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the china dustless, the keen knife-blades bright,
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was in cremona's workshops made,
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an honest tongue may drop a harmless hint.
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you shall not find the sons of atreus here,
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to intercept the sunshine and your face.
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playmates' glad symphony.
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her lion-port, her awe-commanding face,
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my father’s sister started when she caught
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how you sprang! how you threw off the costumes of peace with indifferent hand;
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these fly to the heavens--their course never ends,
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not in the close successive rattle
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a man in the wars delighting, blind-eyed through right and wrong:
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--so they feast in the hall of atli, and that eve is the first of the seven.
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i turned, and saw behind me surge
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to turnus only second in the grace
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on winter afternoons,
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their heads, distilling gore, his chariot grace.
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let sophists give the lie, hearts droop, and courtiers play the worm,
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they say that 'time assuages,' --
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the story of a spavined steed;
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swifter far than happy night,
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around my will to link it with her own,
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in the worst of his poems are mines of rich matter,
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upon sea-beaten cape,
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by a great master of the past,
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counts his nectars -- enters,
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all over the vale below.
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while with thy childlike faith we lean
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and to the tender heart and brave
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a wagon, overarched with evergreen,
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upon her sister dear,
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"before god, sir, i vow, when you are gone,
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“acca, ’tis past! he swims before my sight,
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east, west, north, south, are his domain.
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with the earls of the goths about her: so queenly did she seem,
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with spring’s delicious trouble in the ground
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they are fastened well, nom d'un chien!
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the fraud of priests, the wrong of law,
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"a quick consumption, that no art could cure!
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around thy place of slumber glowing!
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love works at the centre,
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obliterate the etchings
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of nature's gold and mints it.
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shall dwindle, shall blend,
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and leaves the world to darkness and to me.
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a story of the days of old,
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he bent and kissed her head, warm, shining, soft,
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and she passed out between the blessed things,
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"how to observe" is what thy pages show,
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that satraps would have shivered at his frown,
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dey kin talk from hyeah to yandah,
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by his sacrifice, foreknown
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first, he mused what the animal substance or herb is
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harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
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three banks in three degrees the sailors bore;
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and that unrest which men miscall delight,
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and friendship's tenderest sympathy
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her eye proclaims her of the briton line:
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in a dell mid lawny hills,
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that thou should'st smile again?"--the evening came,
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eliab this occasion seized,
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and changing like a poet's rhymes,
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my breast was calm as summer's sea
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oblivion's blankness claims
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when your rights was our wrongs, john,
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godminster chimes
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nothin' to du but watch my shadder's trace
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mere raft of stone;
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a spirit, neither here nor there,
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tormented by the quickened blood of roots,
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and then, to go to sleep;
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with passionate longing burning,
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where the cloudy hangings waver and the flickering shadows fall,
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were i once more the lover
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even while we gaze, though it awhile avail
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well, i guess i looked at that hand
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a man may see the moon so, in a pond,
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ah, soul of mine! so brave and wise
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the oriole in the elm; the noisy jay,
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left the torn human heart, their food and dwelling-place.
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once upon a time, i lay
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still is my heart and vacant is my breath--
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with sharp turns weaving
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flew to and fro,
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here on the cliff beneath the oleanders
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his pass to the majestical far shore.
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and virtue's bright image, enstamped on the mind,
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then he said "amarant"; and the damsel drew
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inexorable death; and claims his right.
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trailing, wrecked, it came to land,
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... and call to him.
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how seen? how known? as through your glass
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(so thick they crowd), 'tis hardly seen.
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we were content to show,
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young childhood, with a moisten'd eye,
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dead among the shouting people,
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on their tracks his eyes were fastened,
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darling, the merciful father
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bird that from the nadir's floor
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to touch such goodness with a grimy palm.
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