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Like a serpent to the calling voice of flutes1, Glides2 my heart into thy fingers, O my Love！ Where the night-wind, like a lover, leans above His jasmine-gardens and sirisha-bowers； And on ripe boughs3 of manycoloured fruits Bright parrots cluster like vermilion flowers.
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Summer Night, Riverside In the wild, soft summer darkness How many and many a night we two together Sat in the park and
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The Fountain All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone； It sang to the drowsy1 heart Of the satyr carved i
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III. And thus from varying year to year, The youthful chief has lingered here； Chief！why is he so nobly named？ How many
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Like Barley1 Bending Like barley bending In low fields by the sea, Singing in hard wind Ceaselessly； Like barley bending
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The Unchanging Sun-swept beaches with a light wind blowing From the immense2 blue circle of the sea, And the soft thunde
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The Unseen Death went up the hall Unseen by every one, Trailing twilight1 robes Past the nurse and the nun2. He paused a
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August Moonrise The sun was gone, and the moon was coming Over the blue Connecticut hills； The west was rosy1, the east
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VI. I mind as if 'twere yesterday, The hour when first I stood beside The margin1 of yon rushing tide, And watched its w
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AMBITION One day an obscure youth， a wanderer， Known but to few， lay musing1 with himself About the chances of his futur
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THOU ORB1 ALOFT FULL-DAZZLING THOU orb full-dazzling！ thou hot October noon！ Flooding with sheeny light the gray beach s
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