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I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,


I
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, — visiting This various world with as inconstant
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,--Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits w...
The awful shadow of some unseen Power Floats through unseen among us, — visiting This various world with as inconstant
As summer winds that creep from flower to flower,--Like moonbeams that behind some piny mountain shower, It visits w...

MY faint spirit was sitting in the light Of thy looks, my love; It panted for thee like the hind at noon For the brooks, my love
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight, Bore thee far from me; My heart, for my weak feet were weary...
Thy barb, whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight, Bore thee far from me; My heart, for my weak feet were weary...

I
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark—now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters-...
The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark—now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters-...

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I
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,
The sleepless Hours who watch me as I lie,
Curtained with star-inwoven tapestries,
From the broad moonlight of the sky,

Unfathomable Sea
whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep
Are brackish with the salt of human tears
whose waves are years,
Ocean of Time, whose waters of deep
Are brackish with the salt of human tears

I
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,
Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves
Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,

ST
IT:
O thou, who plumed with strong
Wouldst float above the earth, beware
IT:
O thou, who plumed with strong
Wouldst float above the earth, beware

Poet of Nature, thou hast wept to know That things depart which never may return:
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn
These common woes I feel
Childhood and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
Have fled like sweet dreams, leaving thee to mourn
These common woes I feel

I
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might,
The sun is warm, the sky is clear,
The waves are dancing fast and bright,
Blue isles and snowy mountains wear The purple noon's transparent might,

I
Good-night
ah
no; the hour is
Good-night
ah
no; the hour is

Lift not the painted veil which those who live Call Life: though unreal shapes be pictured there,
And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread,—behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave Their shadows, o'er t...
And it but mimic all we would believe With colours idly spread,—behind, lurk Fear And Hope, twin Destinies; who ever weave Their shadows, o'er t...

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DY IN
WO
Translated from the Original Doric 'Choose Reform or Civil War,
DY IN
WO
Translated from the Original Doric 'Choose Reform or Civil War,

We are as clouds that veil the midnight moon;
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly
— yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever:
How restlessly they speed, and gleam, and quiver,
Streaking the darkness radiantly
— yet soon Night closes round, and they are lost forever:

I
I arise from dreams of
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,
I arise from dreams of
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing low,