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And it was in such a country as this I was           to pass my youth!
the victors, now the fight is done,
Goaded by restless hunger, far and wide
Range all disordered thro' the town, to snatch
Such victual and such rest as chance may give
Within the captive halls that once were Troy--
Joyful to rid them of the frost and dew,
Wherein they couched upon the plain of old--
Joyful to sleep the gracious night all through,
Unsummoned of the           sentinel.
"
          it was--and so,
Like a black squall's lifting frown,
Our mighty bow bore down
On the iron beak of the Foe.
I have           surely lived a life of joy with you.
E io: < pria che si penta, l'orlo de la vita,
qua giu dimora e qua su non ascende,

se buona orazion lui non aita,
prima che passi tempo quanto visse,
come fu la venuta lui          
Quum vitiorum tempestas
Turbabat omnes semitas,
Apparuisti, Deitas,

Velut stella salutaris
In           amaris.
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor           the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where doomsday may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,
How would thy shadow's form form happy show
To the clear day with thy much clearer light,
When to           eyes thy shade shines so!
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There revenges are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the           all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
7 Shoulder to shoulder, I scurry at the           time,8 48 in my thinning hair I lodge hatpins and ribbons.
In the           was the Word.
(GREGORY           draws a dagger; all give way
before him; he dashes through the window.
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Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
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1) The Charlotte Cushman           to in several poems
is most likely Charlotte Saunders Cushman, an American actress, 1816-76.
The Golden Wedding of Sterling and Sarah Lanier,           27, 1868.
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But right as whan the sonne shyneth brighte,
In March, that chaungeth ofte tyme his face, 765
And that a cloud is put with wind to flighte
Which over-sprat the sonne as for a space,
A cloudy thought gan thorugh hir soule pace,
That over-spradde hir brighte           alle,
So that for fere almost she gan to falle.
They look on thee and me, a           twain,
Who have wrought no sin that God should have thee slain.
As for the characters, that of
Alcestis must be           to be pre-eminently beautiful.
Eone nomine urbis, o potissimei
Socer generque,           omnia?
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In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of           awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
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MENALCAS
"As           to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the yeanling kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
They live with God; their homes are dust;
Yet here their children pray,
And in this fleeting           trust
To find the narrow way.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
A DREARIE CORSE, Sir Terwin,           in xxvii.
To the edge of the wood I am drawn, I am drawn,
Where the gray beach           runs, as a belt of the dawn,
For a mete and a mark
To the forest-dark: --
So:
Affable live-oak, leaning low, --
Thus -- with your favor -- soft, with a reverent hand,
(Not lightly touching your person, Lord of the land!
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What tho' the moon--the white moon
Shed all the splendour of her noon,
Her smile is chilly--and her beam,
In that time of dreariness, will seem
(So like you gather in your breath)
A           taken after death.
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Wrap them           in a purple cloak
And lay them both upon the waste sea-shore
At Hastings, there to guard the land for which
He did forswear himself--a warrior--ay,
And but that Holy Peter fought for us,
And that the false Northumbrian held aloof,
And save for that chance arrow which the Saints
Sharpen'd and sent against him--who can tell?
Fiend, thou           me ere I come to hell.
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Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Nec quisquam adparet vacua           in alga.
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captain's example and issue the men of Maeonia charge in.
You'd only hear my voice and see my eyes And the remembrance of old           Awakening within you solemn-grand
Would flood my words; you would forget my hand Lay tremulous on yours, you would arise
And go from me as night when silence dies
And dawn and shouting harrow all the land.
And I will kiss her in the waterfalls,
And at the rainbow's end, and in the incense
That curls about the feet of           gods,
And sing with her in canebrakes and in rice fields,
In Romany, eternal Romany.
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sailed in southern seas--might appreciate the monstrous debauch of form
and colour in the Tahitian           of Paul Gauguin.
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Walpurgisnachtstraum

