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and glance securely round.
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so that ye for them are made
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of course throw monstrous shadows: those who think
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he who plays with old iagoo
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“why won’t the farm next to it do for you?”
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on which an army once did feast,
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their country free and joyous--
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o sun-hint that hath overspread
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the mad briareus of disunion rise,
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like your nest,
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leading downward to the river,
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a tyrian colony; the people made
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can storied urn or animated bust:
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but she spake: "bid hither gunnar, lest the sun sink o'er the bent,
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despised am i by those who call'd me friend
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the days pass over me
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knowing this, that never yet
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no, i won't be seein' nobody in the mornin',
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the crack as of her splitting. did she take
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i see them torn by gallic guns,
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thou feel'st it burning, in and in,--and fear
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your paynim heroes faster ride
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but all of them are bad enough
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_you_ took to follerin' where the prophets beckoned,
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godminster? is it fancy's play?
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so that my stern resolve was almost gone.
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meekly in the eternal footsteps trod,
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all along down "injin crik?"
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look down the shining peaks of all my days
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the wood giant
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tinkle, tinkle, sweetly it sung to us,
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has it become to thee a labyrinth never ending,
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on her changed world of ruin, waste and wrack,
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then along the river strand,
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these are the tales, or new or old,
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for her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
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like morning glory
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the quavering thunder thereupon had ceas'd,
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to men below,
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they had not set there. who had set it there?
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kneeling ne'er spoiled silk stockings; quit thy state;
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sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned,
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shine knightly star and plume of snow?
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he said; and while he spoke, with flying speed
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from earth, with the waters of pain.
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sent by an hand unseen;
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till after-poets only knew
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to his aid the strong reverses
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and leave the words unspoken i yet have will to speak."
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the tablet telling where he "fell on sleep,"--
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is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strange.
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so there on an eve is sigurd in the ancient niblung hall,
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good ringers, pull your best," quoth he.
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to gather weeds in the regardless stream.
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and the lure of what is called heaven is little or nothing to me.
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me up like that. 'essence de la valliere'--
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but when i read of the brotherhood of lovers, how it was with them;
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all these were round my steady paces.
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fearless but weary to thy arms i creep;
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those cobweb nerves he could not dull within.
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with dews of tropic morning wet,
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here those that in the rapid course delight,
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‘received that cheque.’ but you!... i send you funds
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and never be forgot in mighty rome
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fooled with your promises,
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thy mission to a world of woe.
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attend your brother to the stygian flood.”
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less often man--the harder of the two.
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shining and shouting each to each that place),
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and call that brilliant flower the painted cup.
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a privilege, i think,
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our frowning foemen of the night
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of sainthood in purple the pattern and pick,
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and bright in heaven's jewelled crown
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when, dreadful to behold, from sea we spied
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halcyons of memory,
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hale as the morn and happy as her song.
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and catered for it as the cretan bees
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some moment, nailed on sorrow's cross,
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and in the air, her new voice luting soft,
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with sincerest conviction their chairs to the shore;
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my prayer away i threw;
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an old smoaked blanket arches oer his head,
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the sundown's golden trail?
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far, far away, o ye
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our saxon tongue has known,--
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“the nymph, who scatters flaming fires around,
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thus farr to try thee, adam, i was pleas'd,
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swifter far than youth's delight--
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all autumn pil'd, though spring and autumn here
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for 'twas e'en as a great god's slaying, and they feared the wrath of the sky;
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but heaven in thy creation did decree,
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and i've been like that silly girl.
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burns in thee, child?--what good can thee betide,
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skins of otter, lynx, and ermine,
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to make a body curse.
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no, no, you have dismiss'd me; and i go
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and full of wonder, full of hope as he.
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were murmuring on the stifling air
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how poor these pallid phrases seem,
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