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Robin Hood

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to a friend No! those days are gone awayAnd their hours are old and gray,And their minutes buried allUnder the down-trodden pallOf the leaves of many years:Many times have winter’s…

Fancy

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Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home:At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth,Like to bubbles when rain pelteth;Then let winged Fancy wanderThrough the thought still spread beyond her:Open…

Ode To A Nightingale

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My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains    My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains    One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:‘Tis not…

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

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Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,    Alone and palely loitering;The sedge is wither’d from the lake,    And no birds sing. Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,    So haggard and so woe-begone?The…

Song of the Indian Maid, from ‘Endymion’

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O SORROW!    Why dost borrow    The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?–    To give maiden blushes    To the white rose bushes?    Or is it…

Lines from Endymion

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A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:Its loviliness increases; it will neverPass into nothingness; but still will keepA bower quiet for us, and a sleepFull of sweet dreams,…

A song of opposites

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“Under the flag Of each his faction, they to battle bring Their embryon atoms.” – Milton WELCOME joy, and welcome sorrow, Lethe’s weed and Hermes’ feather; Come to-day, and come…

Ode To Psyche

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O Goddess! hear these tuneless numbers, wrung   By sweet enforcement and remembrance dear,And pardon that thy secrets should be sung   Even into thine own soft-conched ear:Surely I dreamt to-day, or…

Epistle To My Brother George

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Full many a dreary hour have I past,My brain bewildered, and my mind o’ercastWith heaviness; in seasons when I’ve thoughtNo spherey strains by me could e’er be caughtFrom the blue…