For your letter, dear [Hattie], accept my best thanks.
From all the blasts of heaven thou hast descended
From the cities where from caves

From the ends of the earth, from the ends of the earth
From the forests and highlands
From unremembered ages we

Gather, O gather

Ghosts of the dead! have I not heard your yelling
God prosper, speed, and save

Good-night? ah! no; the hour is ill

Great Spirit whom the sea of boundless thought
Guido, I would that Lapo, thou, and I

Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!.

Hail to thee, Cambria! for the unfettered wind
Hark! the owlet flaps her wing.
Hark! the owlet flaps his wings

Hast thou not seen, officious with delight

He came like a dream in the dawn of life

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He wanders, like a day-appearing dream

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Hell is a city much like London.

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Here I sit with my paper, my pen and

Her hair was brown, her sphered eyes were brown
Her voice did quiver as we parted

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my ink

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'Here lieth One whose name was writ on water

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

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How, my dear Mary,-are you

critic-bitten.

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How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner.

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I am afraid these verses will not please you, but.

I met a traveller from an antique land

I mourn Adonis dead-loveliest Adonis
I pant for the music which is divine
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo
I sate beside a sage's bed

I sate beside the Steersman then, and gazing
I sing the glorious Power with azure eyes
I stood upon a heaven-cleaving turret

I stood within the City disinterred
I weep for Adonais-he is dead! .
I went into the deserts of dim sleep
I would not be a king-enough
If gibbets, axes, confiscations, chains
If I esteemed you less, Envy would kill
If I walk in Autumn's even .

In the cave which wild weeds cover
In the sweet solitude of this calm place
Inter marmoreas Leonorae pendula colles
Is it that in some brighter sphere
Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He.
Is not to-day enough? Why do I peer
It is not blasphemy to hope that Heaven
It is the day when all the sons of God
It lieth, gazing on the midnight sky
It was a bright and cheerful afternoon

Kissing Helena, together

Let there be light! said Liberty.

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Let those who pine in pride or in revenge

Life of Life! thy lips enkindle

Lift not the painted veil which those who live

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead.
Listen, listen, Mary mine

Lo, Peter in Hell's Grosvenor Square

No, Music, thou art not the food of Love'
No trump tells thy virtues.

Nor happiness, nor majesty, nor fame

Not far from hence. From yonder pointed hill.
Now had the loophole of that dungeon, still
Now the last day of many days

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O that mine enemy had written .

O thou immortal deity

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O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line.

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O thou, who plumed with strong desire

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O universal Mother, who dost keep

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O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being
O world! O life! O time! .

Oh! take the pure gem to where southerly breezes
Oh! there are spirits of the air

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Rarely, rarely, comest thou

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Reach me that handkerchief!- My brain is hurt

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She was an aged woman; and the years

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Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou

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So we sate joyous as the morning ray

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Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command

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The stars may dissolve, and the fountain of light
The sun is set; the swallows are asleep
The sun is warm, the sky is clear

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The sun makes music as of old

The transport of a fierce and monstrous gladness
The viewless and invisible Consequence

The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth

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The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere

There late was One within whose subtle being
There was a little lawny islet

The warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing
The waters are flashing

The world is dreary

The world's great age begins anew

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There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel
These are two friends whose lives were undivided
They die-the dead return not-Misery ·

Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor toil

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