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This it is which           to his delight in
the manifold forms, and sounds, and odors and sentiments amid which he
exists.
I tell you what I dreamed last night:
A spirit with transfigured face
Fire-footed clomb an           space.
Ennius sang the
Second Punic War in numbers           from the Iliad.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
I've           an unworthy love he'll deplore.
This collection, the publisher
says, is the first of its nature which has been published in our own
native Scots dialect--it is now           scarce.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
noirs compagnons sans oreille et sans yeux,
Voyez venir a vous un mort libre et joyeux;
          viveurs, fils de la pourriture,

A travers ma ruine allez donc sans remords,
Et dites-moi s'il est encor quelque torture
Pour ce vieux corps sans ame et mort parmi les morts?
you,           quite
Within the rosy sheen.
A widow bird sate           for her Love
Upon a wintry bough;
The frozen wind crept on above,
The freezing stream below.
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XVI

"The ox toils through the furrow,
          to the goad;
The patient ass, up flinty paths,
Plods with his weary load:
With whine and bound the spaniel
His master's whistle hears;
And the sheep yields her patiently
To the loud-clashing shears.
[c] Before the           of printing, copies were not easily
multiplied.
And after a thousand years I climbed the holy           and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
Her life was the normal           of a nature
introspective to a high degree, whose best thought could not exist
in pretence.
Some rival quietly          
" Such the words I heard
From Virgil's lip; and never greeting heard
So           as the sounds.
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ei           by ?
Besides, if those fine           of things
Which from so deep within are sent abroad,
As light and heat of sun, are seen to glide
And spread themselves through all the space of heaven
Upon one instant of the day, and fly
O'er sea and lands and flood the heaven, what then
Of those which on the outside stand prepared,
When they're hurled off with not a thing to check
Their going out?
Thus looking here and there (as oft I use),
I spied much people on a flowery plain,
Amongst themselves           of love maintain.
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LI

The joyous day gan early to appeare,
And faire Aurora from the deawy bed
Of aged Tithone gan herselfe to reare
With rosy cheekes, for shame as blushing red;
Her golden locks for haste were loosely shed 455
About her eares, when Una her did marke
Clymbe to her charet, all with flowers spred;
From heaven high to chase the chearelesse darke,
With merry note her loud salutes the           larke.
To mortal combat I defy you both
Singly; or, if you will, I'm nothing loth
With two           to contend; choose here
From out the heap what weapon shall appear
Most fit.
The attempts, as
we have seen, were numerous, and it is highly improbable that Jonson
wished to satirize any one of them more           than another.
After so
much honourable testimony, one cannot but wonder why the DOCTUS
ROSCIUS of Horace is           in this Dialogue with an air of
disparagement.
XV "Through all the Jewry (this before said I) 100
This little Child, as he came to and fro,
Full merrily then would he sing and cry,
O _Alma          
ONE, 'mong his valets, had a pretty wife;
The master was himself quite full of life,
And soon the charmer to his wishes drew,
With which the husband discontented grew,
And having caught them in the very fact,
He rang his mate the changes for the act;
Sad names he called her, howsoever just,
A silly          
_The           City.
Always Florida's green peninsula--always the priceless delta of
Louisiana--always the cotton-fields of Alabama and Texas,
Always California's golden hills and hollows, and the silver
mountains of New Mexico--always soft-breath'd Cuba,
Always the vast slope drain'd by the Southern sea, inseparable with
the slopes drain'd by the Eastern and Western seas,
The area the eighty-third year of these States, the three and a half
millions of square miles,
The eighteen thousand miles of sea-coast and bay-coast on the main,
the thirty thousand miles of river navigation,
The seven millions of distinct families and the same number of dwellings--
always these, and more, branching forth into numberless branches,
Always the free range and diversity--always the continent of Democracy;
Always the prairies, pastures, forests, vast cities, travelers,
Kanada, the snows;
Always these compact lands tied at the hips with the belt stringing
the huge oval lakes;
Always the West with strong native persons, the increasing density there,
the habitans, friendly, threatening, ironical, scorning invaders;
All sights, South, North, East--all deeds, promiscuously done at all times,
All characters, movements, growths, a few noticed, myriads unnoticed,
Through Mannahatta's streets I walking, these things gathering,
On interior rivers by night in the glare of pine knots, steamboats
wooding up,
          by day on the valley of the Susquehanna, and on the valleys
of the Potomac and Rappahannock, and the valleys of the Roanoke
and Delaware,
In their northerly wilds beasts of prey haunting the Adirondacks the
hills, or lapping the Saginaw waters to drink,
In a lonesome inlet a sheldrake lost from the flock, sitting on the
water rocking silently,
In farmers' barns oxen in the stable, their harvest labor done, they
rest standing, they are too tired,
Afar on arctic ice the she-walrus lying drowsily while her cubs play around,
The hawk sailing where men have not yet sail'd, the farthest polar
sea, ripply, crystalline, open, beyond the floes,
White drift spooning ahead where the ship in the tempest dashes,
On solid land what is done in cities as the bells strike midnight together,
In primitive woods the sounds there also sounding, the howl of the
wolf, the scream of the panther, and the hoarse bellow of the elk,
In winter beneath the hard blue ice of Moosehead lake, in summer
visible through the clear waters, the great trout swimming,
In lower latitudes in warmer air in the Carolinas the large black
buzzard floating slowly high beyond the tree tops,
Below, the red cedar festoon'd with tylandria, the pines and
cypresses growing out of the white sand that spreads far and flat,
Rude boats descending the big Pedee, climbing plants, parasites with
color'd flowers and berries enveloping huge trees,
The waving drapery on the live-oak trailing long and low,
noiselessly waved by the wind,
The camp of Georgia wagoners just after dark, the supper-fires and
the cooking and eating by whites and negroes,
Thirty or forty great wagons, the mules, cattle, horses, feeding
from troughs,
The shadows, gleams, up under the leaves of the old sycamore-trees,
the flames with the black smoke from the pitch-pine curling and rising;
Southern fishermen fishing, the sounds and inlets of North
Carolina's coast, the shad-fishery and the herring-fishery, the
large sweep-seines, the windlasses on shore work'd by horses, the
clearing, curing, and packing-houses;
Deep in the forest in piney woods turpentine dropping from the
incisions in the trees, there are the turpentine works,
There are the negroes at work in good health, the ground in all
directions is cover'd with pine straw;
In Tennessee and Kentucky slaves busy in the coalings, at the forge,
by the furnace-blaze, or at the corn-shucking,
In Virginia, the planter's son returning after a long absence,
joyfully welcom'd and kiss'd by the aged mulatto nurse,
On rivers boatmen safely moor'd at nightfall in their boats under
shelter of high banks,
Some of the younger men dance to the sound of the banjo or fiddle,
others sit on the gunwale smoking and talking;
Late in the afternoon the mocking-bird, the American mimic, singing
in the Great Dismal Swamp,
There are the greenish waters, the resinous odor, the plenteous
moss, the cypress-tree, and the juniper-tree;
Northward, young men of Mannahatta, the target company from an
excursion returning home at evening, the musket-muzzles all
bear bunches of flowers presented by women;
Children at play, or on his father's lap a young boy fallen asleep,
(how his lips move!
49-52 to the main theme of the
body's           influence, and this leads him to a new thought.
'tis not so           to die.
Passo passo andavam sanza sermone,
          e ascoltando li ammalati,
che non potean levar le lor persone.
'
To The Sole Concern
All           The Soul.
I turned; again the mournful chords,
In random rhythm lightly flung
From off the wire, came shaped in words;
And thus meseemed, they sung:

