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I	A
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'Twas in that mellow season of the year	B
When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves	C
Till they be gold and with a broader sphere	B
The Moon looks down on Ceres and her sheaves	C
When more abundantly the spider weaves	C
And the cold wind breathes from a chillier clime	D
That forth I fared on one of those still eves	C
Touch'd with the dewy sadness of the time	D
To think how the bright months had spent their prime	D
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II	A
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So that wherever I address'd my way	E
I seem'd to track the melancholy feet	F
Of him that is the Father of Decay	E
And spoils at once the sour weed and the sweet	F
Wherefore regretfully I made retreat	F
To some unwasted regions of my brain	G
Charm'd with the light of summer and the heat	F
And bade that bounteous season bloom again	H
And sprout fresh flowers in mine own domain	G
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III	A
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It was a shady and sequester'd scene	I
Like those famed gardens of Boccaccio	C
Planted with his own laurels evergreen	I
And roses that for endless summer blow	J
And there were fountain springs to overflow	J
Their marble basins and cool green arcades	C
Of tall o'erarching sycamores to throw	J
Athwart the dappled path their dancing shades	C
With timid coneys cropping the green blades	C
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IV	-
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And there were crystal pools peopled with fish	K
Argent and gold and some of Tyrian skin	L
Some crimson barr'd and ever at a wish	K
They rose obsequious till the wave grew thin	L
As glass upon their backs and then dived in	L
Quenching their ardent scales in watery gloom	D
Whilst others with fresh hues row'd forth to win	L
My changeable regard for so we doom	D
Things born of thought to vanish or to bloom	D
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And there were many birds of many dyes	C
From tree to tree still faring to and fro	J
And stately peacocks with their splendid eyes	C
And gorgeous pheasants with their golden glow	J
Like Iris just bedabbled in her bow	M
Beside some vocalists without a name	D
That oft on fairy errands come and go	J
With accents magical and all were tame	D
And peckled at my hand where'er I came	D
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VI	-
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And for my sylvan company in lieu	N
Of Pampinea with her lively peers	C
Sate Queen Titania with her pretty crew	N
All in their liveries quaint with elfin gears	C
For she was gracious to my childish years	C
And made me free of her enchanted round	O
Wherefore this dreamy scene she still endears	C
And plants her court upon a verdant mound	O
Fenced with umbrageous woods and groves profound	O
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VII	-
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'Ah me ' she cries 'was ever moonlight seen	I
So clear and tender for our midnight trips	C
Go some one forth and with a trump convene	I
My lieges all ' Away the goblin skips	C
A pace or two apart and deftly strips	C
The ruddy skin from a sweet rose's cheek	P
Then blows the shuddering leaf between his lips	C
Making it utter forth a shrill small shriek	P
Like a fray'd bird in the gray owlet's beak	P
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VIII	-
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And lo upon my fix'd delighted ken	H
Appear'd the loyal Fays Some by degrees	C
Crept from the primrose buds that open'd then	H
Ana some from bell shaped blossoms like the bees	C
Some from the dewy meads and rushy leas	C
Flew up like chafers when the rustics pass	C
Some from the rivers others from tall trees	C
Dropp'd like shed blossoms silent to the grass	C
Spirits and elfins small of every class	C
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IX	C
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Peri and Pixy and quaint Puck the Antic	Q
Brought Robin Goodfellow that merry swain	G
And stealthy Mab queen of old realms romantic	Q
Came too from distance in her tiny wain	G
Fresh dripping from a cloud some bloomy rain	G
Then circling the bright Moon had wash'd her car	R
And still bedew'd it with a various stain	G
Lastly came Ariel shooting from a star	R
Who bears all fairy embassies afar	R
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X	C
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But Oberon that night elsewhere exiled	S
Was absent whether some distemper'd spleen	I
Kept him and his fair mate unreconciled	S
Or warfare with the Gnome whose race had been	L
Sometime obnoxious kept him from his queen	I
And made her now peruse the starry skies	C
