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Sweet are the rosy memories of the lips	A
That first kiss'd ours albeit they kiss no more	B
Sweet is the sight of sunset sailing ships	A
Altho' they leave us on a lonely shore	B
Sweet are familiar songs tho' Music dips	A
Her hollow shell in Thought's forlornest wells	C
And sweet tho' sad the sound of midnight bells	C
When the oped casement with the night rain drips	A
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There is a pleasure which is born of pain	D
The grave of all things hath its violet	E
Else why thro' days which never come again	F
Roams Hope with that strange longing like Regret	G
Why put the posy in the cold dead hand	H
Why plant the rose above the lonely grave	I
Why bring the corpse across the salt sea wave	I
Why deem the dead more near in native land	H
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Thy name hath been a silence in my life	J
So long it falters upon language now	K
O more to me than sister or than wife	J
Once and now nothing It is hard to know	L
That such things have been and are not and yet	G
Life loiters keeps a pulse at even measure	M
And goes upon its business and its pleasure	M
And knows not all the depths of its regret	G
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Ah could the memory cast her spots as do	N
The snake's brood theirs in spring and be once more	B
Wholly renew'd to dwell i' the time that 's new	N
With no reiterance of those pangs of yore	B
Peace peace My wild song will go wandering	O
Too wantonly down paths a private pain	D
Hath trodden bare What was it jarr'd the strain	D
Some crush'd illusion left with crumpled wing	O
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Tangled in Music's web of twin egrave d strings	P
That started that false note and crack'd the tune	Q
In its beginning Ah forgotten things	P
Stumble back strangely and the ghost of June	Q
Stands by December's fire cold cold and puts	R
The last spark out How could I sing aright	N
With those old airs haunting me all the night	N
And those old steps that sound when daylight shuts	S
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For back she comes and moves reproachfully	T
The mistress of my moods and looks bereft	N
Cruel to the last as tho' 'twere I not she	U
That did the wrong and broke the spell and left	N
Memory comfortless Away away	V
Phantoms about whose brows the bindweed clings	P
Hopeless regret In thinking of these things	P
Some men have lost their minds and others may	V
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Yet O for one deep draught in this dull hour	M
One deep deep draught of the departed time	W
O for one brief strong pulse of ancient power	M
To beat and breathe thro' all the valves of rhyme	W
Thou Memory with thy downward eyes that art	N
The cup bearer of gods pour deep and long	X
Brim all the vacant chalices of song	X
With health Droop down thine urn I hold my heart	N
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One draught of what I shall not taste again	F
Save when my brain with thy dark wine is brimm'd	N
One draught and then straight onward spite of pain	D
And spite of all things changed with gaze undimm'd	N
Love's footsteps thro' the waning Past to explore	B
Undaunted and to carve in the wan light	N
Of Hope's last outposts on Song's utmost height	N
The sad resemblance of an hour or more	B
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Midnight and love and youth and Italy	U
Love in the land where love most lovely seems	Y
Land of my love tho' I be far from thee	U
Lend for love's sake the light of thy moonbeams	Y
The spirit of thy cypress groves and all	T
Thy dark eyed beauty for a little while	T
To my desire Yet once more let her smile	T
Fall o'er me o'er me let her long hair fall	T
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Under the bless egrave d darkness unreproved	N
We were alone in that best hour of time	W
Which first reveal'd to us how much we loved	N
'Neath the thick starlight The young night sublime	W
Hung trembling o'er us At her feet I knelt	N
And gazed up from her feet into her eyes	Z
Her face was bow'd we breathed each other's sighs	Z
We did not speak not move we look'd we felt	N
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The night said not a word The breeze was dead	N
The leaf lay without whispering on the tree	U
As I lay at her feet Droop'd was her head	N
One hand in mine and one still pensively	T
Went wandering through my hair We were together	M
How Where What matter Somewhere in a dream	A2
Drifting slow drifting down a wizard stream	A2
Whither Together then what matter whither	M
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It was enough for me to clasp her hand	N
To blend with her love looks my own no more	B
Enough with thoughts like ships that cannot land	N
Blown by faint winds about a magic shore	B
To realize in each mysterious feeling	O
The droop of the warm cheek so near my own	B2
The cool white arm about my shoulder thrown	B2
Those exquisite fair feet where I was kneeling	O
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How little know they life's divinest bliss	C2
That know not to possess and yet refrain	D
Let the young Psyche roam a fleeting kiss	C2
Grasp it a few poor grains of dust remain	D
See how those floating flowers the butterflies	Z
Hover the garden thro' and take no root	N
Desire for ever hath a flying foot	N
Free pleasure comes and goes beneath the skies	Z
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Close not thy hand upon the innocent joy	D2
That trusts itself within thy reach It may	V
Or may not linger Thou canst but destroy	D2
The wing egrave d wanderer Let it go or stay	V
Love thou the rose yet leave it on its stem	E2
Think Midas starved by turning all to gold	N
Bless egrave d are those that spare and that withhold	N
Because the whole world shall be trusted them	E2
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The foolish Faun pursues the unwilling Nymph	F2
That culls her flowers beside the precipice	G2
Or dips her shining ankles in the lymph	F2
But just when she must perish or be his	H2
Heaven puts an arm out She is safe The shore	B
Gains some new fountain or the lilied lawn	I2
A rarer sort of rose but ah poor Faun	I2
To thee she shall be changed for evermore	B
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Chase not too close the fading rapture Leave	J2
To Love his long auroras slowly seen	I2
Be ready to release as to receive	J2
Deem those the nearest soul to soul between	I2
Whose lips yet lingers reverence on a sigh	K2
Judge what thy sense can reach not most thine own	I2
If once thy soul hath seized it The unknown	I2
Is life to love religion poetry	U
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The moon had set There was not any light	N
Save of the lonely legion'd watch stars pale	T
In outer air and what by fits made bright	N
Hot oleanders in a rosy vale	T
Search'd by the lamping fly whose little spark	L2
Went in and out like passion's bashful hope	M2
Meanwhile the sleepy globe began to slope	M2
A ponderous shoulder sunward thro' the dark	L2
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And the night pass'd in beauty like a dream	A2
Aloof in those dark heavens paused Destiny	U
With her last star descending in the gleam	A2
Of the cold morrow from the emptied sky	K2
The hour the distance from her old self all	T
The novelty and loneness of the place	N2
Had left a lovely awe on that fair face	N2
And all the land grew strange and magical	T
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As droops some billowy cloud to the crouch'd hill	T
Heavy with all heaven's tears for all earth's care	O2
She droop'd unto me without force or will	T
And sank upon my bosom murmuring there	O2
A woman's inarticulate passionate words	P2
O moment of all moments upon earth	Q2
O life's supreme How worth how wildly worth	Q2
Whole worlds of flame to know this world affords	R2
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What even Eternity can not restore	B
When all the ends of life take hands and meet	N
Round centres of sweet fire Ah never more	B
Ah never shall the bitter with the sweet	N
Be mingled so in the pale after years	S2
One hour of life immortal spirits possess	T2
This drains the world and leaves but weariness	G2
And parching passion and perplexing tears	U2
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Sad is it that we cannot even keep	V2
That hour to sweeten life's last toil but Youth	W2
Grasps all and leaves us and when we would weep	V2
We dare not let our tears fall lest in truth	W2
They fall upon our work which must be done	I2
And so we bind up our torn hearts from breaking	O
Our eyes from weeping and our brows from aching	O
And follow the long pathway all alone	I2

Earl Of Lytton, Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton

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