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...Unwillingly Miranda wakes, 
Feels the sun with terror, 
One unwilling step she takes, 
Shuddering to the mirror. 

Miranda in Miranda's sight 
Is old and gray and dirty; 
Twenty-nine she was last night; 
This morning she is thirty. 

Shining like the morning star, 
Like the twilight shining, 
Haunted by a calendar, 
Miranda is a-pining. 

Silly girl, silver ...Read more of this...

...puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eye...Read more of this...

...rmament,

And when at length the sea confined my gaze,

My ardent longing fill'd my heart once more;

 What I had lost, unwillingly I sought.

Then Heaven appear'd to shed its kindly rays:

Methought that all I had possess'd of yore

 Remain'd still mine--that I was reft of nought.

 1807?8....Read more of this...

...me! 
My deeds will speak: it is but for a day.' 
So with a kindly hand on Gareth's arm 
Smiled the great King, and half-unwillingly 
Loving his lusty youthhood yielded to him. 
Then, after summoning Lancelot privily, 
'I have given him the first quest: he is not proven. 
Look therefore when he calls for this in hall, 
Thou get to horse and follow him far away. 
Cover the lions on thy shield, and see 
Far as thou mayest, he be nor ta'en nor slain.' 

Then that same day there p...Read more of this...

...I wish I were dead
When she left she wept 

a great deal; she said to me This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.  

I said Go, and be happy
but remember (you know 
well) whom you leave shackled by love 

If you forget me think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared 

all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck 

myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that...Read more of this...

..., 
And so be nearer to the counterfeit 
Of her invention than aware of yours.
She might, as well as any, by this time, 
Unwillingly and eagerly have bitten 
Another devil’s-apple of unrest, 
And so, by some attendant artifice 
Or other, might anon have had you sharing
A taste that would have tainted everything, 
And so had been for two, instead of one, 
The taste of death in life—which is the food 
Of art that has betrayed itself alive 
And is a food of hell. She might have h...Read more of this...

...
Servants of God!--or sons
Shall I not call you? Because
Not as servants ye knew
Your Father's innermost mind,
His, who unwillingly sees
One of his little ones lost--
Yours is the praise, if mankind
Hath not as yet in its march
Fainted, and fallen, and died!

See! In the rocks of the world
Marches the host of mankind,
A feeble, wavering line.
Where are they tending?--A God
Marshall'd them, gave them their goal.
Ah, but the way is so long!
Years they have been in the wild!
Sor...Read more of this...

...; here leave me to respire.
This day a solemn Feast the people hold
To Dagon thir Sea-Idol, and forbid
Laborious works, unwillingly this rest
Thir Superstition yields me; hence with leave
Retiring from the popular noise, I seek
This unfrequented place to find some ease,
Ease to the body some, none to the mind
From restless thoughts, that like a deadly swarm
Of Hornets arm'd, no sooner found alone, 
But rush upon me thronging, and present
Times past, what once I was, and what ...Read more of this...

...o life, he open'd them,
And fix'd them feebly on his father's face;
Till now all strength was ebb'd, and from his limbs
Unwillingly the spirit fled away,
Regretting the warm mansion which it left,
And youth, and bloom, and this delightful world. 

So, on the bloody sand, Sohrab lay dead;
And the great Rustum drew his horseman's cloak
Down o'er his face, and sate by his dead son.
As those black granite pillars, once high-rear'd
By Jemshid in Persepolis, to bear
His house, now ...Read more of this...

...and near blood concern,Crying aloud: With noble fire I burn,As my good lord unwillingly at home,Who pines and languishes in vain to come. Macgregor....Read more of this...

...and I
Were glad that it was so;
He loved to dream of days to come,
And I of long ago.

So from our dreams my boy and I
Unwillingly awoke,
But neither of his precious dream
Unto the other spoke.

Yet of the love we bore those dreams
Gave each his tender sign;
For there was triumph in his eyes--
And there were tears in mine!...Read more of this...

...ld not tell you of it, 
But kept it for a sweet surprise at morn. 
Yea, truly is it not a sweet surprise? 
For I myself unwillingly have worn 
My faded suit, as you, my child, have yours, 
And howsoever patient, Yniol his. 
Ah, dear, he took me from a goodly house, 
With store of rich apparel, sumptuous fare, 
And page, and maid, and squire, and seneschal, 
And pastime both of hawk and hound, and all 
That appertains to noble maintenance. 
Yea, and he brought me to a goodly h...Read more of this...

...beside her and to me she said: 
'O friend, we trust that you esteemed us not 
Too harsh to your companion yestermorn; 
Unwillingly we spake.' 'No--not to her,' 
I answered, 'but to one of whom we spake 
Your Highness might have seemed the thing you say.' 
'Again?' she cried, 'are you ambassadresses 
From him to me? we give you, being strange, 
A license: speak, and let the topic die.' 

I stammered that I knew him--could have wished-- 
'Our king expects--was there no precont...Read more of this...

...she flung,
With new solemnity, the nooks profound,
The caves of death, and the dim arches frown'd.
From bliss long felt unwillingly we part:
Ah, spare the weakness of a lover's heart!
Chase not the phantoms of my fairy dream,
Phantoms that shrink at Reason's painful gleam!
That softer touch, insidious artist, stay,
Nor to new joys my struggling breast betray!

Such was a pensive bard's mistaken strain.--
But, oh, of ravish'd pleasures why complain?
No more the matchless skill...Read more of this...

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