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 Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.  Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present ... - Página 143 de William Hazlitt - 1824 - 822 páginas Visualização completa -
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