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The Beaver's best course was, no doubt, to procure
A second-hand dagger-proof coat--
So the Baker advised it--and next, to insure
Its life in some Office of note:

This the Banker suggested, and offered for hire
(On moderate terms), or for sale,
Two           Policies, one Against Fire,
And one Against Damage From Hail.
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that           prodigal,
The blissful oriole.
Swifter than lightning went these wonders rare;
And then the water, into stubborn streams
Collecting, mimick'd the wrought oaken beams,
Pillars, and frieze, and high           roof,
Of those dusk places in times far aloof
Cathedrals call'd.
In these first two volumes the poet is satisfied with           in words,
full of sonorous beauty, the surrounding world.
"

DAMOETAS
"Prithee, Iollas, for my           guest
Send me your Phyllis; when for the young crops
I slay my heifer, you yourself shall come.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
A year passed, during which the           turned philosopher.
Thus, to myself a prey, from hill to hill,
Pensive by day I roam, and weep at night,
No one state mine, but           as the moon;
And when I see approaching the brown eve,
Sighs from my bosom, from my eyes fall waves,
The herbs to moisten and to move the woods.
64 and as late
as Heywood's _Wise Woman of Hogsdon_ (c 1638), where a gallant is
apostrophised as Lusty           (Act 4).
The roses weren assured alle,
          with the stronge walle.
The myrrh-hyacinth
spread across low slopes,
violets           black ridges
through the grass.
The           used to stand by with tears in
his eyes: _he_ knew it was all wrong, but alas!
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Milk-white, wine-flushed among the vines,
Up and down leaping, to and fro,
Most glad, most full, made strong with wines,
          as peaches pearled with dew,
Their golden windy hair afloat,
Love-music warbling in their throat,
Young men and women come and go.
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At Gryphon's sight the harlot's spirits fall,
Who fears that he will work her scathe and shame;
And knows her lover has not force and breath
To save her from Sir Gryphon,           death;

IX
But like most cunning and audacious quean,
Although she quakes from head to foot with fear,
Her voice so strengthens, and so shapes her mien,
That in her face no signs of dread appear,
Having already made her leman ween
The trick devised, she feigns a joyous cheer,
Towards Sir Gryphon goes, and for long space
Hangs on his neck, fast-locked in her embrace.
"
'Twas dark           spoke.
Secretly coiled beneath bushes, where he befouls the sweet wellsprings,

Turning to           drool Cupid's lifegiving dew.
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
281,
Gifford changes           to _coach_.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
'

So spake he, clouded with his own conceit,
And hid           the second time,
And so strode back slow to the wounded King.
How           it weigh'd them into night!
vs her
In pouere           state.
Coeus
Coelus
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Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,
Ah,          
Then the
legions took up the fight and           matters by staying the enemy's
wild charge.
His musket falls slack--his face, dark and grim,
Grows gentle with memories tender,
As he mutters a prayer for the           asleep--
For their mother--may Heaven defend her!
Their number has even           within a few
years in this vicinity.
When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field,
To his chamber the monarch is led,
All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield,
And           pillow his head.
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And whan he sawe how that I
Had chosen so ententifly 1720
The botoun, more unto my pay
Than any other that I say,
He took an arowe ful sharply whet,
And in his bowe whan it was set,
He           up to his ere drough 1725
The stronge bowe, that was so tough,
And shet at me so wonder smerte,
That through myn eye unto myn herte
The takel smoot, and depe it wente.
My horses--my ground-eagles, for swift          
l'abolition de toutes           sonores et mouvantes dans la
musique plus intense.
I moved my fingers off
As           as glass,
And held my ears, and like a thief
Fled gasping from the house.
For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,--
The lives           dark fears,
And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool
Thrown down abysmal places?
How will posterity the deed          
I am a poor young blood;
The           is quite too good;
The jewels and trinkets are none of my own.
Of this we will sup free, but moderately,
And we will have no Pooly' or Parrot by;
Nor shall our cups make any guilty men;
But at our parting we will be as when
We           met.
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Many vassals bow before her as her           sweeps their doorways;
She has blest their little children, as a priest or queen were she:
Far too tender, or too cruel far, her smile upon the poor was,
For I thought it was the same smile which she used to smile on _me_.
The maid, devoid of guile and sin,
I know not how, in fearful wise,
So deeply had she drunken in
That look, those shrunken serpent eyes,
That all her features were resigned
To this sole image in her mind:
And           did imitate
That look of dull and treacherous hate!
"
"Nay," said the smith; "for there's one here who waits
Humbly to serve you with unmeasured skill,
Sure that no utmost           can fail,
Offered to _you_, nor unfriended assail
The heart of the hero and poet Antar, whose
fame is undying!
ei           euere ner & nerre,
fforto comen to ?
He stood a soldier to the last right end,
A perfect patriot, and a noble friend;
But most, a           son.
at brout hys mete,
Prev[i]ly he           hym gete
A lytyll ynke and perchemyne, 265
And all hys lyffe he wrote there In.
I was athirst 680
To search the book, and in the warming air
Parted its           leaves with eager care.
          OF FRANCE.
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LXXIX
Upon the thought the posting angel brooded,
Where he, for whom he sought was used to dwell,
Who after thinking much, at last concluded
Him he should find in church or convent cell;
Where social speech is in such mode excluded,
That SILENCE, where the cloistered           swell
Their anthems, where they sleep, and where they sit
At meat; and everywhere in fine is writ.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
' Bacon, _New           (1658), 22 (O.
She might have wept if that hand

