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Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,

The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces,

The solemn temples, the great globe itself,

Yea, all which it inherits, shall dis

solve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff

As dreams are made of, and our little life

Is rounded with a sleep.

Tempest, act. iv. sc. 4.

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As I stood by yon roofless tower

As it befell

As it fell upon a day

Ask ye me why I send you here?

A slamber did my spirit seal

As Memnon's marble harp, renowned of old

As ships becalmed at eve

As unto blowing roses summer dews

As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp

A sweet, attractive kind of grace.

A sweet disorder in the dress

At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay

At summer eve, when Heaven's aerial bow

At the approach of extreme peril

At the King's gate the subtle noon

HERRICK.

WORDSWORTH

AKENSIDE

A. H. CLOUGH

Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones MILTON

TENNYSON

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Between the dark and the daylight
Between the acting of a dreadful thing

Birdie, birdie, will you, pet

Blackened and bleeding, helpless, panting, prone

Blow, blow, thou winter wind

Blue crystal vault and elemental fires

Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen

Brave Schill, by death delivered

Break, Fantasy, from the cave of cloud

Breathe, trumpets, breathe slow notes
Bright flag at yonder tapering mast
Bury the Great Duke

Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny bride

But all our praises, why should lords engross

But are ye sure the news is true?

But fare you well, auld Nickie-Ben.
But for ye speken of such gentilesse

But I wol turn againe to Ariadne

But souls that of his own good life partake
By broad Potomac's silent shore

By Nebo's lonely mountain .

Call in the messengers sent from the Dauphin
Call me no more

Calm and still light on yon great plain'
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms.
Child Dyring has ridden him up under öe
Clothed with state, and girt with might
Come away, come away, death
Come into the garden. Maud.
Come on, come on, and where you go

Come on, sir, here's the place: stand still
Come pitie us, all ye who see

Come seeling night.

Come, see the Dolphin's anchor forged

Come thou who art the wine and wit

Come to Licöo! the sun is riding
Come to the river's reedy shore
Comrades, leave me here a little
Consolers of the solitary hours

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SIR W. JONES (Trans.)
JAMES HOGG
WORDSWORTH

BEN JONSON
GEORGE LUNT
WILLIS
TENNYSON
HAMILTON

POPE
MICKLE
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CHAUCER.
CHAUCER
HENRY MORE
ANONYMOUS
MRS. ALEXANDER

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