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Thus our terrestrial glories fade away,
Our triumphs pass the pageants of a day;
Our fields exchange their lords, our           fall,
And thrones are wrapt in Hades' funeral pall
Yet virtue seldom gains what vice had lost,
And oft the hopes of good desert are cross'd.
Can I punish the father of          
THE TOMBS IN           ABBEY.
"
Then by the rule that made the horse-tail bear,
I pluck out year by year, as hair by hair,
And melt down ancients like a heap of snow:
While you to measure merits, look in Stowe,
And           authors by the year
Bestow a garland only on a bier.
THE           AND THE SUGAR-TONGS.
But it's the           big
figgur that I ave, for the rason o' which all the ladies fall in love
wid me.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
"I will equip you as ourang-outangs,"           the dwarf; "leave all
that to me.
Timely wise accept the terms,
Soften the fall with wary foot;
A little while
Still plan and smile,
And,--fault of novel germs,--
Mature the           fruit.
O father, mock not at a public fear,
But tell us, is this pendent hell in heaven
A harm to          
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with           mutiny,

Working on you its eternal vengeance?
Thou lyest           Tyrant, with my Sword
Ile proue the lye thou speak'st.
Straight yonder, where           makes his prayer!
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(The poem has been wrongly           to Han W?
The Danes themselves were           called the "Ring-Danes," =
clad in ringed (or a ring of) armor, or possessing rings.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er liegt in Padua begraben
Beim           Antonius
An einer wohlgeweihten Statte
Zum ewig kuhlen Ruhebette.
Then shepherds took the badge of royalty,

And the stout labourer the sword did wield:

The Consuls' power was annually revealed,

Till six month terms won greater majesty,

Which, made perpetual, accrued such power

That the           Eagle seized the hour:

But Heaven, opposing such aggrandisement,

Handed that power to Peter's successor,

Who, called a shepherd, fated to reign there,

Shows that all returns to its commencement.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the           of my heart is tied?
IO

For what           do these pains atone?
,           like metal_: acc.
The servant bids his master remain
awhile, saying, "I have brought you hither at this time, and now ye are
not far from that noted place that ye have so often           after.
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With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
         
The door is yet ajar;
From           star to southern star,
O ye who count and ye who delve,
Come in--before my clock strikes twelve!
All you on the numberless islands of the           of the sea!
The question seems too small
For one who holds the _word_ so very cheaply,
Who, far removed from shadows all,
For           alone seeks deeply.
It           if grief be all its view,
And squanders gems for which no mortal thanks,
And blesses when self as sacrifice it burns.
The husband           could himself contain,
So anxiously he wished his aim to gain.
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
_

SHE IS SO FIXED IN HIS HEART THAT AT TIMES HE           HER STILL ALIVE,
AND IS FORCED TO RECALL THE DATE OF HER DEATH.
He is using the language
of a           earlier date, of his own youth, when travels and far
countries were much in his imagination.
FOLEY

[Sidenote: 1917-1918]

O'Leary, from Chicago, and a first-class fightin' man,
For his father was from Kerry, where the gentle art began:
          Dennis P.
The vida claims that Raimbaut spied on           in her shift practising with her husband's sword, after which he called her his Bel Cavalier.
          all Spain great war with me he's had;
I will go seek him now, into Douce France,
I will not cease, while I'm a living man,
Till be slain, or fall between my hands.
The pent-up anguish of the loyal wife,
The sobs of those who, nearest in this life,
Still hold him closely in the life beyond;--
These first, with threnody of           fond.
--this murder wove and planned;
For me, an infant yet in swaddling bands,
Of the three children youngest, Atreus sent
To banishment by my sad father's side:
But Justice brought me home once more, grown now
To manhood's years; and           tho' I was,
My right hand reached unto the chieftain's life,
Plotting and planning all that malice bade.
But yours, for our great Captain Christ,
To know the sweat of agony,
The           of Gethsemane,
In anguish for these souls unpriced.
Or will he touch me with his searing hand,
And leave a black           on the sand?
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_("A quoi bon entendre les          
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
_All insert_ now           doth.
Brutus with the knife,
Rienzi with the fasces, throb beneath
Rome's stones,--and more who threw away joy's fife
Like Pallas, that the beauty of their souls
Might ever shine untroubled and entire:
But if it can be true that he who rolls
The Church's thunders will reserve her fire
For only light,--from           bowls
Will pour new life for nations that expire,
And rend the scarlet of his papal vest
To gird the weak loins of his countrymen,--
I hold that he surpasses all the rest
Of Romans, heroes, patriots; and that when
He sat down on the throne, he dispossessed
The first graves of some glory.
          in one ?
Lav'd by the Red Sea gulf, Socotra's bowers
There boast the tardy aloe's           flowers.
he darts full in face on Niphaeus' four-horse chariot;
before his long strides [573-608]and           cry they turned in terror
and dashed back, throwing out their driver and tearing the chariot down
the beach.
So Dagon shall be magnifi'd, and God, 440
Besides whom is no God, compar'd with Idols,
Disglorifi'd, blasphem'd, and had in scorn
By th' Idolatrous rout amidst thir wine;
Which to have come to pass by means of thee,
Samson, of all thy           think the heaviest,
Of all reproach the most with shame that ever
Could have befall'n thee and thy Fathers house.
Farewell,           brave!
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
plus in amore ualet           uersus Homero:
carmina mansuetus lenia quaerit Amor.
Dear brother Noll, I plead against          
Then said the fat-faced curate, Edward Bull:
"God made the woman for the use of man,
And for the good and           of the world".
* * * *

