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Near these a nursery erects its head,
Where queens are form'd, and future heroes bred;
Where unfledg'd actors learn to laugh and cry, Where infant punks their tender voices try,

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
And Innocence, thy sister dear !
Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men. @megmentors

"Under the self same bough, & heard as there
The birds, the fountains & the Ocean hold
Sweet talk in music through the enamoured air. And then a Vision on my brain was rolled."

Enow of such as, for their bellies' sakes
Creep and intrude, and climb into the fold

The Grave's a fine and private place,
But none, I think, do there embrace.

Fair Quiet, have I found thee here,
And Innocence, thy sister dear !
Mistaken long, I sought you then In busy companies of men.

All humane things are subject to decay
And, when Fate summons,
Monarchs must obey

No familiar shapes
Of hourly objects, images of trees,
Of sea or sky, no colours of green fields; But huge and mighty Forms that do not live Like living men mov'd slowly through the mind By day and were the trouble of my dreams.

Tyger ! Tyger ! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye, Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Under the self same bough, & heard as there
The birds, the fountains & the Ocean hold
Sweet talk in music through the enamoured air. And then a Vision on my brain was rolled.

The chariot rolled a captive multitude
Was driven; althose who had grown old in power
Or misery,—all who have their age subdued,

for they of Athens & Jerusalem
Were neither mid the mighty captives seen
Nor mid the ribald crowd that followed them