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"TRUE AM I MAD NOT UNLESS I'M MAD AS WELL DO TRY TO THINK A MINUTE QUIETLY HOW COULD ANYONE CONCEIVABLY KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE THIRTY MILE RIDE HAVING ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOU UNLESS HE'D BEEN THERE"
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"IF YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW IT WAS DONE ASK SOME GROWN UP TO TELL YOU HOW LADY LITSDALE GOT HER HUSBAND OUT OF THE TOWER WHEN HE WAS A PRISONER THERE AND IN DANGER OF HAVING HIS HEAD CUT OFF AND YOU WILL READILY UNDERSTAND THE KIND OF SCHEME IT WAS"
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" black thunder-cloud over a mountain. And the days went on, and lessons with Mr. Parados were a sort of Inquisition torture to Dickie. For the tutor never let a day pass without trying to find out whether Dickie had shared in any way that guilty knowledge of Elfrida's which had, so Mr. Parados insisted, overthrown the fell plot of the Papists and preserved to a loyal people His Most Gracious Majesty James the First. And then one day, quite as though it were the most natural thing in the world, his cousin Edred and Lady Arden his aunt were set free from the Tower and came home. The King had suddenly decided that they at least had had nothing to do with the plot. Lady Arden cried all the time, and, as Dickie owned to himself, \"there was enough to make her.\" But Edred was full of half thought-out plans and schemes for being revenged on old Parrot-nose. And at last he really did arrange a scheme for getting Elfrida out of the Tower--a perfectly workable scheme. And what is more, it worked.",
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"he treasure to restore the splendor of the old Castle, which in your time is fallen into ruin and decay, and to mend the houses of the tenants, and to do good to the poor and needy. But you know that now they have used their magic to get back their father, and can no longer use it to look for treasure. But your magic will hold. And if you lay out your moon-seeds round _them_, in the old shape, and stand with them in the midst, holding your Tinkler and your white seal, you will all go whithersoever you choose.\" \"I shall choose to go straight to the treasure, of course,\" said practical Dickie, swinging his feet in their rosetted shoes. \"That thou canst not. Thou canst only choose some year in the past--any year--go into it and then seek for the treasure there and then.\" \"I'll do it,\" Dickie said, \"and then I may come back to you, mayn't I?\" \"If thou'rt not needed elsewhere. The Ardens stay where duty binds them, and go where duty calls.\" \"But I'm not an Arden _there_,\" said Dickie sadly.",
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"UP GOES MY BOAT AMONG THE STARS THROUGH MANY A BREATHLESS FIELD OF LIGHT THROUGH MANY A LONG BLUE FIELD OF ETHER LEAVING TEN THOUSAND STARS BENEATH HER UP GOES MY LITTLE BOAT SO BRIGHT"
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" in a huge balloon; But through the clouds I'll never float Until I have a little Boat, Shaped like [2] the crescent-moon. 5 And now I _have_ a little Boat, In shape a very crescent-moon: Fast through the clouds my boat can sail; But if perchance your faith should fail, Look up--and you shall see me soon! 10 The woods, my Friends, are round you roaring, Rocking and roaring like a sea; The noise of danger's in [3] your ears, And ye have all a thousand fears Both for my little Boat and me! 15 Meanwhile untroubled I admire [4] The pointed horns of my canoe; And, did not pity touch my breast, To see how ye are all distrest, Till my ribs ached, I'd laugh at you! 20 Away we go, my Boat and I-- Frail man ne'er sate in such another; Whether among the winds we strive, Or deep into the clouds [5] we dive, Each is contented with the other. 25 Away we go--and what care we For treasons, tumults, and for wars? We are as calm in our delight As is the crescent-moon so bright Among the scattered stars.",
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"Repentance is a tender Sprite; If aught on earth have heavenly might, 'Tis lodged within her silent tear. 150 \"But grant my wishes, let us now Descend from this ethereal height; Then take thy way, adventurous Skiff, More daring far than Hippogriff, And be thy own delight!",
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" wonder if you quite forget [14] What on the earth is doing. 120 \"There was a time when all mankind Did listen with a faith sincere To tuneful tongues in mystery versed; _Then_ Poets fearlessly rehearsed The wonders of a wild career. 125 \"Go--(but the world's a sleepy world, And 'tis, I fear, an age too late) Take with you some ambitious Youth! For, restless Wanderer! I, in truth, [15] Am all unfit to be your mate. 130 \"Long have I loved what I behold, The night that calms, the day that cheers; The common growth of mother-earth Suffices me--her tears, her mirth, Her humblest mirth and tears. 135 \"The dragon's wing, the magic ring, I shall not covet for my dower, If I along that lowly way With sympathetic heart may stray, And with a soul of power. 140 \"These given, what more need I desire To stir, to soothe, or elevate? What nobler marvels than the mind May in life's daily prospect find, May find or there create? 145 \"A potent wand doth Sorrow wield; What spell so strong as guilty Fear!",
"UR WORDS BUT WHILE THESE PLEASURES YOU'RE PURSUING WITHOUT IMPEDIMENT OR LET NO WONDER IF YOU QUITE FORGET WHAT ON THE EARTH IS DOING THERE WAS A TIME WHEN ALL MANKIND DID LISTEN WITH A FAITH SINCERE TO TUNEFUL TONGUES IN MYSTERY VERSED THEN POETS FEARLESSLY REHEARSE THE WONDERS OF A WILD CAREER GO BUT THE WORLD'S A SLEEPY WORLD AND TIS I FEAR AN AGE TOO LATE TAKE WITH YOU SOME AMBITIOUS YOUTH FOR RESTLESS WANDERER I IN TRUTH AM ALL UNFIT TO BE YOUR MATE LONG HAVE I LOV'D WHAT I BEHOLD THE NIGHT THAT CALMS THE DAY THAT CHEERS THE COMMON GROWTH OF MOTHER EARTH SUFFICES ME HER TEARS HER MIRTH HER HUMBLEST MIRTH AND TEARS THE DRAGON'S WING THE MAGIC RING I SHALL NOT COVET FOR MY DOWER IF I ALONG THAT LOWLY WAY WITH SYMPATHETIC HEART MAY STRAY AND WITH A SOUL OF POWER THESE GIVEN WHAT MORE NEED I DESIRE TO STIR TO SOOTHE OR ELEVATE WHAT NOBLER MARVELS THAN THE MIND MAY IN LIFE'S DAILY PROSPECT FIND MAY FIND OR THERE CREATE A POTENT WAND DOTH SORROW WIELD WHAT SPELL SO STRONG AS GUILTY FEAR"
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"e no doubt that I was thus put upon writing the poem out of liking for the creature that is often so dreadfully abused. The crescent moon, which makes such a figure in the prologue, assumed this character one evening while I was watching its beauty in front of Alfoxden House. I intended this poem for the volume before spoken of, but it was not published for more than twenty years afterwards. The worship of the Methodists, or Ranters, is often heard during the stillness of the summer evening, in the country, with affecting accompaniments of rural beauty. In both the psalmody and voice of the preacher there is, not unfrequently, much solemnity likely to impress the feelings of the rudest characters under favourable circumstances.--I. F.] Classed by Wordsworth among his \"Poems of the Imagination.\"--ED. PROLOGUE There's something in a flying horse, There's something [1] in a huge balloon; But through the clouds I'll never float Until I have a little Boat, Shaped like [2] the crescent-moon.",
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