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...not individual, advancement. Alas ! could I but recall " The time when, though my path was rough, The joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes...the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness; When hope grew round me like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage, not my own, seemed mine:" I...

...but recall " The time when, though my path was rough, The joy within me dallied with distress, Ana all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness ; When hope grew round me like the twining vine, And fruits and foliage, not my own, seemed mine :"...

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