Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
The people said, a weed.
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Beautiful city
Beautiful city, the centre and crater of European confusion,
O you with your passionate shriek for the rights of an equal
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PART I
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
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Come not, when I am dead,
To drop thy foolish tears upon my grave,
To trample round my fallen head,
And vex the unhappy dust thou wouldst not save.
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Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea;
The cloud may stoop from heaven and take the shape,
With fold to fold, of mountain or of cape;
But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee?
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What does little birdie say
In her nest at peep of day?
Let me fly, says little birdie,
Mother, let me fly away.
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Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
Tears from the depth of some divine despair
Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes,
In looking on the happy Autumn-fields,
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Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,
The flying cloud, the frosty light;
The year is dying in the night;
Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.
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THE splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
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Audley Court
‘The Bull, the Fleece are cramm’d, and not a room
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