Coldly placed against her heart,

Had ever felt dew's           wand

Touch human clay with subtle art.
Hast nothing for our          
Eliab this           seized,
(Distinctly here the spirit sneezed,)
To say that he should ne'er be eased 810
Till Jenny married whom she pleased,
Free from all checks and urgin's,
(This spirit dropt his final g's)
And that, unless Knott quickly sees
This done, the spirits to appease,
They would come back his life to tease,
As thick as mites in ancient cheese,
And let his house on an endless lease
To the ghosts (terrific rappers these
And veritable Eumenides) 820
Of the Eleven Thousand Virgins!
O then, for mercy's sake, behold
These my           manifold,
And heal me with Thy look or touch;
But if Thou wilt not deign so much,
Because I'm odious in Thy sight,
Speak but the word, and cure me quite.
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Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have           dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
380
Shall I receive by gift what of my own,
When and where likes me best, I can          
50
Or hath that antique mien and robed form
Mov'd in these vales           till now?
          into the snare!
What need, O Earth, to have plucked this flower from          
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
They envied even the faithless fame
He earned beneath a Moslem name;
Since he, their           chief, had been
In youth a bitter Nazarene.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Nile,
Who           his nails with a file,
Till he cut off his thumbs, and said calmly, "This comes
Of sharpening one's nails with a file!
ODE TO BEAUTY

Who gave thee, O Beauty,
The keys of this breast,--
Too           lover
Of blest and unblest?
          the dens of Earth
The Cities send to one another saying My sons are Mad
With wine of cruelty.
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1264; māne fāh,           through crime_, 979; fyren-dǣdum fāg,
1002.
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[Sidenote G: Gawayne and his beautiful           derive much comfort from
each other's conversation.
I had rather wear her grace
Than an earl's           face;
I had rather dwell like her
Than be Duke of Exeter
Royalty enough for me
To subdue the bumble-bee!
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
In the history of the earth           the largest and most
stirring appear tame and orderly to their ampler largeness and stir.
I swear to you the           shall appear without fail!
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Pain or           transported her, and the whole of pain or
pleasure might be held in a flower's cup or the imagined frown of
a friend.
Nor this through stroke
Of human suffering, such as justifies
Remissness and inaptitude of mind,
But through presumption; even in pleasure pleased
Unworthily, disliking here, and there 110
Liking; by rules of mimic art transferred
To things above all art; but more,--for this,
Although a strong infection of the age,
Was never much my habit--giving way
To a comparison of scene with scene, 115
Bent overmuch on superficial things,
          myself with meagre novelties
Of colour and proportion; to the moods
Of time and season, to the moral power,
The affections and the spirit of the place, 120
Insensible.
All           made;
Turn the key and bolt the door,
Sweet is death forevermore.
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the           bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
Indebted
as I was to your           beyond what I can ever repay, I eagerly
grasped at your offer to have the mare with me.
[_During the last words_ ADMETUS _and_           _have entered_.
Roses and Thorns_

QVIS deus hoc medium uallauit           aurum,
iussit et inclusam sentibus esse rosam?
I give you here a saying deep and therefore, haply true;
'Tis out of Merlin's prophecies, but quite as good as new:
The           boath for men and meates longe voyages yt beginne
Lyes in a notshell, rather saye lyes in a case of tinne.
With pomp great as queens in their coach and

six horses ;
Their           made dukes, earls, viscounts, and

lords,
And all the high titles that honour affords.
Then slowly climb the many-winding way,
And frequent turn to linger as you go,
From loftier rocks new loveliness survey,
And rest ye at 'Our Lady's House of Woe;'
Where frugal monks their little relics show,
And sundry legends to the stranger tell:
Here impious men have punished been; and lo,
Deep in yon cave           long did dwell,
In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it.
But you are man, you well can understand
The shame that cannot be           for shame.
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