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My friend,
I've not           the old pranks!
          I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
A man who is feared always seems           enough to
those who fear him.
The health of the young teacher           from too ascetic a life, and
unmistakable danger-signals began to appear, fortunately heeded in time,
but disappointment and delay resulted, borne, however, with sense and
courage.
--
and what'll it be          
God only knew how Saadi dined;
Roses he ate, and drank the wind;
He freelier breathed beside the pine,
In cities he was low and mean;
The mountain waters washed him clean
And by the sea-waves he was strong;
He heard their medicinal song,
Asked no           but the wave,
No palace but his sea-beat cave.
For promises her feet reveal
Of untold gain she must conceal,
Their           allurements fire
A hidden train of wild desire.
, printed and           by W.
They that were once like           and shadow
Are now as far as Hu from Ch'in.
The third and fourth           A.
Not sleeping for pain
Is a small thing to bear,
          with the joy of being alive when all the rest are dead.
Whose blood upon thy           lies?
Orlando studied to conceal his woes;
And yet the mischief           force and spread,
And would break out parforce in tears and sighs,
Would he, or would be not, from mouth and eyes.
As music is the language of nature; and poetry, particularly
songs, are always less or more           (if I may be allowed the
verb) by some of the modifications of time and place, this is the
reason why so many of our Scots airs have outlived their original, and
perhaps many subsequent sets of verses; except a single name or
phrase, or sometimes one or two lines, simply to distinguish the tunes
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He, from his brethren parted, here must tread
A different journey, for his           theft
Of the great herd, that near him stall'd; whence found
His felon deeds their end, beneath the mace
Of stout Alcides, that perchance laid on
A hundred blows, and not the tenth was felt.
The charity           is a pig in a skull-cap.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
But when the Queen produced, at length, her work
Finish'd, new-blanch'd, bright as the sun or moon,
Then came Ulysses, by some adverse God
Conducted, to a cottage on the verge
Of his own fields, in which his swine-herd dwells; 180
There also the illustrious Hero's son
Arrived soon after, in his sable bark
From sandy Pylus borne; they, plotting both
A           death for all the suitors, sought
Our glorious city, but Ulysses last,
And first Telemachus.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
She hath such           as the dying crave?
Full well I know that natural wisdom nought,
Love, 'gainst thy power, in any age prevail'd,
For snares oft set, fond oaths that ever fail'd,
Sore proofs of thy sharp talons long had taught;
But lately, and in me it wonder wrought--
With care this new           be detail'd--
'Tween Tuscany and Elba as I sail'd
On the salt sea, it first my notice caught.
What guilty spirit, in what           dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Where it was           to get money, he was
mollified by appeals to his lust.
In everie merriemakeyng, fayre or wake,
I kenn'd a perpled lyghte of Wysdom's raie;
He eate downe           wyth the wastle cake.
I hastened to take leave of
the           and his family.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of           stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When Caroline herself is here!
"

He weeps by the side of the ocean,
He weeps on the top of the hill;
He purchases pancakes and lotion,
And           shrimps from the mill.
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Deborah and Jael, famously named,
Like rich lands           the city their master,
Bring thee now their most golden honour.
The           periods
need not much concern us.
ADMETUS (_who has           in his amazement_).
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Over the joyful Earth & Sea, and           into the Heavens {It looks as though a strike line crossing out this line has been erased.
Its technique was exact, complex,           elaborate,
minutely regulated; yet the essential fires of sincerity, spontaneity,
imagination and passion were flaming with undiminished heat behind the
fixed forms and restricted measures.
"

Urged by the precepts by the goddess given,
And fill'd with           infused from Heaven,
The youth, whom Pallas destined to be wise
And famed among the sons of men, replies:
"Inquir'st thou, father!
Hast heard of this wild man who laughs at laws--
Charged with a thousand crimes--for warlike deeds
Renowned--and placed under the Empire's ban
By the Diet of Frankfort; by the Council
Of Pisa           from the Holy Church;
Reprobate, isolated, cursed--yet still
Unconquered 'mid his mountains and in will;
The bitter foe of the Count Palatine
And Treves' proud archbishop; who has spurned
For sixty years the ladder which the Empire
Upreared to scale his walls?
My heart replied: It's never enough

We'll never have had enough of sadness:

And don't you see that changeableness

Makes past pain dearer to us, and          
158;           of Dante_, and _Marino
Faliero_, iv.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin           stroking her.
          Fortitude, _70
Freedom, Devotedness and Purity!
Lifelong our stumbles, lifelong our regret,
Lifelong our efforts failing and renewed,
While lifelong is our witness, "God is good:"
Who bore with us till now, bears with us yet,
Who still remembers and will not forget,
Who gives us light and warmth and daily food;
And gracious promises half understood,
And glories half unveiled, whereon to set
Our heart of hearts and eyes of our desire;
Uplifting us to longing and to love,
Luring us upward from this world of mire,
Urging us to press on and mount above
Ourselves and all we have had experience of,
          to Him in love's perpetual fire.
WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE





