“The wakeful bloodhound rose and shook his coat, himself he waked again with a single yap.”

“A casement high and triple-arch’d there was, All garlanded with carven imageries Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass.”

“The music, yearning like a god in pain, She scarcely heard: her maiden eyes divine, Fixed on the floor, saw many a sweeping train.”

“She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept and sighed full sore, And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four.”

“Meanwhile, across the moors, Had come young Porphyro, with heart on fire For Madeline.”

“His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees,”

“Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.”

“Than live displeas’d and after die obscure, Unthank’d, unsung, underey’d.”

“Ah, silver shrine, here will I take my rest, After so many hours of toil and quest.” “And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavender’d, While he forth from the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.”

“As down she knelt for heaven’s grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest,”

“Numb were the Beadsman’s fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old,”

“Pale warriors, death-pale, who, with a groan, Ere they be cold, in icy caverns, keep Their rosaries,” FRIENDS IS LIKE A STAR QUOTES

“Out went the taper as she hurried in; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died:”

“And still she slept and still he kept awake, And still he waited for the Almighty’s nod.”

“She slept at last, but awoke no more.”

“The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared whereupon he slept.”

“The moon was set and the stars were gone, And all their white array.”

“That ancient Beadsman heard the prelude soft; And so it chanced, for many a door was wide.”

“And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon.”

“His prayer he saith, this patient, holy man; Then takes his lamp, and riseth from his knees,”

“So, purposing each moment to retire, She linger’d still.”

“The time kept ancient covenant with the rose.”

“St. Agnes’ Eve—Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold.”

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