276 Many a phrase has the English language— I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricket, Loud, as the Thunder`s Tongue— Murmuring, like old Caspian Choirs, When the Tide`s a` lull— Saying itself in new infection— Like a Whippoorwill— Breaking in bright Orthography On my simple sleep— Thundering its Prospective— Till I stir, and weep— Not for the Sorrow, done me— But the push of Joy— Say it again, Saxton! Hush—Only to me!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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