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A GLORIOUS People vibrated again

Alas! good friend, what profit can you see
And like a dying lady, lean and pale.
A pale dream came to a Lady fair
A portal as of shadowy adamant
Arethusa arose

Ariel to Miranda. - Take

Arise, arise, arise! . .

Art thou pale for weariness.

A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew

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Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon

Before those cruel Twins, whom at one birth.

Best and brightest, come away!

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"Here lieth One whose name was writ on water"

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Her voice did quiver as we parted

Honey from slaverns who can gather.

How wonder is Death..

I anse from dreams of thee.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting lowers

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden

I loved-alas! cure is love

I met a traveller from an antique land
I pant for the music which is divine.

I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
I stood within the city disinterred
It Beth, gazing on the midnight sky

It was a bright and cheerful afternoon

I weep for Adonais-be is dead!

Lift not the painted vell which those who live
Like the ghost of a dear friend dead.
Listen, listen, Mary mine

Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me.
Many a green isle needs must be .
Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed
Music, when soft voices die..
My lost William, thou in whom
Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame
Now the last day of many days
Oh, world! oh, life! oh, time!
O Mary dear, that you were here.
One word is too often profaned
Orphan hours, the year is dead
O! there are spirits of the air

O thou, who plumed with strong desire

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being

Palace-roof of cloudless nights! . .

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know

Rarely, rarely, comest thou.
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth
She left me at the silent time
Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain
Summer was dead, and autumn was expiring
Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one
Swifter far than summer's flight

Swiftly walk over the western wave .
Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light
That time is dead for ever, child.

The awful shadow of some unseen Power.

The billows on the beach are leaping around it
The cold earth slept below. .
The everlasting universe of things

The fiery mountains answer each other
The flower that smiles to-day

The fountains mingle with the river

The golden gates of Sleep unbar
The keen stars were twinkling.
The odour from the flower is gone

The pale, the cold, and the moony smile
There late was One within whose subtle being
There was a little lawny islet

The rose that drinks the fountain dew

The serpent is shut out from paradise
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
The sun is set; the swallows are asleep
The sun is warm, the sky is clear.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing
The waters are flashing

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere

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They die the dead return not — Misery.

Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon

We meet not as we parted

We strew these opiate flowers.

What! alive and so bold, oh earth? .

When passion's trance is overpast

When the lamp is shattered.

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Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?
Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one
Wilt thou forget the happy hours. . .
Ye hasten to the dead! What seek ye there
Yet look on me take not thine eyes away

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