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While every gasp with sobs he drew,
The laboring stag strained full in view.
The Lady of the Lake—SIR WALTER SCOTT

The man who rode on the horse performed the whip and an
instrument made of steel alone with strong ardor not diminishing,
for, being tired from the time passed with hard labor overworked
with anger and ignorant with weariness, while every breath for labor
he drew with cries full of sorrow, the young deer made imperfect
who worked hard filtered in sight.

To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language. For his gayer hours
She has a smile and eloquence of beauty,
And she steals into his darker musings
With a mild and gentle sympathy that steals
Away their sharpness ere be is aware.
Thanatopsis—WM. CULLEN BRYANT

The man who loves his nature he holds connections with his form in
a visible manner; he speaks a different language for his lively hours.
Nature has a glad voice and smile and beauty. He goes into his
darker musings with a mild and healing sympathy and not with a
sorrowful feeling that steals away their sharpness before he is aware
of it.
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To him she speaks the love of nature and of various languages, and
she smiles with healing sympathy and steals away his gayer hours
and eloquence of beauty that steals away their sharpness before he
knows of it.

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