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 | The Works of Thomas Love Peacock |  |
At Eden's gate, as ancient legends say,
The flaming sword for ever bars the way;
Not ours to taste the joys our parents shar'd,
But pitying Nature half our loss repair'd,
Our wounds to heal, our murmurs to remove,
She left mankind the Paradise of Love.
The flaming sword for ever bars the way;
Not ours to taste the joys our parents shar'd,
But pitying Nature half our loss repair'd,
Our wounds to heal, our murmurs to remove,
She left mankind the Paradise of Love.
| The Works of Thomas Love Peacock | |