3.

I see a lily on thy brow,

With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose

Fast withereth too.

4.

I met a lady in the meads

Full beautiful, a faery's child; Her hair was long, her foot was light, And her eyes were wild.

5.

I set her on my pacing steed,

And nothing else saw all day long; For sideways would she lean, and sing A faery's song.

6.

I made a garland for her head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She look'd at me as she did love,

And made sweet moan.

7.

She found me roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna dew; And sure in language strange she said, I love thee true.

8.

She took me to her elfin grot,

And there she gaz'd and sighed deep, And there I shut her wild sad eyes —

So kiss'd to sleep.

9.

And there we slumber'd on the moss,
And there I dream'd, ah woe betide,

The latest dream I ever dream'd

On the cold hill-side.

IO.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,

Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; Who cry'd-"La belle Dame sans merci Hath thee in thrall!"

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II.

I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here

On the cold hill-side.

12.

And this is why I sojourn here

Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.

Sonnet.

WHEN I have fears that I may cease to be

Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain, Before high-piled books, in charactery,

Hold like rich garners the full ripen'd grain; When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,

And think that I may never live to trace

Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair creature of an hour,
That I shall never look upon thee more,
Never have relish in the faery power

Of unreflecting love; - then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Buxton Forman's Text.

46.

CHARLES LAMB.

The Old Familiar Faces.

WHERE are they gone, the old familiar faces?
I had a mother, but she died, and left me,
Died prematurely in a day of horrors-
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school days

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom

cronies

All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.

I lov'd a love once, fairest among women; Clos'd are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.