INTER marmoreas Leonorae pendula colles
Fortunata mmis Machina dicit horas.
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PEOPLE of England, ye who toil and groan,
Who reap the harvests which are not your own,
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There is a warm and gentle atmosphere About the form of one we love, and thus
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Tremble, Kings despised of man! Ye traitors to your Country,
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Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil, Nor custom, queen of many slaves, makes blind,
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The fierce beasts of the woods and wildernesses Track not the steps of him who drinks of it;
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I dreamed that Milton's spirit rose, and took From life's green tree his Uranian lute;
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The serpent is shut out from Paradise. The wounded deer must seek the herb no more
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Come, thou awakener of the spirit's ocean, Zephyr, whom to thy cloud or cave
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From the Greek of Bion. I mourn Adonis dead—loveliest Adonis--
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Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes, Waft repose to some bosom as faithful as fair,
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Ever as now with Love and Virtue's glow May thy unwithering soul not cease to burn,
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Where man's profane and tainting hand Nature’s primaeval loveliness has marred,
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Extract from Poetical Essay
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The world is now our dwelling-place; Where'er the earth one fading trace
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My thoughts arise and fade in solitude, The verse that would invest them melts away
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Honey from silkworms who can gather, Or silk from the yellow bee?
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And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee Has been my heart—and thy dead memory
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When a lover clasps his fairest, Then be our dread sport the rarest.
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Wake the serpent not—lest he Should not know the way to go,--
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Now the last day of many days, All beautiful and bright as thou,
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The season was the childhood of sweet June, Whose sunny hours from morning until noon
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Far, far away, O ye Halcyons of Memory,
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Swifter far than summer's flight-- Swifter far than youth’s delight--
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Night, with all thine eyes look down! Darkness shed its holiest dew!
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Our boat is asleep on Serchio's stream, Its sails are folded like thoughts in a dream,
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The babe is at peace within the womb; The corpse is at rest within the tomb:
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O thou immortal deity Whose throne is in the depth of human thought,
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Oh! did you observe the Black Canon pass, And did you observe his frown?
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Brothers! between you and me Whirlwinds sweep and billows roar:
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