Prophetical with such an absent mien	I
Howbeit the tears stole often to her eyes	C
And oft the Moon was incensed with her sighs	C
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XI	C
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Which made the elves sport drearily and soon	T
Their hushing dances languish'd to a stand	U
Like midnight leaves when as the Zephyrs swoon	T
All on their drooping stems they sink unfann'd	U
So into silence droop'd the fairy band	U
To see their empress dear so pale and still	V
Crowding her softly round on either hand	U
As pale as frosty snowdrops and as chill	V
To whom the sceptred dame reveals her ill	V
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XII	C
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'Alas ' quoth she 'ye know our fairy lives	C
Are leased upon the fickle faith of men	H
Not measured out against Fate's mortal knives	C
Like human gosamers we perish when	H
We fade and are forgot in worldly kens	C
Though poesy has thus prolong'd our date	U
Thanks be to the sweet Bard's auspicious pen	H
That rescued us so long howbeit of late	U
I feel some dark misgivings of our fate '	-
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XIII	C
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'And this dull day my melancholy sleep	W
Hath been so thronged with images of woe	J
That even now I cannot choose but weep	W
To think this was some sad prophetic show	J
Of future horror to befall us so	J
Of mortal wreck and uttermost distress	C
Yea our poor empire's fall and overthrow	J
For this was my long vision's dreadful stress	C
And when I waked my trouble was not less '	-
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XIV	-
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'Whenever to the clouds I tried to seek	P
Such leaden weight dragg'd these Icarian wings	C
My faithless wand was wavering and weak	P
And slimy toads had trespass'd in our rings	C
The birds refused to sing for me all things	C
Disown'd their old allegiance to our spells	C
The rude bees prick'd me with their rebel stings	C
And when I pass'd the valley lily's bells	C
Rang out methought most melancholy knells '	-
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XV	-
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'And ever on the faint and flagging air	X
A doleful spirit with a dreary note	U
Cried in my fearful ear 'Prepare prepare '	-
Which soon I knew came from a raven's throat	U
Perch'd on a cypress bough not far remote	U
A cursed bird too crafty to be shot	U
That alway cometh with his soot black coat	U
To make hearts dreary for he is a blot	U
Upon the book of life as well ye wot '	-
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XVI	-
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'Wherefore some while I bribed him to be mute	U
With bitter acorns stuffing his foul maw	D
Which barely I appeased when some fresh bruit	U
Startled me all aheap and soon I saw	D
The horridest shape that ever raised my awe	Y
A monstrous giant very huge and tall	Z
Such as in elder times devoid of law	D
With wicked might grieved the primeval ball	Z
And this was sure the deadliest of them all '	-
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XVII	-
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'Gaunt was he as a wolf of Languedoc	P
With bloody jaws and frost upon his crown	A2
So from his barren poll one hoary lock	P
Over his wrinkled front fell far adown	A2
Well nigh to where his frosty brows did frown	A2
Like jagged icicles at cottage eaves	C
And for his coronal he wore some brown	A2
And bristled ears gather'd from Ceres' sheaves	C
Entwined with certain sere and russet leaves '	-
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XVIII	-
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'And lo upon a mast rear'd far aloft	U
He bore a very bright and crescent blade	U
The which he waved so dreadfully and oft	U
In meditative spite that sore dismay'd	U
I crept into an acorn cup for shade	U
Meanwhile the horrid effigy went by	-
I trow his look was dreadful for it made	U
The trembling birds betake them to the sky	-
For every leaf was lifted by his sigh '	-
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XIX	C
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'And ever as he sigh'd his foggy breath	B2
Blurr'd out the landscape like a flight of smoke	P
Thence knew I this was either dreary Death	B2
Or Time who leads all creatures to his stroke	P
Ah wretched me ' Here even as she spoke	P
The melancholy Shape came gliding in	A2
And lean'd his back against an antique oak	P
Folding his wings that were so fine and thin	A2
They scarce were seen against the Dryad's skin	A2
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XX	C
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Then what a fear seized all the little rout	U
Look how a flock of	-