Beautiful star with the crimson lips
And flagrant daffodil hair,
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O well for him who lives at ease
With garnered gold in wide domain,
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O singer of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
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TWO crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone
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OFT have we trod the vales of Castaly
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Go little book, To him who, on a lute with horns of pearl,
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IS it thy will that I should wax and wane,
&nb
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AT VERONA.
HOW steep the stairs within Kings' houses
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To that gaunt House of Art which lacks for naught
Of all the great things men have saved from Time,
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SET in this stormy Northern sea,
&nb
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Was this His coming! I had hoped to see
A scene of wondrous glory, as was told
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Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
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Version II
He did not wear his scarlet coat,
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I am weary of lying within the chase
When the knights are meeting in market-place.
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THE oleander on the wall
&nbs
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AS one who poring on a Grecian urn
&nb
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I have no store
Of gryphon-guarded gold;
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A RING of gold and a milk-white dove
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HE was a Grecian lad, who coming home
With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily
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The seasons send their ruin as they go,
For in the spring the narciss shows its head
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O goat-foot God of Arcady!
This modern world is grey and old,
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COME down, O Christ, and help me! reach thy hand,
For I am drowning in a stormier sea
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The silver trumpets rang across the Dome: The people knelt upon the ground with awe:
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(FOR MUSIC.)
THE apple trees are hung w
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The silent room, the heavy creeping shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
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Sweet, I blame you not, for mine the fault was, had I not been made of common
clay
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In the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the throstle sings!
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The sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
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To drift with every passion till my soul
Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play,
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THE wild bee reels from bough to bough
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