Music, when soft voices die.

My coursers are fed with the lightning
My dearest Mary, wherefore hast thou gone
My faint spirit was sitting in the light
My head is heavy, my limbs are weary
My head is wild with weeping for a grief
My lost William, thou in whom .

My Song, I fear that thou wilt find but few
My soul is an enchanted boat

My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim
My thoughts arise and fade in solitude
My wings are folded o'er mine ears

Night, with all thine eyes look down!
Night! with all thine eyes look down!

No access to the Duke! You have not said

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

O pillow cold and wet with tears!

O mighty mind, in whose deep stream this age

O Slavery! thou frost of the world's prime

O that a chariot of cloud were mine!.

O that mine enemy had written.

O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line.
O thou immortal deity

O thou, who plumed with strong

O universal Mother, who dost keep

desire

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

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Offspring of Jove, Calliope, once more

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Oh! did you observe the black Canon pass.

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

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Rarely, rarely, comest thou

Reach me that handkerchief!- My brain is hurt

Returning from its daily quest, my Spirit.

Rome has fallen, ye see it lying

Rough wind, that moanest loud

She saw me not-she heard me not alone.

She was an agèd woman; and the years

Silence! Oh, well are Death and Sleep and Thou

Silver key of the fountain of tears

Sing, Muse, the son of Maia and of Jove

Sleep, sleep on! forget thy pain

So now my summer task is ended, Mary
So we sate joyous as the morning ray

Stern, stern is the voice of fate's fearful command
Such hope, as is the sick despair of good
Such was Zonoras; and as daylight finds
Summer was dead and Autumn was expiring
Sweet Spirit! Sister of that orphan one

Sweet star, which gleaming o'er the darksome scene
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task.
Swifter far than summer's flight
Swiftly walk o'er the western wave

Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light
That matter of the murder is hushed up
That night we anchored in a woody bay
That time is dead for ever, child!

The awful shadow of some unseen Power
The babe is at peace within the womb

The billows on the beach are leaping around it
The cold earth slept below

The curtain of the Universe.

The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie
The spider spreads her webs, whether she be
The starlight smile of children, the sweet looks

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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

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

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The voice of the Spirits of Air and of Earth

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

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The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere

520

The world is now our dwelling-place

There late was One within whose subtle being

The world is dreary

The world's great age begins anew

Then weave the web of the mystic measure
There is a voice, not understood by all
There is a warm and gentle atmosphere

There was a little lawny islet

There was a youth, who, as with toil and travel

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These are two friends whose lives were undivided
They die the dead return not-Misery
Those whom nor power, nor lying faith, nor

Thou art fair, and few are fairer.
Thou art the wine whose drunkenness is all
Thou living light that in thy rainbow hues.
Thou supreme Goddess! by whose power divine.
Thou wert not, Cassius, and thou couldst not be.
Thou wert the morning star among the living
Thrice three hundred thousand years.
Thus to be lost and thus to sink and die
Thy beauty hangs around thee like
Thy country's curse is on thee, darkest crest
Thy dewy looks sink in my breast
Thy little footsteps on the sands.
Thy look of love has power to calm

"Tis midnight now-athwart the murky air.
"Tis the terror of tempest. The rags of the sail
To me this world 's a dreary blank

To the deep, to the deep

To thirst and find no fill-to wail and wander
Tremble, Kings despised of man

"Twas at the season when the Earth upsprings
"Twas at this season that Prince Athanase

"Twas dead of the night, when I sat in my dwelling
"Twas dead of the night when I sate in my dwelling

Unfathomable Sea! whose waves are years
Unrisen splendour of the brightest sun

What Mary is when she a little smiles .

What men gain fairly-that they should possess.

'What think you the dead are?

What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's lonely slumber

What was the shriek that struck Fancy's ear

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When soft winds and sunny skies.

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When the lamp is shattered.

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When the last hope of trampled France had failed

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When winds that move not its calm surface sweep
Where art thou, beloved To-morrow?

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Where man's profane and tainting hand

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Whose is the love that gleaming through the world

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Why is it said thou canst not live

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Wild, pale, and wonder-stricken, even as one

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Wilt thou forget the happy hours

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Within a cavern of man's trackless spirit
Worlds on worlds are rolling ever
Would I were the wingèd cloud .

Ye congregated powers of heaven, who share
Ye Dorian woods and waves, lament aloud
Ye gentle visitations of calm thought.
Ye hasten to the grave! What seek ye there
Ye who intelligent the Third Heaven move.
Ye wild-eyed Muses, sing the Twins of Jove
Yes! all is past-swift time has fled away
Yes, often when the eyes are cold and dry
Yet look on me-take not thine eyes away
You said that spirits spoke, but it was thee
Your call was as a winged car

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