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'Tis human fortune's happiest height to be	A
A spirit melodious lucid poised and whole	B
Second in order of felicity	A
I hold it to have walk'd with such a soul	B
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The statue Buonarroti said doth wait	C
Thrall'd in the block for me to emancipate	C
The poem saith the poet wanders free	A
Till I betray it to captivity	A
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To keep in sight Perfection and adore	D
The vision is the artist's best delight	E
His bitterest pang that he can ne'er do more	D
Than keep her long'd for loveliness in sight	E
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If Nature be a phantasm as thou say'st	F
A splendid fiction and prodigious dream	G
To reach the real and true I'll make no haste	H
More than content with worlds that only seem	G
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The Poet gathers fruit from every tree	A
Yea grapes from thorns and figs from thistles he	A
Pluck'd by his hand the basest weed that grows	I
Towers to a lily reddens to a rose	I
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Brook from whose bridge the wandering idler peers	J
To watch thy small fish dart or cool floor shine	K
I would that bridge whose arches all are years	J
Spann'd not a less transparent wave than thine	K
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To Art we go as to a well athirst	H
And see our shadow 'gainst its mimic skies	L
But in its depth must plunge and be immersed	H
To clasp the naiad Truth where low she lies	L
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In youth the artist voweth lover's vows	M
To Art in manhood maketh her his spouse	N
Well if her charms yet hold for him such joy	O
As when he craved some boon and she was coy	O
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Immured in sense with fivefold bonds confined	H
Rest we content if whispers from the stars	P
In waftings of the incalculable wind	H
Come blown at midnight through our prison bars	P
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Love like a bird hath perch'd upon a spray	Q
For thee and me to hearken what he sings	R
Contented he forgets to fly away	Q
But hush remind not Eros of his wings	R
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Think not thy wisdom can illume away	Q
The ancient tanglement of night and day	Q
Enough to acknowledge both and both revere	S
They see not clearliest who see all things clear	S
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In mid whirl of the dance of Time ye start	H
Start at the cold touch of Eternity	H
And cast your cloaks about you and depart	H
The minstrels pause not in their minstrelsy	R
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The beasts in field are glad and have not wit	H
To know why leapt their hearts when springtime shone	T
Man looks at his own bliss considers it	H
Weighs it with curious fingers and 'tis gone	U
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Momentous to himself as I to me	H
Hath each man been that ever woman bore	D
Once in a lightning flash of sympathy	H
I felt this truth an instant and no more	D
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The gods man makes he breaks proclaims them each	V
Immortal and himself outlives them all	W
But whom he set not up he cannot reach	V
To shake His cloud dark sun bright pedestal	X
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The children romp within the graveyard's pale	Y
The lark sings o'er a madhouse or a gaol	Y
Such nice antitheses of perfect poise	R
Chance in her curious rhetoric employs	R
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Our lithe thoughts gambol close to God's abyss	R
Children whose home is by the precipice	R
Fear not thy little ones shall o'er it fall	Y
Solid though viewless is the girdling wall	Y
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Lives there whom pain hath evermore pass'd by	Z
And Sorrow shunn'd with an averted eye	Z
Him do thou pity him above the rest	H
Him of all hapless mortals most unbless'd	H
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Say what thou wilt the young are happy never	A2
Give me bless'd Age beyond the fire and fever	A2
Past the delight that shatters hope that stings	R
And eager flutt'ring of life's ignorant wings	R
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Onward the chariot of the Untarrying moves	R
Nor day divulges him nor night conceals	R
Thou hear'st the echo of unreturning hooves	R
And thunder of irrevocable wheels	R
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A deft musician does the breeze become	B2
Whenever an olian harp it finds	R
Hornpipe and hurdygurdy both are dumb	B2
Unto the most musicianly of winds	R
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I follow Beauty of her train am I	Z
Beauty whose voice is earth and sea and air	C2
Who serveth and her hands for all things ply	Z
Who reigneth and her throne is everywhere	C2
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Toiling and yearning 'tis man's doom to see	H
No perfect creature fashion'd of his hands	R
Insulted by a flower's immaculacy	R
And mock'd at by the flawless stars he stands	R
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For metaphors of man we search the skies	R
And find our allegory in all the air	C2
We gaze on Nature with Narcissus eyes	R
Enamour'd of our shadow everywhere	C2
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One music maketh its occult abode	H
In all things scatter'd from great Beauty's hand	H
And evermore the deepest words of God	H
Are yet the easiest to understand	H
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Enough of mournful melodies my lute	H
Be henceforth joyous or be henceforth mute	H
Song's breath is wasted when it does but fan	D2
The smouldering infelicity of man	D2
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I pluck'd this flower O brighter flower for thee	H
There where the river dies into the sea	H
To kiss it the wild west wind hath made free	H
Kiss it thyself and give it back to me	H
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To be as this old elm full loth were I	Z
That shakes in the autumn storm its palsied head	H
Hewn by the weird last woodman let me lie	Z
Ere the path rustle with my foliage shed	H
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Ah vain thrice vain in the end thy hate and rage	E2
And the shrill tempest of thy clamorous page	E2
True poets but transcendent lovers be	H
And one great love confession poesy	H
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His rhymes the poet flings at all men's feet	H
And whoso will may trample on his rhymes	H
Should Time let die a song that's true and sweet	H
The singer's loss were more than match'd by Time's	H
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On Longfellow's Death	F2
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No puissant singer he whose silence grieves	H
To day the great West's tender heart and strong	G2
No singer vast of voice yet one who leaves	H
His native air the sweeter for his song	G2
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Byron The Voluptuary	H
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Too avid of earth's bliss he was of those	H
Whom Delight flies because they give her chase	H
Only the odour of her wild hair blows	H
Back in their faces hungering for her face	H
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Antony At Actium	H
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He holds a dubious balance yet that scale	Y
Whose freight the world is surely shall prevail	Y
No Cleopatra droppeth into this	H
One counterpoising orient sultry kiss	H
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Art	H
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The thousand painful steps at last are trod	H
At last the temple's difficult door we win	H2
But perfect on his pedestal the god	H
Freezes us hopeless when we enter in	H2
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Keats	H
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He dwelt with the bright gods of elder time	H
On earth and in their cloudy haunts above	I2
He loved them and in recompense sublime	H
The gods alas gave him their fatal love	I2
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After Reading 'Tamburlaine The Great'	H
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Your Marlowe's page I close my Shakspere's ope	J2
How welcome after gong and cymbal's din	H2
The continuity the long slow slope	J2
And vast curves of the gradual violin	H2
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Shelley And Harriet Westbrook	K2
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A star look'd down from heaven and loved a flower	H
Grown in earth's garden loved it for an hour	H
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Let eyes that trace his orbit in the spheres	H
Refuse not to a ruin'd rosebud tears	H
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The Play Of 'King Lear'	H
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Here Love the slain with Love the slayer lies	H
Deep drown'd are both in the same sunless pool	Y
Up from its depths that mirror thundering skies	H
Bubbles the wan mirth of the mirthless Fool	Y
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To A Poet	H
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Time the extortioner from richest beauty	H
Takes heavy toll and wrings rapacious duty	H
Austere of feature if thou carve thy rhyme	H
Perchance 'twill pay the lesser tax to Time	H
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The Year's Minstrelsy	H
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Spring the low prelude of a lordlier song	G2
Summer a music without hint of death	F2
Autumn a cadence lingeringly long	G2
Winter a pause the Minstrel Year takes breath	F2
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The Ruined Abbey	H
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Flower fondled clasp'd in ivy's close caress	H
It seems allied with Nature yet apart	H
Of wood's and wave	L2