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Now in thy splendour go before us
Spirit of England, ardent-eyed,
Enkindle this dear earth that bore
In the hour of peril purified

The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains,
Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is     for park and playground, this
Cataract for power; it lies behind us at
All docile between this ocean and the other

ET still Alcithoe perverse remains, And Bacchus still, and all his rites, disdains
Too rash, and madly bold, she bids him prove Himself a God, nor owns the son of Jove
Her sisters too unanimous agree, Faithful associates in impiety
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Pigeons shake their wings on the copper church roofout my window across the street, a bird perched on the crosssurveys the city's blue-grey clouds
Larry Rivers'll come at 10 AM and take my picture
I'm takingyour picture, pigeons
I'm...

Nothing so difficult as a
In poesy, unless perhaps the end;
For oftentimes when Pegasus seems
The race, he sprains a wing, and down we tend,

Lycidas
Thyrsis, the music of that murm'ring spring,
Is not so mournful as the strains you sing
Nor rivers winding thro' the vales below,