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For the sons of Reason see

That, ere fate consume the Pole, The false Tyrant's cheek shall be, Bloodless as his coward soul.

A portal as of shadowy adamant

A Sensitive Plant in a garden grew,
A shovel of his ashes took

A star has fallen upon the earth

*A widow bird sate mourning

A woodman whose rough heart was out of

tune

me.

Abyss of Hell! I call on thee,

Accused, do you persist in your denial?
Ah! faint are her limbs, and her footstep
is weary,

Alas, good friend, what profit can you see
*Alas! this is not what I thought life was.
All touch, all eye, all ear,

Ambition, power, and avarice, now have
hurled

Amid the desolation of a city,
Among the guests who often stayed
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying
king,-

And canst thou mock mine agony, thus
calm.

And earnest to explore within-around
And ever as he went he swept a lyre.
And if my grief should still be dearer to

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A cat in distress, .

A gentle story of two lovers young,

A glorious people vibrated again

A golden-winged Angel stood

A Hater he came and sat by a ditch,

A man who was about to hang himself,
A mighty Phantasm, half concealed
A pale dream came to a Lady fair,

And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
And many there were hurt by that strong
boy,

And Peter Bell, when he had been

And that I walk thus proudly crowned
withal

*And the green Paradise which western

waves

*And then came one of sweet and earnest
looks,

*And what is that most brief and bright

delight

And where is truth? On tombs? for such
to thee

And who feels discord now or sorrow?
Arethusa arose

Ariel to Miranda.-Take

Arise, arise, arise!

Art thou indeed for ever gone,

Art thou pale for weariness

*As a violet's gentle eye
As from an ancestral oak
As I lay asleep in Italy.

*As the moon's soft splendour
As the sunrise to the night,
At the creation of the Earth.

Away! the moor is dark beneath the
moon,

Bear witness, Erin! when thine injured

isle

Before those cruel Twins, whom at one
birth.

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Best and brightest, come away!
*Bright clouds float in heaven,

Bright wanderer, fair coquette of heaven,
Bring forth the prisoner Bastwick: let the
clerk.

Brothers between you and me.

"Buona notte, buona notte!"-Come mai
By the mossy brink,

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*Calm art thou as yon sunset! swift and

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Come hither, my sweet Rosalind.

Come, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean,
Corpses are cold in the tomb;
Could Arethuse to her forsaken urn.

Dares the lama, most fleet of the sons of
the wind,

Dar'st thou amid the varied multitude
Daughters of Jove, whose voice is melody,
Dear home, thou scene of earliest hopes
and joys,

Death is here and death is there,
Death! where is thy victory?

Do evil deeds thus quickly come to end?
Do you not hear the Aziola cry?

Eagle! why soarest thou above that tomb?
Earth, ocean, air, belovèd brotherhood!.
*Echoes we listen!

England, farewell! thou who hast been
my cradle, .

Faint with love, the Lady of the South
Fairest of the Destinies,

Fairy! the Spirit said,

*False friend, wilt thou smile or weep.

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Far, far away, O ye.

*Fear not the tyrants shall rule for ever,
*Fiend, I defy thee! with a calm, fixed
mind,

Flourishing vine, whose kindling clusters
glow

Follow to the deep wood's weeds,

For me, my friend, if not that tears did
tremble.

For my dagger is bathed in the blood of

the brave,

*For your gaping gulph and your gullet

wide.

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of the earth,

*From unremembered ages we

Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard

*From the ends of the earth, from the ends

From the forests and highlands.

Gather, O gather,

yelling

God prosper, speed, and save,

Goddess bare, and gaunt, and pale,

Good night? ah! no; the hour is ill

Grant me your patience, Gentlemen and

Boars,

Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless
thought.

Guido, I would that Lappo, thou, and I,

Hail to thee, blithe spirit!

*Hail to thee, hail to thee, Famine
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings
*Hasten and thrust,

your

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He wanders like a day-appearing dream,

*Heigho! the lark and the owl!.
Hell is a city much like London- .

Her hair was brown, her spherèd eyes

were brown,

66 Here lieth One whose name was writ on
water."

Her voice did quiver as we parted,

Here, my dear friend, is a new book for

*Here, oh, here :

Hic sinu fessum caput hospitali

His face was like a snake's-wrinkled and
loose.

Hither the sound has borne us to the
realm

*How am I changed! my hopes were once

like fire:

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Honey from silkworms who can gather,
Hopes, that swell in youthful breasts,
Horses, oxen, have a home,

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