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Till taught by pain,
Men really know not what good water's worth;
If you had been in read more
Till taught by pain,
Men really know not what good water's worth;
If you had been in Turkey or in Spain,
Or with a famish'd boat's-crew had your berth,
Or in the desert heard the camel's bell,
You'd wish yourself where Truth is--in a well.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
The rising world of waters dark and deep.
How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my read more
How sweet from the green mossy brim to receive it,
As, poised on the curb, it inclined to my lips!
Not a full blushing goblet could tempt me to leave it,
The brightest that beauty or revelry sips.
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
The sky broke like an egg into full sunset and the water caught fire.
Reuben, thou art my firstborn, my might, and the beginnings of my
strength, the excellency of dignity, and the read more
Reuben, thou art my firstborn, my might, and the beginnings of my
strength, the excellency of dignity, and the excellency of power:
Unstable as water, thou shalt not excel; because thou wentest up
to thy father's bed; then defiledst thou it: he went up to my
couch.
Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity,
The adorner and refresher read more
Water is the mother of the vine,
The nurse and fountain of fecundity,
The adorner and refresher of the world.
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd read more
'Tis a little thing
To give a cup of water; yet its draught
Of cool refreshment, drain'd by fever'd lips,
May give a shock of pleasure to the frame
More exquisite than when nectarean juice
Renews the life of joy in happiest hours.
Pouring oil on troubled water.
Pouring oil on troubled water.
'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
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'Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parched with heat,
And it hath long'd to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,
To cool the thirsty tree.