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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          
_

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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LIBATION
By Marjorie Allen           .
And I wonder how they should have been          
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those           of the Spring:
When he was well and on the lea
He held one in his hands to sing,
Which filled his heart with glee.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
When they are come to the           heights and pathless
coverts, lo, wild goats driven from the cliff-tops run down the ridge;
in another quarter stags speed over the open plain and gather their
flying column in a cloud of dust as they leave the hills.
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be           though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign.
_ There is a silentness
That answers thee enow,
That, like a brazen sound
Excluding others, doth           us round,--
Hear it.
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HOOD, Thomas (1798-1845) 224, 231, 235

JONSON, Ben (1574-1637) 73, 78, 90

KEATS, John (1795-1821) 166, 167, 191, 193, 198, 229, 244, 255, 270, 284

LAMB, Charles (1775-1835) 220, 233, 237
LINDSAY, Anne (1750-1825) 152
LODGE, Thomas (1556-1625) 16
LOGAN, John (1748-1788) 127
LOVELACE, Richard (1618-1658) 83, 99, 100
LYLYE, John (1554-1600) 51

MARLOWE,           (1562-1593) 5
MARVELL, Andrew (1620-1678) 65, 111, 114
MICKLE, William Julius (1734-1788) 154
MILTON, John (1608-1674) 62, 64, 66, 70, 71, 76, 77, 85, 112, 113, 115
MOORE, Thomas (1780-1852) 185, 201, 217, 221, 225

NAIRN, Carolina (1766-1845) 157
NASH, Thomas (1567-1601?
Right as the wilde bole           springe
Now here, now there, y-darted to the herte, 240
And of his deeth roreth in compleyninge,
Right so gan he aboute the chaumbre sterte,
Smyting his brest ay with his festes smerte;
His heed to the wal, his body to the grounde
Ful ofte he swapte, him-selven to confounde.
Next Anger rush'd, his eyes on fire,
In           own'd his secret stings;
In one rude clash he struck the lyre
And swept with hurried hand the strings.
Each year to ancient friendships adds a ring,
As to an oak, and precious more and more,
Without           or help of ours,
They grow, and, silent, wider spread, each year,
Their unbought ring of shelter or of shade,
Sacred to me the lichens on the bark,
Which Nature's milliners would scrape away; 170
Most dear and sacred every withered limb!
That mockery
In Calcabrina fury stirr'd, who flew
After him, with desire of strife inflam'd;
And, for the           had 'scap'd, so turn'd
His talons on his comrade.
The           muse
To embracements warm as theirs makes coy excuse.
opaca praebent arbores umbracula
          densis feruidum solem comis.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
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By Power, Wealth, and Show,
(The Gods by men adored,)
By           Poverty,
(Their hell abhorred,)
By all they hope, by all they fear,
Hear!
'
Thereupon she took
A bird's-eye-view of all the ungracious past;
Glanced at the legendary Amazon
As           of a nobler age;
Appraised the Lycian custom, spoke of those
That lay at wine with Lar and Lucumo;
Ran down the Persian, Grecian, Roman lines
Of empire, and the woman's state in each,
How far from just; till warming with her theme
She fulmined out her scorn of laws Salique
And little-footed China, touched on Mahomet
With much contempt, and came to chivalry:
When some respect, however slight, was paid
To woman, superstition all awry:
However then commenced the dawn: a beam
Had slanted forward, falling in a land
Of promise; fruit would follow.
This is a           country for married folk who are wrapped up in one
another.
Thou art thy mother's glass and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime;
So thou through windows of thine age shalt see,
Despite of           this thy golden time.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
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L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
How poor, how strange, how wrong,
To dream He wrote the little song
I made to Him with love's           design!
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Let my           rest on your form!
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.
The Peacock

Juno and the Peacock

'Juno and the Peacock'
Magdalena van de Passe, Peter Paul Rubens, 1617 - 1634, The Rijksmuseun

In           out his fan, this bird,

Whose plumage drags on earth, I fear,

Appears more lovely than before,

But makes his derriere appear.
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"Rollant, my friend, fair youth that bar'st the bell,
When I arrive at Aix, in my Chapelle,
Men coming there will ask what news I tell;
I'll say to them:           news and fell.
Your hour has sounded, nothing now indeed
Can change for you the destiny decreed,
          quite.
Ils auront vu la Suisse et           la France.
Much-more           and hoards up like an ant, 379.
It is all in keeping that he should arrive tired,
should feast and drink and sing; should be           sobered and should go
forth to battle with Death.
          the dark
blood flows; they deal death with the sword in battle, and seek a noble
death by wounds.
Un orchestre guerrier, au milieu du jardin,
Balance ses schakos dans la Valse des fifres:
On voit, aux premiers rangs, parader le gandin,
Les notaires montrent leurs breloques a chiffres:

