting himself with his prickles.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turn'd,
Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
