harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose;
But musical as is Apollo's lute,
And a perpetual feast of nectared sweets,
Where no crude surfeit reigns.

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I was all ear,
And took in strains that might create a soul
Under the rib of Death.

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LYCIDAS.

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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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Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble minds)
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 the abhorred shears
And slits the thin-spun life.

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Built in the eclipse and rigged with curses dark.

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The pilot of the Galilean lake.

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So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, with new spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.

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To-morrow to fresh woods and pastures new.

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L'ALLEGRO.

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Quips and cranks, and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks, and wreathed smiles.

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Come, and trip it as you go,
On the light, fantastic toe.

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And every shepherd tells his tale
Under the hawthorn in the dale.

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Where perhaps some beauty lies,
The Cynosure of neighboring eyes.

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Towered cities please us then,
And the busy hum of men.

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Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child,
Warble his native wood-notes wild.

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Lap me in soft Lydian airs,
Married to immortal verse,
Such as the meeting soul may pierce
In notes, with many a winding bout
Of linked sweetness long drawn out.

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IL PENSEROSO.

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And looks commercing with the skies,
Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

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Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,
Most musical, most melancholy!

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Such notes, as, warbled to the string,
Drew iron tears down Pluto's cheek.

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Where more is meant than meets the ear.

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And storied windows richly dight,
Casting a dim, religious light.

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_Sonnet to the Lady Margaret Ley_.

That old man eloquent.

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