Romantic Exam El 208

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Piper sit thee down and write

In a book that all may read—

So he vanish'd from my sight.

And I pluck'd a hollow reed.

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Introduction to Songs of Innocence

Blake

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And I made a rural pen,

And I stain'd the water clear,

And I wrote my happy songs

Every child may joy to hear

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Introduction to Songs of Innocence

Blake

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Hear the voice of the Bard!

Who Present, Past, & Future sees

Whose ears have heard,

The Holy Word,

That walk'd among the ancient trees.

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Introduction to Songs of Experience

Blake

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Turn away no more:

Why wilt thou turn away

The starry floor

The watry shore

Is giv'n thee till the break of day.

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Introduction to Songs of Experience

Blake

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Calling the lapsed Soul

And weeping in the evening dew:

That might controll,

The starry pole;

And fallen fallen light renew!

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Introduction to Songs of Experience

Blake

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When my mother died I was very young,

And my father sold me while yet my tongue

Could scarcely cry " 'weep! 'weep! 'weep! 'weep!"

So your chimneys I sweep & in soot I sleep.

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The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence

Blake

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"Hush, Tom! never mind it, for when your head's bare,

You know that the soot cannot spoil your white hair."

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The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence

Blake

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Then naked & white, all their bags left behind,

They rise upon clouds, and sport in the wind.

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The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence

Blake

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So if all do their duty, they need not fear harm.

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The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Innocence

Blake

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"Where are thy father and mother? say?"

"They are both gone up to the church to pray.

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The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience

Blake

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They clothed me in the clothes of death,

And taught me to sing the notes of woe.

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The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience

Blake

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And are gone to praise God and his Priest and King,

Who make up a heaven of our misery."

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The Chimney Sweeper from Songs of Experience

Blake

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Grey-headed beadles walkd before with wands as white as snow,

Till into the high dome of Pauls they like Thames waters flow

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Holy Thursday from Songs of Innocence

Blake

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The hum of multitudes was there but multitudes of lambs

Thousands of little boys & girls raising their innocent hands

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Holy Thursday from Songs of Innocence

Blake

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Beneath them sit the aged men wise guardians of the poor

Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door

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Holy Thursday from Songs of Innocence

Blake

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And their sun does never shine.

And their fields are bleak & bare.

And their ways are fill'd with thorns.

It is eternal winter there.

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Holy Thursday from Songs of Experience

Blake

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Babe can never hunger there,

Nor poverty the mind appall.

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Holy Thursday from Songs of Experience

Blake

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In every voice, in every ban,

The mind-forg’d manacles I hear.

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London from Songs of Experience

Blake

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How the chimney-sweeper’s cry

Every black’ning church appals;

And the hapless soldier’s sigh

Runs in blood down palace walls.

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London from Songs of Experience

Blake

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But most thro’ midnight streets I hear

How the youthful harlot’s curse

Blasts the new-born infant’s tear,

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London from Songs of Experience

Blake

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Mock on, mock on, Voltaire, Rousseau;

Mock on, mock on; ’tis all in vain!

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Mock On, Mock On

Blake

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The atoms of Democritus

And Newton’s particles of light

Are sands upon the Red Sea shore,

Where Israel’s tents do shine so bright

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Mock On, Mock On

Blake

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And was Jerusalem builded here,

Among these dark Satanic Mills?

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And Did Those Feet

Blake

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I will not cease from Mental Fight,

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:

Till we have built Jerusalem,

In Englands green & pleasant Land.

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And Did Those Feet

Blake

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Five years have past; five summers, with the length

Of five long winters!

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Tintern Abbey

Wordsworth

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The day is come when I again repose

Here, under this dark sycamore, and view

These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts,

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Tintern Abbey

Wordsworth

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Though absent long,

These forms of beauty have not been to me,

As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:

But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din

Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,

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Tintern Abbey

Wordsworth

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For nature then

(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days,

And their glad animal movements all gone by,)

To me was all in all.

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Tintern Abbey

Wordsworth

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Nor wilt thou then forget,

That after many wanderings, many years

Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs,

And this green pastoral landscape, were to me

More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake.

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Tintern Abbey

Wordsworth

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Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!

The river glideth at his own sweet will:

Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;

And all that mighty heart is lying still!

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Westminster Bridge

Wordsworth

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Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie

Open unto the fields, and to the sky;

All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.

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Westminster Bridge

Wordsworth

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Little we see in Nature that is ours;

We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

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The World is Too Much With Us

Wordsworth

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The winds that will be howling at all hours,

And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;

For this, for everything, we are out of tune;

It moves us not.

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The World is Too Much With Us

Wordsworth

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So my friend

Struck with deep joy may stand, as I have stood,

Silent with swimming sense;

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This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison

Coleridge

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A delight

Comes sudden on my heart, and I am glad

As I myself were there!

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This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison

Coleridge

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No plot so narrow, be but Nature there,

No waste so vacant, but may well employ

Each faculty of sense, and keep the heart

Awake to Love and Beauty!