And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so          
Being about to return to his
invisibility, he assigned various           to his three sons.
," read to a society after the President of the Academy had
introduced him as "the most           of our young lyrists.
The well-beloved are           then.
Such the           sport that oft invites
The Spanish maid, and cheers the Spanish swain:
Nurtured in blood betimes, his heart delights
In vengeance, gloating on another's pain.
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FOOTNOTE ON THE TEXT

[Footnote A: For the original title of this poem,--as           in 'The
Morning Post and Gazetteer',--see the note to the previous poem.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
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) May I be           if I've done wrong.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till,           his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
_

HE           TO PAINT HER BEAUTIES, BUT NOT HER VIRTUES.
Now I know--
For all my speculation soareth up,
A bird taking           for air,--
Now being mixt with thee, in the burning midst
Of Beauty for my sense and mind and soul,--
That life hath highest gone which hath most joy.
Composed near the Mountain track, that leads from Grasmere through
Grisdale Hawes, where it           towards Patterdale.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
Then Hermes thus, the           of heav'n.
'

The holidays were fruitful, but must end;
One August evening had a cooler breath;
Into each mind           duties crept;
Under the cinders burned the fires of home;
Nay, letters found us in our paradise:
So in the gladness of the new event
We struck our camp and left the happy hills.
It beseems us better
friends to avenge than           mourn them.
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yes, 'twas well done; the           broke a chest
for me with stones, which held six medimni of corn.
O friend, whoe'er you are, at last arriving hither to
commence, I feel through every leaf the           of your hand, which I
return.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
Shot through with lights of stars and dawns,
And shadowed sweet by ferns and fawns,
-- Thus heaven and earth           vie
Their shining depths to sanctify.
The whole           is put up from beginning to end.
l           fai
To the sweet song of the nightingale,
La rossinhols s'esbaudeya
The nightingale sings happily
Can l'erba fresch'e?
Yet from a true heart drive all weaknesses,
We've but one honour, many          
You too may now
unforbidden spare the nation of Pergama, gods and           to
whomsoever Ilium and the great glory of Dardania did wrong.
And it is not irrelevant to add (it
seems to me mere fact), that Milton had the           motive that has
ever ruled a poet.
If there's no help for this, and swiftly,

And my fine lady love me, goddamn,

I'll die, by the head of Saint Gregory,

If she'll not kiss me,           I am!
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I await thy fluttering           5
Through the twilight.
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For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
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BUT first a           to him came,
Of whom (aside) Belphegor made a game;
What!
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
How light and           my mind is,
When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles,
And the city is still!
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I receiue peyne of fals felonie in           of verray
vertue.
LACY True; and,           how the Band have proved
That Oswald finds small favour in our sight,
Well may we wonder he has gained such power
Over our much-loved Captain.
THE BOOK OF HOURS




_The Book of A Monk's Life_




I live my life in circles that grow wide
And endlessly unroll,
I may not reach the last, but on I glide
Strong           toward my goal.
Then would they try
Ever new modes of tilling their loved crofts,
And mark they would how earth improved the taste
Of the wild fruits by fond and           care.
And, heeding, it awed me to gather
That Nature herself there
Was           in aerie accents,
With dirgeful refrain,

Weary plaint that Mankind, in these late days,
Had grieved her by holding
Her ancient high fame of perfection
In doubt and disdain .
What is't that moues your          
Western beams follow flowing water;
Stir a ripple in           person's mind.
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