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'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
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'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parched with heat,
And it hath long'd to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,
To cool the thirsty tree.
The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.
The miller sees not all the water that goes by his mill.
A flatterer has water in one hand and fire in the other.
A flatterer has water in one hand and fire in the other.
The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.
The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, tears, or the sea.
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
Stones are hollowed out by the constant dropping of water.
How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
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How dear to this heart are the scenes of my childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view.
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The old oaken bucket, the iron-bound bucket,
The moss-covered bucket, which hung in the well.
Pouring oil on troubled water.
Pouring oil on troubled water.
O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
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O Lord! methought what pain it was to drown!
What dreadful noise of waters in mine ears!
What sights of ugly death within mine eyes!
Methoughts I saw a thousand fearful wracks;
A thousand men that fishes gnawed upon;
Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl,
Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels,
All scatt'red in the bottom of the sea:
Some lay in dead men's skulls, and in the holes
Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept
(As 'twere in scorn of eyes) reflecting gems,
That wooed the slimy bottom of the deep
And mocked the dead bones that lay scatt'red by.
