"That golden key That opes the palace of eternity."

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"The nodding horror of whose shady brows Threats the forlorn and wandering passenger."

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"I will tell you now What never yet was heard in tale or song, From old or modern bard, in hall or bower."

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"Bacchus, that first from out the purple grape Crush'd the sweet poison of misused wine."

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"These my sky-robes spun out of Iris' woof."

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"The star that bids the shepherd fold."

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"Midnight shout and revelry, Tipsy dance and jollity."

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"Ere the blabbing eastern scout, The nice morn, on th' Indian steep From her cabin'd loop-hole peep."

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"When the gray-hooded Even, Like a sad votarist in palmer's weed, Rose from the hindmost wheels of Phoebus' wain."

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"A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes, and beck'ning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses."

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"O welcome, pure-ey'd Faith, white-handed Hope, Thou hovering angel, girt with golden wings!"

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"Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night?"

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"Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment?"

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"How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smil'd!"

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"Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium."

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"Such sober certainty of waking bliss."

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"I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i' th' plighted clouds."

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"It were a journey like the path to heaven, To help you find them."

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"With thy long levell'd rule of streaming light."

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"The unsunn'd heaps Of miser's treasure."

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"'T is chastity, my brother, chastity: She that has that is clad in complete steel."

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"Some say no evil thing that walks by night, In fog or fire, by lake or moorish fen, Blue meagre hag, or stubborn unlaid ghost That breaks his magic chains at curfew time, No goblin, or swart fairy of the mine, Hath hurtful power o'er true virginity."

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"So dear to heav'n is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, And in clear dream and solemn vision Tell her of things that no gross ear can hear, Till oft converse with heav'nly habitants Begin to cast a beam on th' outward shape."

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"How charming is divine philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets Where no crude surfeit reigns."

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"And sweeten'd every musk-rose of the dale."

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"Fill'd the air with barbarous dissonance."

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"I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of death."

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"That power Which erring men call Chance."

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"If this fail, The pillar'd firmament is rottenness, And earth's base built on stubble."

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"The leaf was darkish, and had prickles on it, But in another country, as he said, Bore a bright golden flow'r, but not in this soil; Unknown, and like esteem'd, and the dull swain Treads on it daily with his clouted shoon."

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"Enter'd the very lime-twigs of his spells, And yet came off."

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"This cordial julep here, That flames and dances in his crystal bounds."

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"Budge doctors of the Stoic fur."

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"And live like Nature's bastards, not her sons."

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"It is for homely features to keep home,-- They had their name thence; coarse complexions And cheeks of sorry grain will serve to ply The sampler and to tease the huswife's wool. What need a vermeil-tinctur'd lip for that, Love-darting eyes, or tresses like the morn?"

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"Swinish gluttony Ne'er looks to heav'n amidst his gorgeous feast, But with besotted base ingratitude Crams, and blasphemes his feeder."

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"Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence."

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"His rod revers'd, And backward mutters of dissevering power."

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"Sabrina fair, Listen where thou art sitting Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave, In twisted braids of lilies knitting The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair."

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"But now my task is smoothly done, I can fly, or I can run."

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"Or if Virtue feeble were, Heav'n itself would stoop to her."

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"I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude, And with forc'd fingers rude Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year."

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"He knew Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme."

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"Without the meed of some melodious tear."

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"Under the opening eyelids of the morn."

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"But oh the heavy change, now thou art gone, Now thou art gone and never must return!"

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"The gadding vine."

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"And strictly meditate the thankless Muse."

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"To sport with Amaryllis in the shade, Or with the tangles of Neæra's hair."

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"Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with th' abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life."

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