As after noon, one summer's day,

As I in hoary winter's night stood shivering in the snow,
As it fell upon a day.

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,

A slumber did my spirit seal; .

A stately pallace built of squared bricke,

As two whose love, first foolish, widening scope,

As under cover of departing day.

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A sweet disorder in the dress

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At the midnight in the silence of the sleep-time,
Avenge, O Lord! Thy slaughtered Saints, whose bones
Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things
A wanderer is man from his birth.

Bright star! would I were steadfast as thou art

Calme was the day, and through the trembling ayre

Come, Sleep! O Sleep, the certain knot of peace, "Courage!" he said, and pointed toward the land, Cupid and my Campaspe play'd.

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Dear friend, far off, my lost desire,

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Dear love, for nothing less than thee

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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Does the road wind up-hill all the way?
Drink to me only with thine eyes,

Five years have past; five summers, with the length

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Flee fro the prees, and dwelle with sothfastnesse,

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Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,

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Get thee behind me. Even as, heavy-curled,

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Get up, get up for shame! The blooming morn

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Here, wandering long, amid these frowning fields,

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Her eyes the glowworm lend thee,

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Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be,

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How changed is here each spot man makes or fills!

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How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

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How happy is he born and taught

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How like a winter hath my absence been

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If to be absent were to be

How poor, how rich, how abject, how august
How sleep the Brave who sink to rest

How vainly men themselves amaze

I arise from dreams of thee.

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,
I cannot change, as others do,

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

If poisonous minerals, and if that tree

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I have had playmates, I have had companions,

I have lived long enough, having seen one thing, that love hath an end;

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I long to talk with some old lover's ghost.

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I met a traveller from an antique land.

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In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,

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In lowly dale, fast by a river's side

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In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour

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I sent for Ratcliffe; was so ill,

In the merry month of May,

In this little urn is laid .

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

Iphigeneia, when she heard her doom

I said-Then, dearest, since 'tis so,

I saw Eternity the other night,

Is there for honest poverty.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife,

I struck the board, and cry'd "No more! .

It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,

It is an ancient Mariner

It little profits that an idle king,

It was a dismal and a fearful night,

It was a summer evening,

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Leave me, O Love, which reachest but to dust;
Let me not to the marriage of true minds.
Like to a silkworm of one year,
Little lamb, who made thee?

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Live in these conquering leaves: live all the same;
Look in my face; my name is Might-have-been;
Lords, knights, and 'squires, the numerous band,
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell.

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Love bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Love in my bosom, like a bee,

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Lo! where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,

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Lyke as a ship, that through the ocean wyde,