Give to imagination some pure light
In human form to fix it, or you shame
The devils with that hideous human game:
Imagination urging appetite!
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These, then, he left, and away where ranks were now clashing the thickest,
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Her son, albeit the Muse's livery
And measured courtly paces rouse his taunts,
Naked and hairy in his savage haunts,
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The old hound wags his shaggy tail,
And I know what he would say:
It's over the hills we'll bound, old hound,
Over the hills, and away.
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An inspiration caught from dubious hues
Filled him, and mystic wrynesses he chased;
For they lead farther than the single-faced,
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I
From twig to twig the spider weaves
At noon his webbing fine.
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Through the water-eye of night,
Midway between eve and dawn,
See the chase, the rout, the flight
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Follow me, follow me,
Over brake and under tree,
Thro' the bosky tanglery,
Brushwood and bramble!
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It chanced his lips did meet her forehead cool.
She had no blush, but slanted down her eye.
Shamed nature, then, confesses love can die:
And most she punishes the tender fool
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A dove flew with an Olive Branch;
It crossed the sea and reached the shore,
And on a ship about to launch
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