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- Lo! in the paintedoriel of the West,
Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,13 lines - This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,
Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;56 lines, 2 comments - Southward with fleet of ice
Sailed the corsair Death;54 lines - The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;
The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!14 lines - We sat within the farm-house old,
Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,59 lines - How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves,
Close by the street of this fair seaport town,85 lines - In the long, sleepless watches of the night,
A gentle face — the face of one long dead —13 lines, 1 comment - Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;99 lines, 2 comments - Somewhat back from the village street
Stands the old-fashioned countr79 lines, 2 comments - When the summer fields are mown,
When the birds are fledged and flown,14 lines, 15 comments - Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,94 lines - With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas,
We sailed for the Hesperides,19 lines - "Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
Who, with thy hollow breast179 lines, 3 comments - Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.314 lines - In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands
Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands.77 lines - Half of my life is gone, and I have let
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled13 lines
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