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Never morn broke clear as those On the dim clustered isles in the blue sea, The deep groves, and white temples, and wet caves.
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Sun-treader, weaving soul and sense into a radiant vesture
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did much to sustain him; Plato's more explicit and systematic idealism gave him for a while a stronger assurance. But disillusion broke in:
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Suddenly, without heart-wreck I awoke; I said, 'twas beautiful, yet but a dream, and so adieu to it! Then the passionate restlessness of his nature stings him forth afresh. He steeps himself in the concrete vitality of things, lives in imagination through
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immerses himself in all that is most beautiful and intense in Nature, so fulfilling, it might seem, his passionate craving to
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My soul saddens when it looks beyond: I cannot be immortal, taste all joy;