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A GLORIOUS people vibrated again
Alas! good friend, what profit can you see
And like a dying lady, lean and pale.
A pale dream came to a Lady fair
A portal as of shadowy adamant
Arethusa arose

Ariel to Miranda. - Take

Arise, arise, arise! . .

Art thou pale for weariness.

A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew

Away! the moor is dark beneath the moon
Before those cruel Twins, whom at one birth.
Best and brightest, come away!

Camelions feed on light and air
Come, be happy!-sit by me
Death is here and death is there
"Do you not hear the Aziola cry?"
Earth, ocean, air, beloved brotherhood!

Far, far away, O ye.

From the forests and highlands

"Here lieth One whose name was writ on water

I arise from dreams of thee.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers

I dreamed that, as I wandered by the way

I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden

I loved-alas! our life is love

I met a traveller from an antique land
I pant for the music which is divine.
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
I stood within the city disinterred
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky

It was a bright and cheerful afternoon
I weep for Adonais - he is dead!

Lift not the painted veil which those who live

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead.

Listen, listen, Mary mine

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Madonna, wherefore hast thou sent to me.
Many a green isle needs must be .

Mine eyes were dim with tears unshed
Music, when soft voices die.

My lost William, thou in whom

Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame
Now the last day of many days
Oh, world! oh, life! oh, time!

O Mary dear, that you were here.
One word is too often profaned
Orphan hours, the year is dead
O! there are spirits of the air

O thou, who plumed with strong desire

O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
Palace-roof of cloudless nights!

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know

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Rarely, rarely, comest thou.
Rough wind, that moanest loud
Sacred Goddess, Mother Earth
She left me at the silent time
Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain
Summer was dead, and autumn was expiring
Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one
Swifter far than summer's flight
Swiftly walk over the western wave.
Tell me, thou star, whose wings of light

That time is dead for ever, child.

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The golden gates of Sleep unbar .
The keen stars were twinkling.
The odour from the flower is gone

The pale, the cold, and the moony smile

There late was One within whose subtle being
There was a little lawny islet

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The rose that drinks the fountain dew

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The sun is set; the swallows are asleep
The sun is warm, the sky is clear.

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing.
The waters are flashing

The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere

They die

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the dead return not - Misery.

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Thou art fair, and few are fairer . .

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Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die

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Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?

Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one
Wilt thou forget the happy hours. .
Ye hasten to the dead! What seek ye there
Yet look on me — take not thine eyes away

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