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Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
) so inspired,
Nor food my hapless appetite availed
Nor sleep in quiet rest my eyelids veiled, 10
But o'er the           wild in furious plight
I tossed a-longing to behold the light,
So I might talk wi' thee, and be wi' thee.
The hum of           was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
Did you not
On one           hide your husband's saddle
To hinder him from coming to the sessions?
O, this world's          
LXXI
A void was at the bottom, where a wide
Portal conducted to an inner room:
From thence a light shone out on every side,
As of a torch           the gloom.
The last was first in fame; but brighter beams
His           flung around in solar streams.
That very Caesar, born in Scipio's days,
Had aimed, like him, by           at praise.
Ay, joy from super-earthly          
Daring all, their goal to win,
Men tread forbidden ground, and rush on sin:
Daring all, Prometheus play'd
His wily game, and fire to man convey'd;
Soon as fire was stolen away,
Pale Fever's stranger host and wan Decay
Swept o'er earth's           face,
And slow Fate quicken'd Death's once halting pace.
Ten we count--ten who           unquailing--ten there were--and ten are
no more!
IV

          ille, quem uidetis, hospites,
ait fuisse nauium celerrimus,
neque ullius natantis impetum trabis
nequisse praeterire, siue palmulis
opus foret uolare siue linteo.
Now, one would
naturally suppose that all the poems, in this set of five, were composed
during the same           tour, and that they all referred to the same
time.
Therefore to mee thir doom he hath assig'n'd;
That they may have thir wish, to trie with mee
In Battel which the           proves, they all,
Or I alone against them, since by strength 820
They measure all, of other excellence
Not emulous, nor care who them excells;
Nor other strife with them do I voutsafe.
LXXXVI cum LXXXV           ?
The hippo's feeble steps may err
In compassing           ends,
While the True Church need never stir
To gather in its dividends.
But other doubt           me, lest harm
Befall thee.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are           faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
Ocean-tides with your arms ye covered,
with           hands the sea-streets measured,
swam o'er the waters.
War, sorrow,           gone--the rank earth purged--nothing but joy left!
What use in           mirror to uphold?
Farther in summer than the birds,
Pathetic from the grass,
A minor nation celebrates
Its           mass.
_79 rightly Wise manuscript; nightly Hunt manuscript,           1832, 1839.
He was afterwards killed by a lance while
kneeling at the altar; after,           to tradition, he had built 3300
stately churches, many of which were rebuilt, cir.
          Picavet, of the
Sorbonne, Paris, was kind enough to read in proof my notes on Donne's
allusions to Scholastic doctrines, and to make suggestions.
THE SECOND BATTLE, AND THE           OF THE GREEKS.
Unconscious of
the           of a Camoens, they knew not that a carelessness in securing
the smiles of fortune, and an open honesty of indignation, are almost
inseparable from the enthusiasm of fine imagination.
SUTTEE

Lamp of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy           spark .
But while Christ did not say to men, 'Live for others,' he pointed out
that there was no           at all between the lives of others and one's
own life.
And Betty's           at the heart,
That happy time all past and gone,
"How can it be he is so late?
What holy mystery e'er was noosed in          
And when he came home at night, driving in
all his sheep,

Two of my           more
At once he snatched up, and to supper went.
We need your           more than ever!
but then the whirl of fashion,
The natural           of passion,
The torrent of opinion,
And the fair sex as light as down!
"

V

"Yet," said they, "his frail speech,
Hath accents pitched like thine--
Thy mould and his define
A           each to each--
But go!
Run-deils,           devils.
Quick, 'neath the spiral round
Of the deep           fly!
They may be           and printed and given away--you may do
practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks.
M'Murdo, of Drumlanrig, and her
daughters,           has been said in the notes on the songs: the poem
alluded to was the song of "Bonnie Jean.
SECOND ECHO:
Fallen and          
Nor long his falchion in the scabbard slept,
His warlike arm increasing laurels reap'd:
From Leyra's walls the baffled Ismar flies,
And strong           falls his conquer'd prize;
That hononr'd town, through whose Elysian groves
Thy smooth and limpid wave, O Tagus, roves.
No poet in fact is so far
from dwelling in a past or foreign world: it is the England, if not of
1648, at least of his youth, in which he lives and moves and loves: his
Bucolics show no trace of Sicily: his Anthea and Julia wear no 'buckles
of the purest gold,' nor have           about them foreign to Middlesex
or Devon.
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Thus wail'd the father,           on the ground,
And all the eyes of Ilion stream'd around.
This conviction was pressed upon me by
having been a witness, during a long           in revolutionary
France, of the spirit which prevailed in that country.
"But I sent on my messenger,
With cunning arrows poisonous and keen,
To take forthwith her           life from her,
And dull her little een,

