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Page 21 - As I lay asleep in Italy There came a voice from over the Sea, And with great power it forth led me To walk in the visions of Poesy.
Page 22 - All were fat; and well they might Be in admirable plight, For one by one, and two by two, He tossed them human hearts to chew Which from his wide cloak he drew.
Page 102 - What a picture does this line suggest of the mind as a wilderness of intricate paths, wide as the universe, which is here made its symbol; a world within a world which he who seeks some knowledge with respect to what he ought to do searches throughout, as he would search the external universe for some valued thing which was hidden from him upon its surface.
Page 46 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many - they are few.
Page 159 - GOOD night? ah! no; the hour is ill Which severs those it should unite ; Let us remain together still, Then it will be good night. How can I call the lone night good, Though thy sweet wishes wing its flight ? Be it not said, thought, understood, Then it will be good night.
Page 47 - Tis to be a slave in soul And to hold no strong control Over your own wills, but be All that others make of ye.
Page 79 - I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers...
Page 112 - He hath put down the mighty from their seat : and hath exalted the humble and meek.