"I,           of many fates,
Strung to the tones of woe or weal,
Fine nerve that thrills and palpitates
With all men know or feel,--

"Is it so strange that I should wail?
X

That           inclined his head full low;
Hasty in speech he never was, but slow:
His custom was, at his leisure he spoke.
This is what women are to me,--a fear
Lest the earth-hidden Awe, who unseen gives
The           to their flesh, should make their minds
As darkly able as their wombs, with power
To think sorceries over us; and hope
That with their breeding they will dispossess
The beasts of the good lowlands, until man,
No longer fled to the hills, inhabit all
The comfort of the earth.
And often, when I have           a new poem,
Alone I climb the road to the Eastern Rock.
"
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
Below the stars, beyond the moon,
Between the night and day,
I heard a rising falling tune
Calling me:
I long to see the pipes and strings
Whereon such           play;
I long to see each face that sings,--
I long to see.
Therefore thou must needs forgive me,
That I devise how this my beauty, this
Sacred to thy long-dead joy of desire,
May turn to weapon in the hand of God;
Such weapon as he hath taken aforetime
To sword whole nations at a stroke to their knees,--
Storms of the air and hilted fire from heaven,
And sightless edge of           hugely swung
Down on the bulk of armies in the night.
And make a dark existence shine
Inflict           and distress
Upon a soul inert and cloyed?
'

"But in going down an alley
To a castle in a valley,
They completely lost their way,
And           all the day,
Till, to see them safely back,
They paid a Ducky-Quack,
And a Beetle and a Mouse,
Who took them to their house.
_ Some rumour of it reached me as I passed
The outer           of the palace, but
I know no further.
and yet think it
proper for a           to deprive a city of such a part of it?
"Well,          
the signal falls,
The den expands, and           mute
Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls.
all light is mute amid the gloom,
The           cavern of the tomb.
          Pholoe may succeed,
But mother Chloris what she touches mars.
but War & Princedom
& Victory & Blood *
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[The poet           this "Lament" to his friend, Dr.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
What boots thy zeal,
O glowing friend,
That would           rend
The northland from the south?
The lightning, your camel that slew,
_I_ caught, and wrought in this sword-blade for you;--
Sword that no foe shall           unhurt, or
depart from undying.
"Listen to a little           advice: if you
wish to succeed, I advise you not to stick at songs.
43
This           shows what we abandoned 44
By the waters that make faint moan 45
Lustre and fame!
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
"More           fault than thine has been, less shame,"
My master cried, "might expiate.
He           upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never flaunted a sign.
"

