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There lies Coleridge, bound in green, Sleepily still wond'ring what He meant Kubla Khan to mean, In that early Wordsworth, Mat. Arnold knows a faithful prop, Still to subject-matter leans, Murmurs of the loved hill-top, Fyfield tree and Cumnor scenes. The poem closes with a high tribute to Shelley, "more than all the others mine."
Now I beg you the sun and the moon to behold, The one that's so bright and the other so cold. And say if two things in creation there be Better emblems of Riches and Poverty. In manner most brief, yet convincing and clear, You have told the whole truth to my wond'ring ear, And I see that 'twas God, who in all things is fair, Has assign'd us the forms, in this world which we bear.
Though patient I wait thee, my love unknown, Yet long I thy figure to see, and know What form thou wilt have, and what face be thine, And when thou wilt clasp me, dear love of mine; For all that is left me is thy cold breath, And wond'ring I wait thee, my sweetheart, Death!
Deasy, who pointed scornfully at Manogi's husband, and instantaneously the whole assemblage, male and female, were engaged in hideous conflict again, while Denison and his boat's crew, "Wond'ring, stepped aside," and let them fight it out.
"Haughty Stile and rapted wit sublime All ages wond'ring at shall never climb," and that more truly than she knew, his "Sacred works are not for imitation But Monuments to future Admiration." Not the "future Admiration" she believed his portion, but to the dead reputation which, fortunately for us, can have no resurrection.
I want to see you prosper and your soul increase in God; therefore I exhort you to meditate upon his law day and night. Down beside the rippling river 'Neath-the weeping willow-tree, Viewing nature sweet and lovely, Wond'ring what must heaven be. List'ning to the merry songsters In the near-by leafy world; Such sweet music seems to bear me Nearer to the gates of gold.
What means this wailing tone, this mournful guise? Ah, tell thy daughter, she may sympathize. Art ignorant indeed of these my woes? Or must my forced tongue my griefs disclose? And must myself dissect my tatter'd state, Which mazed Christendome stands wond'ring at? And thou a child, a Limbe, and dost not feel My fainting weakened body now to reel?
The Trojans, cooped within their walls so long, Unbar their gates, and issue in a throng, Like swarming bees, and with delight survey The camp deserted where the Grecians lay. The quarters of the sev'ral chiefs they showed Here Phoenix, here Achilles, made abode; Here joined the battles; there the navy rode. "Part on the pile their wond'ring eyes employ The pile by Pallas raised to ruin Troy.
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