This living hand, now warm and capable
Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold
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Fill for me a brimming bowl
And in it let me drown my soul:
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Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
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As Hermes once took to his feathers light
When lulled Argus, baffled, swoon'd and slept,
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"Under the flag Of each his faction, they to bat
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'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
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* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Asleep! O sleep a little while, white pearl!
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To-night I'll have my friar -- let me think
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Where be ye going, you Devon maid?
And what have ye there i' the basket?
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God of the golden bow, And of the golden lyre,
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In drear-nighted December, Too happy, happy tree,
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Unfelt unheard, unseen, I've left my little queen,
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Old Meg she was a gipsy;
And liv'd upon the moors:
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O Blush not so! O blush not so! Or I shall think you knowing;
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One morn before me were three figures seen, I With bowed necks, and joined hands, side-faced;
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Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
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No, no! go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine;
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Think not of it, sweet one, so;-- Give it not a tear;
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Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
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In thy western halls of gold
When thou sittest in thy state,
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Physician Nature! Let my spirit blood!
O ease my heart of verse and let me rest;
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Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
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O come Georgiana! the rose is full blown, The riches of Flora are lavishly strown,
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Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that painest!
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Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear! All the house is asleep, but we know very well
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All gentle folks who owe a grudge To any living thing
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A FRAGMENT OF A TRAGEDY
ACT I.
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
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A TRAGEDY
IN FIVE ACTS
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