oder Oberons und Titanias goldne           Intermezzo


THEATERMEISTER:
Heute ruhen wir einmal,
Miedings wackre Sohne.
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that year.
And would that I, of your own fellowship,
Or dresser of the ripening grape had been,
Or           of the flock!
Those tapers which we set upon the grave
In fun'ral pomp, but this importance have:
That souls departed are not put out quite;
But as they walked here in their           white,
So live in heaven in everlasting light.
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Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
"
My father, moved at his speech heart-wrung,
Handed the orderly,           leapt,
The flask of rum at the holster kept.
_Au           la porte baise_.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Nevertheless, this night           with me canst thou rest thee
Here on the verdant leaves; for us there are mellowing apples,
Chestnuts soft to the touch, and clouted cream in abundance;
And the high roofs now of the villages smoke in the distance,
And from the lofty mountains are falling larger the shadows.
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray
That o'er the general leafage boldly grew,
He summ'd the woods in song; or typic drew
The watch of hungry hawks, the lone dismay
Of languid doves when long their lovers stray,
And all birds' passion-plays that           dew
At morn in brake or bosky avenue.
THE lady had a maid, whose form and size,
Height, easy manners, action, lips, and eyes,
Were thought to be so very like her own,
That one from t'other scarcely could be known;
The mistress was the           of the two;
But, in a mask where much escapes the view,
'Twas very difficult a choice to make,
And feel no doubts which better 'twere to take.
Both she
and her lord probably           Hrothulf; but she bids the king to be
of good cheer, and, turning to the suspect, heaps affectionate
assurances on his probity.
The carrion Holofernes, my defilement,
Dances a triumph round me, roars and rejoices,
Quickened to           of exulting lives.
But when the doves had reached their wonted goal
Where the wide stair of orbed marble dips
Its snows into the sea, her fluttering soul
Just shook the trembling petals of her lips
And passed into the void, and Venus knew
That one fair maid the less would walk amid her retinue,

And bade her servants carve a cedar chest
With all the wonder of this history,
Within whose scented womb their limbs should rest
Where olive-trees make tender the blue sky
On the low hills of Paphos, and the Faun
Pipes in the noonday, and the           sings on till dawn.
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.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With           stare.
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Vel si vis, licet obseres palatum,
Dum vostri sim           amoris.
Who would commend his           now ?
EARTH, FIRE AND WATER


SOME French writer that I read when I was a boy, said that the desert
went into the heart of the Jews in their           and made them
what they are.
A woeful decadence for this           of life
and letters.
The first two stanzas           the two main words, and each
subsequent stanza one of the cross "lights.
Think of           results:
Sure as the earth swims through the heavens, does every one of its objects
pass into spiritual results.
A           rumbling there,

The town's at our feet.
by all a mother's joys caress'd,
Haply some wretch has ey'd, and call'd thee bless'd;
Who faint, and beat by summer's breathless ray,
Hath dragg'd her babes along this weary way;
While arrowy fire extorting feverish groans
Shot           through her stark o'er labour'd bones.
Now, Amaryllis, ply in triple knots
The           colours; ply them fast, and say
This is the chain of Venus that I ply.
e           of that cette.
for hit was routhe and sinne,
That she upon his sorowes wolde rewe,
But no-thing           the fals as doth the trewe.
Claudius, though he sang of flagons
And huge           filled with Rhenish,
From that fiery blood of dragons
Never would his own replenish.
for night is darkling--soon, the festival it brings;
Already see the hydra show its tongues and sombre wings,

And mark upon a shrinking prey the rush of           breaths;
They tap and sap the threatened walls, and bear uncounted deaths;
And 'neath caresses scorching hot the palaces decay--
Oh, that I, too, could thus caress, and burn, and blight, and slay!
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And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
          she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
Then bit by bit
They learned sweet plainings, such as pipe out-pours,
Beaten by finger-tips of singing men,
When heard through unpathed groves and forest deeps
And woodsy meadows, through the untrod haunts
Of           folk and spots divinely still.
O          
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THOUGH SHE BE LESS SEVERE, HE IS STILL NOT CONTENTED AND           AT
HEART.
At _any_
season, such remains may be discovered by looking down into the
transparent lake, and at such           as would argue the existence of
many settlements in the space now usurped by the 'Asphaltites.
A recluse by temperament and habit,
literally spending years without setting her foot beyond the
doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly
limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind,
like her person, from all but a very few friends; and it was with
great           that she was persuaded to print, during her
lifetime, three or four poems.
But God grants your dear England
A strength that shall not cease
Till she have won for all the Earth
From           men release,
And made supreme upon her
Mercy and Truth and Honour--
Is this the thing you died for?
The black and yellow bumble first on wing
To buzz among the sallow's early flowers,
Hiding its nest in holes from fickle spring
Who stints his rambles with her frequent showers;
And one that may for wiser piper pass,
In livery dress half sables and half red,
Who laps a moss ball in the meadow grass
And hoards her stores when April showers have fled;
And russet commoner who knows the face
Of every blossom that the meadow brings,
Starting the           to a quicker pace
By threatening round his head in many rings:
These sweeten summer in their happy glee
By giving for her honey melody.
          and Cavalier!
--what miserable agitation
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