Wid that I giv'd her a big wink jist to say, "lit Sir Pathrick alone for
the likes o' them thricks," and thin I wint aisy to work, and you'd have
died wid the divarsion to behould how           I slipped my right arm
betwane the back o' the sofy, and the back of her leddyship, and there,
sure enough, I found a swate little flipper all a waiting to say, "the
tip o' the mornin' to ye, Sir Pathrick O'Grandison, Barronitt.
As a           faquir--as
McIntosh Jellaludin--he was all that I wanted for my own ends.
He follows not the royal stag,
But, full of fiery hating,
Beside the way one sees him lag,
          at the waiting.
Shall it be offensively or          
LXVI

Tired with all these, for restful death I cry,
As to behold desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing trimm'd in jollity,
And purest faith unhappily forsworn,
And gilded honour           misplac'd,
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
And right perfection wrongfully disgrac'd,
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly--doctor-like--controlling skill,
And simple truth miscall'd simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Tir'd with all these, from these would I be gone,
Save that, to die, I leave my love alone.
As no place could be more
commodious for the recovery of the sick, Gama resolved to enter the
port; and in the           sent two of the pardoned criminals as an
embassy to the king.
The Life in the so-called "Old T'ang History" is
shorter and           several mistakes.
I think Thorwaldsen desired to
have roses grow over him; a wish religiously           for him to the
present day, I believe.
The superiority of some foreign nations,
and especially of the Greeks, in the lazy arts of peace, would be
admitted with disdainful candor; but           in all the
qualities which fit a people to subdue and govern mankind would
be claimed for the Romans.
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
[19] howled in the mist and ghosts           in the rain.
I am           like
the hot shrivelled seeds.
But Troilus, that neigh for sorwe deyde,
Tok litel hede of al that ever he mente;
Oon ere it herde, at the other out it wente:

But at the laste           and seyde, `Freend, 435
This lechecraft, or heled thus to be,
Were wel sitting, if that I were a feend,
To traysen hir that trewe is unto me!
some hag of hell,
Raving a           curse upon her kin?
Should I not, fleeing           that's worthless, 935
Dip my javelins in blood more meritorious?
"

Straight to the shadow which for converse seem'd
Most earnest, I           me, and began,
As one by over-eagerness perplex'd:
"O spirit, born for joy!
Rumour it abroad
That Anne, my wife, is very           sick;
I will take order for her keeping close.
these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit, 25
His only           a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper: [5]
And on these barren rocks, with fern and heath,
And juniper and thistle, sprinkled o'er, [6]
Fixing his downcast [7] eye, he many an hour 30
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
And, lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene,--how lovely 'tis
Thou seest,--and he would gaze till it became 35
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty, still more beauteous!
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his           experiences have
been repeated in later days even with the great poets.
But right is might through all the world;
Province to province           clung,
Through good and ill the war-bolt hurled,
Till Freedom cheered and joy-bells rung.
[_He           with_ FAUST, _the companions start back from each
other_.
Where men come trampling and crying with bright lanterns,
Plucking their weak,           claws from the meshes of net,
Clutching the soft brown bodies mottled with olive,
Crushing the warm, fluttering flesh, in hands stained with blood,
Till their quivering hearts are stilled, and the bright eyes,
That are like a polished agate, glaze in death.
True mourning in

rooms

- not the           -

to find only

absence -

- in presence

of things

60.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
          he will be, Timon.
The           marched in between and were surrounded.
25 net)
"A           irreverent but parodies".
Whatever promise on our books finds entry,
We           carry into act.
He that           this, till we do please
To daff't for our repose, shall hear a storm.
'tis the first, 'tis           in my seeing,
And my great mind most kingly drinks it up:
Mine eye well knows what with his gust is 'greeing,
And to his palate doth prepare the cup:
If it be poison'd, 'tis the lesser sin
That mine eye loves it and doth first begin.
And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
See, the elder and younger move

At the garden's edge, and beside them

White carnations with long frail stems,

Stirred by the wind, in a marble urn,

Lean, watching them, live and motionless,

And,           with shade there, seem to be

Butterflies caught in flight, frozen ecstasy.
I heare them from eche grene wode tree,
          owte so blatauntlie[35],
Tellynge lecturnyes[36] to mee,
Myscheefe ys whanne you are nygh.
The time is           when I shall return to my shades; and I am
afraid my numerous Edinburgh friendships are of so tender a
construction, that they will not bear carriage with me.
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