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This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison

Coleridge

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In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,

It perched for vespers nine;

Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,

Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Coleridge

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And a good south wind sprung up behind;

The Albatross did follow,

And every day, for food or play,

Came to the mariner's hollo!

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Coleridge

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And I had done a hellish thing,

And it would work 'em woe:

For all averred, I had killed the bird

That made the breeze to blow.

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Coleridge

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The very deep did rot: O Christ!

That ever this should be!

Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs

Upon the slimy sea.

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Coleridge

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Alone, alone, all, all alone,

Alone on a wide wide sea!

And never a saint took pity on

My soul in agony.

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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner

Coleridge

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And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,

Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;

And here were forests ancient as the hills,

Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

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Kubla Khan

Coleridge

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The shadow of the dome of pleasure

Floated midway on the waves;

Where was heard the mingled measure

From the fountain and the caves.

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Kubla Khan

Coleridge

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And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,

The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,

The habitations of all things which dwell,

Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,

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Darkness

Byron

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And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

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She Walks in Beauty

Byron

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Where thoughts serenely sweet express,

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

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She Walks in Beauty

Byron

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Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

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She Walks in Beauty

Byron

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The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars

Did wander darkling in the eternal space,

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Darkness

Byron

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Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day,

And men forgot their passions in the dread

Of this their desolation;

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Darkness

Byron

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and all hearts

Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:

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Darkness

Byron

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And others hurried to and fro, and fed

Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up

With mad disquietude on the dull sky,

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Darkness

Byron

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And War, which for a moment was no more,

Did glut himself again: a meal was bought

With blood, and each sate sullenly apart

Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;

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Darkness

Byron

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The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two

Of an enormous city did survive,

And they were enemies:

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Darkness

Byron

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Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld

Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—

Even of their mutual hideousness they died,

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Darkness

Byron

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The world was void,

The populous and the powerful was a lump,

Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—

A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.

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Darkness

Byron

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The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,

The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;

The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,

And the clouds perish'd;

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Darkness

Byron

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Seek out -less often sought than found -
A soldier's grave, for thee the best;
Then look around, and choose thy ground,
And take thy rest.

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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

Byron

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Awake! (not Greece -she is awake!)
Awake, my spirit! Think through whom
Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake,
And then strike home!

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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

Byron

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'Tis time this heart should be unmoved,
Since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
Still let me love!

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On This Day I Complete My Thirty-Sixth Year

Byron

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“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone

Stand in the desert

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Ozymandias

Shelley

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Nothing beside remains. Round the decay

Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare

The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

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Ozymandias

Shelley

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Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red,

Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou,

Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed

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Ode to the West Wind

Shelley

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Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;

Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear!

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Ode to the West Wind

Shelley

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Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!

I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!

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Ode to the West Wind

Shelley

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A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd

One too like thee: tameless, and swift, and proud.

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Ode to the West Wind

Shelley

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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:

What if my leaves are falling like its own!

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Ode to the West Wind

Shelley

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Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold,

And many goodly states and kingdoms seen;

Round many western islands have I been

Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold.

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On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer

Keats

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He star'd at the Pacific—and all his men

Look'd at each other with a wild surmise—

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

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On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer

Keats

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Yet did I never breathe its pure serene

Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold:

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On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer

Keats

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Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain,

Before high-pilèd books, in charactery,

Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain;

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When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be

Keats

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And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,

That I shall never look upon thee more,

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When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be

Keats

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then on the shore

Of the wide world I stand alone, and think

Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

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When I Have Fears that I May Cease to Be

Keats

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Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed

Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu;

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Ode on a Grecian Urn

Keats

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When old age shall this generation waste,

Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe

Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all

Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know."

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Ode on a Grecian Urn

Keats

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I wander thro' each charter'd street,

near where the charter'd Thames does flow

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London from Songs of Experience

Blake

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Shine in the slant beams of the sinking orb,

Ye purple heath-flowers! Richlier burn, ye clouds!

Live in the yellow light, ye distant groves!

And Kindle, thou blue ocean!

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This Lime-Tree Bower My Prison

Coleridge

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For I have learned

To look on nature, not as in the hour

Of thoughtless youth

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Tintern Abbey

Wordsworth

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But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted

Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!

A savage place! As holy and enchanted

As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted

By woman wailing for her demon-lover!

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Kubla Khan

Coleridge

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O Wind,

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

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Ode to the West Wind

Shelley

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I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotions recollected in tranquillity

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Preface

Wordsworth

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One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

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She Walks in Beauty

Byron

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The efficacious spirit chiefly lurks

Among those passages of life in which

We have had deepest feeling that the mind

Is lord and master

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Prelude - Spots of Time

Wordsworth

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The primary IMAGINATION I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.

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Biographia Literaria (Ch. 13)

Coleridge

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Therefore let the moon

Shine on thee in thy solitary walk;

And let the misty mountain-winds be free

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Tintern Abbey

Wordsworth

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Several things dovetailed in my mind, & at once it struck me, what quality went to form a Man of Achievement especially in Literature & which Shakespeare possessed so enormously

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Letter

Keats