“That flesh is grass is now as clear as day,
To any but the merest purblind pup,
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“Who hath not felt that breath in the air,
A perfume and freshness strange and rare,
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I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
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One more Unfortunate
Weary of breath
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It is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
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O saw ye not fair Ines?
She’s gone into the West,
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It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
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She stood breast-high amid the corn,
Clasp’d by the golden light of morn,
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A lake and a fairy boat
To sail in the moonlight clear, -
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I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turned by the sun;
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'Twas in the prime of summer-time
An evening calm and cool,
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The world is with me, and its many cares,
Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears
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She was a woman peerless in her station,
With household virtues wedded to her name;
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I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
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Along the Woodford road there comes a noise
Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise
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Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold
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The sun was slumbering in the West,
My daily labors past;
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Some sigh for this and that,
My wishes don't go far;
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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——Methought I saw Life swiftly treading over endless space;
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"By the North Pole, I do challenge thee!" From "Love's Labour's Lost."
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"Coming events cast their shadow before."
I had a vision in the summer light—
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"O breathe not his name!"—Moore.
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"On the east coast, towards Tunis, the Moors still preserve the key of their ancestors' houses in Spain; to which country they still exp
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"Up with me!—up with me into the sky!" WORDSWORTH, from "On a Lark."
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A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown’
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A poor old king, with sorrow for my crown, Throned upon straw, and mantled with the wind—
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A spade! a rake! a hoe! A pickaxe, or a bill!
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A WANDERER, Wilson, from my native land,
Remote, O Rae, from godliness and thee,
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