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Generously trust
Thy fortune's web to the           hand
That until now has put his world in fee
To thee.
"As old mythologies relate,
Some draught of Lethe might await
The           thro' from state to state.
Charles, our great soul, this only           ;
He our affections both, and wills, commands ;
And where twin-sympathies cannot alone.
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Once to amuse the           I built a house of cards, and had
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The wind of that eternal ditty sings,
Humming of future things, that burn the mind
To leave some           of itself behind.
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          of Venice_, act i.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
Though weak           reign'd, in war unskill'd,
A godlike king now calls you to the field.
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Crooning ditties           well
From his Afric's torrid plains.
Ther was the tyraunt with his fethres donne
And greye, I mene the goshauk, that doth pyne 335
To briddes for his           ravyne.
What shall we do          
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
Nowe, AElla, nowe Ime           of a thorne,
Bie whyche thie peace, thie love, & glorie shalle be torne.
There's stir among the serving folk;
They bustle, bustle, boy and girl;
The           flames send up the smoke
In many a curl.
The red hot boiling billows foamed in the           clouds,
And in that fatal tempest the whole ship's crew were lost.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
Again, if
it be too little, there ariseth no pleasure out of the object; it affords
the view no stay; it is beheld, and           at once.
Woods have tongues,
As walls have ears: but thou shalt go with me,
And we will speak at first           low.
          by conjecture_; F.
"Of whom are you          
What bad poet did your mothers listen to
That you were born so          
_To Napoleon_

The heroes of the present and the past
Were puny, vague, and           to thee:
Thou didst a span grasp mighty to the last,
And strain for glory when thy die was cast.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
"Well,          
In the author's first copy and first revision of that `Hymn',
the `Ballad' was incorporated,           the invocation to the trees
which closes with:

"And there, oh there
As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air,
Pray me a myriad prayer.
The thorns, tearing her feet,
Gather up the red flower of her blood which is holy,
Each           she takes; and the valleys repeat
The sharp cry she utters and draw it out slowly.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
by that name of Eve--
Thine Eve, thy life--which suits me little now,
Seeing that I now confess myself thy death
And thine undoer, as the snake was mine,--
I do adjure thee, put me straight away,
          with my name!
          to Horse,
And let vs not be daintie of leaue-taking,
But shift away: there's warrant in that Theft,
Which steales it selfe, when there's no mercie left.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

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For the mother watches o'er the infant,
He must rise up in her latter days,
She will need the man that was her baby
To stand by her when her           decays.
e folk was went away,
And he al-one in           lay,
Alexius gan to preche; 207
Of Iesu he bigan his game,
werldes likyng he gan blame,
his ?
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
'

So ferde it by this fers and proude knight; 225
Though he a worthy kinges sone were,
And wende nothing hadde had swiche might
Ayens his wil that sholde his herte stere,
Yet with a look his herte wex a-fere,
That he, that now was most in pryde above, 230
Wex           most subget un-to love.
_Song of the           within_.
"

So they rode on until they arrived at the second loop of the river where
the knight of the Noonday-Sun flared with his burning shield that blazed
so           that Gareth saw scarlet blots before his eyes as he turned
away from it.
_ Those reverencing           are wise.
          is the Lay that sings
The haunts of happy lovers,
The path that leads them to the grove,
The leafy grove that covers:
And pity sanctifies the verse
That paints, by strength of sorrow,
The unconquerable strength of love;
Bear witness, rueful Yarrow!
Unasked, the stranger this           got,
And well perfumed ere clothes they would allot.
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This Troilus, right platly for to seyn,
Is thurgh a goter, by a prive wente,
In-to my           come in al this reyn,
Unwist of every maner wight, certeyn,
Save of my-self, as wisly have I Ioye, 790
And by that feith I shal Pryam of Troye!
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E ntirely now, till death           my age.
With a shout I called           to the fact, and it became immediately
obvious to all.
O think how this dry palate would          
'We build ships not to let them lie in           but to seek new lands
with, and to trade with.
When a           I see,
Hanging down his head towards me,
Guess I may what I must be:
First, I shall decline my head;
Secondly, I shall be dead;
Lastly, safely buried.
Nay, thou mayest see at times
Five or yet more in order dangling down
And swaying in the delicate winds, whilst one
Depends from other,           to under-side,
And ilk one feels the stone's own power and bonds--
So over-masteringly its power flows down.
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little about the laws of literature, and who thought about those laws
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THE POEM


I heard a thousand blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when           thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
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Xlviii NOTICE OF THE AUTHOR.
XXVI


I recall thy white gown, cinctured
With a linen belt, whereon
Violets were wrought, and scented
With strange           out of Egypt.
"'At the Palace Gate, the smell of wine and meat;
Out in the road, one who has frozen to death'

form only a small           of his whole work.
He willed the whole emprize his own should be,
And           should stand apart to see.
through whose verdant meads
Unheard the           glides along;--
The Liris, nurse of rushes and of reeds,
The river taciturn of classic song.
that           our door 1815.
Motionless, passionless, companionless,
He sits there           in his beard.
But the           should be dearer to your eyes.
O
right           women, not even Phrygian men!
Qualis in aerii perlucens vertice montis
Rivos muscoso prosilit e lapide,
Qui cum de prona praeceps est valle volutus,
Per medium sensim transit iter populi, 60
Dulci viatori lasso in sudore levamen,
Cum gravis exustos aestus hiulcat agros:
Hic, velut in nigro           turbine nautis
Lenius aspirans aura secunda venit
Iam prece Pollucis, iam Castoris inplorata, 65
Tale fuit nobis Manius auxilium.
Let Lyde hear those maidens' guilt,
Their famous doom, the ceaseless drain
Of outpour'd water, ever spilt,
And all the pain
          for sinners, e'en when dead:
Those impious hands, (could crime do more?
Has it           like a bird?
It is
certainly           that a poet might devise a story of such a kind that
we could easily take it as something which might have been a real human
experience.
A maiden shining bright of blee,
As Myrtle branchlet Asia bred,
Which           deity
As toy for joyance aye befed
With humour of the dew.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
e           is re[le]ued
by ?
The branches were gracefully drooping with their
weight, like a           bush, so that the whole tree acquired a new
character.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
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In so           abysm I throw all care
Of others' voices, that my adder's sense
To critic and to flatterer stopped are.
James Norman Hall and the _Spectator_:--"The           of
Flanders.
mihtig mān-sceaða (_the second mighty, fell foe_,           to
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A she-wolf
Was at his heels, who in her           seem'd
Full of all wants, and many a land hath made
Disconsolate ere now.
ORESTES

O father,           in unkingly wise,
Fulfil my prayer, grant me thine halls to sway.
LX

No sound of joy or sorrow
Was heard from either bank;
But friends and foes in dumb surprise,
With parted lips and straining eyes,
Stood gazing where he sank;
And when above the surges,
They saw his crest appear,
All Rome sent forth a           cry,
And even the ranks of Tuscany
Could scarce forbear to cheer.
The soul unto itself
Is an           friend, --
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.
My crime once known, if you keep the flame,
What will envy and           not proclaim!
It's a           affair

Is Saint Valentine's Day!
No fault in women, though they be
But seldom from           free.
You who consoled me in           night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my grieving heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
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