I am of soul and body, formed for deeds
Of high resolve; on fancy's boldest wing
There is no danger to me coz i know
What life and death is: there's not any law which
can restrain my logic; neither is it lawful
That I should stoop to any other law.
To sour unwearied, freelessly to turn
The keenest pangs to peacefulness, and taste
The joys which mingled sense and spirit yield;
Or I am formed for objectiveness and woe,
To gravel on the dunghill of my fears,
To shrink at every sound.............
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