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[I wandered lonely as a Cloud]
I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills,When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden Daffodils;Beside the Lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.!-->!-->!-->…
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Every day you play
“You are here. Oh, you do not run away.You will answer me to the last cry.Curl round me as though you were frightened.Even so, a strange shadow once ran through your eyes.Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,and even your!-->!-->!-->…
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To a Friend who sent me some Roses
As late I rambled in the happy fields,What time the sky-lark shakes the tremulous dewFrom his lush clover covert;—when anewAdventurous knights take up their dinted shields:I saw the!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…
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The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone
For Fanny BrawneThe day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!Sweet voice, sweet lips, soft hand, and softer breast,Warm breath, light whisper, tender semitone,Bright eyes,!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…
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I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love
To Fanny.I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love!Merciful love that tantalises notOne-thoughted, never-wandering, guileless love,Unmask'd, and being seen—without a blot!O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…
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Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage [I stood in Venice]
I stood in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs,A palace and a prison on each hand:I saw from out the wave her structures riseAs from the stroke of the!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…
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She Walks in Beauty
I.She walks in beauty, like the nightOf cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and brightMeet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellowed to that tender lightWhich heaven to gaudy day denies.II.One shade the!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…
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If you forget me
“I want you to knowone thing.You know how this is:if I lookat the crystal moon, at the red branchof the slow autumn at my window,if I touchnear the firethe impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,everything carries me to you,as!-->!-->!-->…
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I dwell in Possibility
I dwell in Possibility–A fairer House than Prose–More numerous of Windows–Superior– for Doors–Of Chambers as the Cedars–Impregnable of Eye–And for an Everlasting RoofThe!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…
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So we’ll go no more a roving
So, we'll go no more a rovingSo late into the night,Though the heart be still as loving,And the moon be still as bright.For the sword outwears its sheath,And the!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->!-->…
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