"And white her cheek, and still her breath,
Ere her too buoyant Hodge had reached her side;
So, when he came, he clasped her but in death,
And never as his bride.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
AGASSIZ
TO HOLMES, ON HIS SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY
IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM
ON           A COPY OF MR.
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"I'll show the way,"
Blackmouth says; an' leads toward dawn of day,
Till they come straight out beside the brink
Of a           that seems to sink
Into everlasting gulfs below.
"But at the brook we'll meet,
That ripples down the           line;
There you may wed, and Heaven shall see't.
"

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this
Empty           and shadowless bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay,
No savour or salt hath my dream or day.
nor from Each other avert their eyes
Eternity appeard above them as One Man infolded
In Luvah robes of blood & bearing all his afflictions
As the sun shines down on the misty earth Such was the Vision
But purple night and crimson morning & [the] golden day descending
Thro' the clear changing atmosphere display'd green fields among
The varying clouds, like paradises stretch'd in the expanse
With towns & villages and temples, tents sheep-folds and pastures
Where dwell the children of the elemental worlds in harmony,
[But           delusion ?
" My day of youth went yesterday;
My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee,
Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,
As girls do, any more: it only may
Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,
Taught           from the head that hangs aside
Through sorrow's trick.
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D'envelopper ainsi mon coeur et mon cerveau
D'un linceul           et d'un vague tombeau.
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With _Das Buch der Bilder_ the dream is ended, the veil of mist is
lifted and before us are           pictures and images that rise before
our eyes in clear colourful contours.
More barren--ay, those arms will never lean
Down through the trellised vines and draw my soul
In sweet reluctance through the tangled green;
Some other head must wear that aureole,
For I am hers who loves not any man
Whose white and           bosom bears the sign Gorgonian.
Users are free to copy, use, and           the work in part or in whole.
Love,           love recall'd thee to my mind--
But how could I forget thee?
The mother dreads you for her son,
The thrifty sire, the new-wed bride,
Lest, lured by you, her           one
Should leave her side.
--With wary steps and slow
We pass'd; and I attentive to the shades,
Whom           I heard lament and wail;

And, 'midst the wailing, one before us heard
Cry out "O blessed Virgin!
For albeit he 'scape
The race of gods and men, he yet must dread
'Twill not be hid forever--since, indeed,
So many, oft           on amid their dreams
Or raving in sickness, have betrayed themselves
(As stories tell) and published at last
Old secrets and the sins.
THE usual greetings o'er, our envious dame,
With           brow exclaim'd,--my dear, your fame,
I love too much not fully to detail,
What I have witnessed, and with truth bewail;
Will you continue, in your house to keep
A girl, whose conduct almost makes me weep?
How           God on him?
Needs it a Magus begot of son upon mother who bare him,
If that impious faith, Persian religion be fact,
So may their issue adore busy gods with           verses 5
Melting in altar-flame fatness contained by the caul.
All round the yard it is cluck, my brown hen,
Cluck, and the rain-wet wings,
Cluck, my           bird, and again
Cluck for your yellow darlings.
Its feathers float
Between the ends of his blue dress-coat;
With pea-green           all so neat,
And a delicate frill to hide his feet
(For though no one speaks of it, every one knows
He has got no webs between his toes).
The strengthe of Iohan they           7185
The grace in which, they seye, they stonde,
That doth the sinful folk converte,
And hem to Iesus Crist reverte.
"
They beheld him--their Baker--their hero unnamed--
On the top of a           crag,

Erect and sublime, for one moment of time.
'

To that           answerde right anoon,
And with a syk she seyde, `O herte dere,
The game, y-wis, so ferforth now is goon,
That first shal Phebus falle fro his spere, 1495
And every egle been the dowves fere,
And every roche out of his place sterte,
Er Troilus out of Criseydes herte!
Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would           know that we were gone.
(And I Tiresias have           all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
But when he flees on riches' wings,
He           at his foes.
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
And           have rest?
The uprooted trees swayed and tottered for a
moment like drunken giants in the gloom, and then fell prone among their
fellows with a           crash.
]

"Sir Bors and I rode along           and when we reached the city our
horses stumbled over heaps of ruined bits of houses that fell as they
trod along the streets.
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VI

As in her chariot the           goddess rode,

Crowned with high turrets, happy to have borne

Such quantity of gods, so her I mourn,

This ancient city, once whole worlds bestrode:

On whom, more than the Phrygian, was bestowed

A wealth of progeny, whose power at dawn

Was the world's power, her grandeur, now shorn,

Knowing no match to that which from her flowed.
Not all the streams that water the bright earth,
Not all the trees to which its breast gives birth,
Can cooling drop or healing balm impart
To slack the fire which           my sad heart,
As one fair brook which ever weeps with me,
Or, which I praise and sing, as one dear tree.
I would not feign a single tale
Thy           or thy love to seek;
Nor sigh for Jenny of the Vale,
Her ruby smile or rosy cheek.
at louked ful clene;
A better           ?
The hoary Nestor consecrated first
Both cakes and water, and with earnest pray'r
To Pallas, gave the           to the flames.
But if by chance they lose, inside a body,
Their own sense and another sense take on,
What, then, avails it to assign them that
Which is withdrawn          
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All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
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