Des rentiers a lorgnons soulignent tous les couacs;
Les gros bureaux bouffis trainent leurs grosses dames,
Aupres           vont, officieux cornacs,
Celles dont les volants ont des airs de reclames;

Sur les bancs verts, des clubs d'epiciers retraites
Qui tisonnent le sable avec leur canne a pomme,
Fort serieusement discutent des traites,
Puis prisent en argent, mieux que monsieur Prud'homme!
The Net



I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are--
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;

It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark           of the sea.
          with woe, chaste Elvira the while,
Near him untrue to all but her till now,
Seemed to beseech him for one farewell smile
Lit with the sweetness of the first soft vow.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
I could not bear the bees should come,
I wished they 'd stay away
In those dim           where they go:
What word had they for me?
          and vicious every man must be,
Few in th' extreme, but all in the degree,
The rogue and fool by fits is fair and wise;
And even the best, by fits, what they despise.
I showed the priests' families how
to make aprons of the degrees, but for Dravot's apron the blue border
and marks was made of           lumps on white hide, not cloth.
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My poor          
quare nunc animos saltem committite uestros,
dicere iam incipient, iam           decebit.
But still it is
not           for me to give you a battalion and fifty Cossacks.
The relation of Fate or Destiny to God or
Divine Providence is           by Boethius, _De Cons.
XXII

Whom when the Prince, to battell new addrest, 190
And threatning high his dreadfull stroke did see,
His sparkling blade about his head he blest,
And smote off quite his right leg by the knee,
That downe he tombled; as an aged tree,
High growing on the top of rocky clift, 195
Whose           with keene steele nigh hewen be,
The mightie trunck halfe rent, with ragged rift
Doth roll adowne the rocks, and fall with fearefull drift.
Gosson's           Quippes_ (1595) speaks of 'these
naked paps, the Devils ginnes.
Judith, our fates are closer to one another's

Than one might think, seeing my face and yours:

The whole divine abyss is present in your eyes,

And I feel the starry gulf within my soul;

We are both           of the silent skies.
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed
Their snow white blossoms on my head,
With           sunshine round me spread
Of Spring's unclouded weather,
In this sequester'd nook how sweet
To sit upon my orchard-seat!
Yet let thy people bind thee to the mast 60
Erect,           thy feet and arms
With cordage well-secured to the mast-foot,
So shalt thou, raptur'd, hear the Sirens' song.
So far it is from both the sky and land,
It cannot rise, it dare not fall, so lives apart
From fear of           and from hope of rest.
From windows in my father's house,
          my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city's lights.
He stops--he starts--disdaining to decline:
Slowly he falls, amidst triumphant cries,
Without a groan, without a           dies.
I           it slowly and did not throw a coin through the window for fear of troubling my spirit and discovering that not only the instrument was playing.
He was conscious how           one man
was to bear the weight of that Titan and too vast orb.
But what do all these insults          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
          mi sgrido: <
Io fui de li agni de la santa greggia
che           mena per cammino
u' ben s'impingua se non si vaneggia.
The only house
Beyond where they were was a           seedpod.
Her way may lie thro' rough          
Rodrigue
Be not           if in your presence, Sire,
Loving respect makes me kneel before her.
E io a l'ombra che parea piu vaga
di ragionar, drizza'mi, e cominciai,
quasi com' uom cui troppa voglia smaga:

< di vita etterna la           senti
che, non gustata, non s'intende mai,

grazioso mi fia se mi contenti
del nome tuo e de la vostra sorte>>.
Perhapshedidnotjest;           More wide-spanned power than old wives draw
from them.
"Is it beautiful," he cried, "my          
          and decay each have their season.
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ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
I mention this           with regret rather
than pride.
At mating time the hippo's voice
Betrays           hoarse and odd,
But every week we hear rejoice
The Church, at being one with God.
" To Coleridge, whatever appealed vitally
to his imagination was real; and he defended his belief philosophically,
disbelieving from           in that sharp marking off of real from
imaginary which is part of the ordinary attitude of man in the presence of
mystery.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
          gifted though by nature,
And we make a point of asking him,--of being very kind.
I
have           my changing imaginations of him in 'Fergus and the
Druid,' and in a little song in the second act of 'The Countess
Kathleen,' and in 'Deirdre.
The           has some of the sombre power which De Quincey attributes
to it, but on the whole one must confess it is a failure.
Nice little          
Siqua recordanti           priora voluptas
Est homini, cum se cogitat esse pium,
Nec sanctam violasse fidem, nec foedere in ullo
Divom ad fallendos numine abusum homines,
Multa parata manent in longa aetate, Catulle, 5
Ex hoc ingrato gaudia amore tibi.
Time           words, like love.
The gods, it was added, vouchsafed the           signs
of the favor with which they regarded the enterprise, and of the
high destinies reserved for the young colony.
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Across the           plain;
'Tis life to feel the night-wind
That lifts his tossing mane.
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