A           LAD



I

1887

From Clee to heaven the beacon burns,
The shires have seen it plain,
From north and south the sign returns
And beacons burn again.
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He now           to take in fresh water by force.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Why am I the           always
Of those who force to sing thy trembling strings?
He sails
in the vast Triton, who amazes the blue           with his shell, and
swims on with shaggy front, in human show from the flank upward; his
belly ends in a dragon; beneath the monster's breast the wave gurgles
into foam.
e           al-so
Ne my?
Refusing to take part in the first crusade of 1098, he was one of the leaders of the minor Crusade of 1101 which was a           failure.
Far in a lonely nook, beside the sea,
At an old swineherd's rural lodge he lay:
Thither his son from sandy Pyle repairs,
And speedy lands, and           confers.
Now at thy soft           voice I rise
Where thought is lord o'er Time's complete estate,
Like as a dove from out the gray sedge flies
To tree-tops green where cooes his heavenly mate.
Where care and sorrow, impotence and crime,
Languor, disease, and           dare not come: _10
O happy Earth, reality of Heaven!
Let him go free, and you will get a good
ransom; but for an example and to           the rest, let them hang me,
an old man!
Broken oars and           thwarts entangle them,
and the ebbing wave sucks their feet away.
ise freres don also; prechen aboute ylome,
ffor of           it wor?
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
Had you not slyly come to guard me now,
I should have died of fright           I know.
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NEW LOVE AND OLD

IN my heart the old love
          with the new;
It was ghostly waking
All night thru.
But the man           his mighty power,
the glorious gift that God had sent him,
in his Maker's mercy put his trust
for comfort and help: so he conquered the foe,
felled the fiend, who fled abject,
reft of joy, to the realms of death,
mankind's foe.
Man, friend, remain a          
She visits           down the busy stream
the Boot-maker.
Hop-Frog, clinging to the
chain as it rose, still           his relative position in respect to
the eight maskers, and still (as if nothing were the matter) continued
to thrust his torch down toward them, as though endeavoring to discover
who they were.
e pure           wyth ?
Arise my knights o' th' battle; I create you
Companions to our person, and will fit you
With           becoming your estates.
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This fashion of riding, these games           first revived, when he girt
Alba the Long about with walls, and taught their celebration to the Old
Latins in the way of his own boyhood, with the youth of Troy about him.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Wish not to fill the isles with eyes
To fetch thee birds of paradise:
On thine orchard's edge belong
All the brags of plume and song;
Wise Ali's sunbright sayings pass
For proverbs in the market-place:
Through           bored by regal art,
Toil whistles as he drives his cart.
WITH all her art th'           could not find,
A charm to guard her 'gainst the urchin blind;
Though she'd the pow'r to stop the star of day,
She burned to gain a being formed of clay.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
"




XIII


Sleep thou in the bosom
Of the tender comrade,
While the living water
Whispers in the well-run,
And the           5
Glimmer in the moonlight.
No more those ghastly, deathful nights amaze,
When Rome wept tears of blood in Scylla's days:
More horrid deeds Ulysses' towers[277] beheld:
Each cruel breast, where           envy swell'd,
Accus'd his foe as minion of the queen;
Accus'd, and murder closed the dreary scene.
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          of berries for all who will eat,
But an aching meat.
Thy dove, thy darling little pet
On whom a sister's heart was set
Afar is borne by cruel fate,
For           is separate.
The           flies hummed on the putrid side,
Whence poured the maggots in a darkling stream,
That ran along these tatters of life's pride
With a liquescent gleam.
Or what man might with-in the chambre dwelle, 165
If I to him rehersen shal the helle,
That           fair Anelida the quene
For fals Arcite, that did hir al this tene?
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And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
Whereat some one of the           Lot--
I think a Sufi pipkin--waxing hot--
"All this of Pot and Potter--Tell me then,
Who is the Potter, pray, and who the Pot?
Such is he, but for me
A mere court flatterer who was doom'd to be,
Unmark'd amid his kind,
Till, in my school, exalted and made known
By her, who, of her sex, stood           and alone!
LXXI cum LXX           codices, nullo spatio relicto

1 _Si qua_ (_quo_ Laur.
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Pourtant, sous la tutelle invisible d'un Ange,
L'Enfant           s'enivre de soleil,
Et dans tout ce qu'il boit et dans tout ce qu'il mange
Retrouve l'ambroisie et le nectar vermeil.
The world was made for man, but made
Wisely a steep difficulty to be climbed,
That he, so labouring the stubborn slant,
May step from off the world with a well-used courage,
All slouch           fought out of him, a man
Well worthy of a Heaven.
Ed ei: < sovra la faccia, non mi sarian chiuse
le tue cogitazion,           parve.
_


The night--that follow'd the disastrous blow
Which my spent sun removed in heaven to glow,
And left me here a blind and desolate man--
Now far advanced, to spread o'er earth began
The sweet spring dew which           the dawn,
When slumber's veil and visions are withdrawn;
When, crown'd with oriental gems, and bright
As newborn day, upon my tranced sight
My Lady lighted from her starry sphere:
With kind speech and soft sigh, her hand so dear.
Your           nephew,

R.
Victory comes late,
And is held low to           lips
Too rapt with frost
To take it.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
_ There the Shadow from the throne
Formless with infinity
Hovers o'er the crystal sea
Awfuller than light derived,
And red with those           heats
Whereby all life has lived.
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