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I laid my laurel-leaf
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It does not hurt. She looked along the knife
Smiling, and watched the thick drops mix and run
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Art thou indeed among these,
Thou of the tyrannous crew,
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Between the wave-ridge and the strand
I let you forth in sight of land,
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Three times thrice hath winter's rough white wing
Crossed and curdled wells and streams with ice
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'Farewell and adieu' was the burden prevailing
Long since in the chant of a home-faring crew;
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I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden
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STATELY, kindly, lordly friend, Condescend
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ALL the bells of heaven may ring, All the birds of heaven may sing,
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SOFT, small, and sweet as sunniest flowers That bask in heavenly heat
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HER mouth is fragrant as a vine, A vine with birds in all its boughs;
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CHILD, when they say that others Have been or are like you,
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I DEATH, if thou wilt, fain would I plead with thee:
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IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
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WAS it light that spake from the darkness, or music that shone from the word,
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SORROW, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow
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JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here
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O heart of hearts, the chalice of love's fire, Hid round with flowers and all the bounty of bloom;
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I Beyond the hollow sunset, ere a star
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One, who is not, we see: but one, whom we see not, is:
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From the depth of the dreamy decline of the dawn through a notable nimbus of nebulous noonshine,
Pallid and pink as the palm of the
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I1. The clearest eyes in all the world they read
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Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through seas whence on
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Back to the flower-town, side by side, The bright&
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Kneel down, fair Love, and fill thyself with tears, Girdle 
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Let us go hence, my songs; she will not hear.
Let us go hence together without fear;
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A roundel is wrought as a ring or a starbright sphere, &nbs
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Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow, How can&nbs
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Vicisti, Galilæe I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that l
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Bird of the bitter bright grey golden morn
Scarce risen upon the dusk of dolorous years,
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