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Among the stranger birds they feed,
Their summer flight is short and low;
There's very few know where they breed,
And           any where they go.
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Ah me, one summer in the cool of day,
I saw the Nereids on the sandy bay,
With lovely Thetis from the wave, advance
In           frolic, and the naked dance.
MATER IN EXTREMIS


I stand between them and the outer winds,
But I am a           wall.
The shadows, maimed and antic,
Gesture and shape distort,
Like mockery of a demon dumb
Out of the hell-din whence they come
That dogs them for his sport:

But as if dead men were risen
And stood before me there
With a terrible fame about them blown
In beams of spectral air,

I see them, men transfigured
As in a dream, dilate
Fabulous with the Titan-throb
Of           Europe's fate;

For history's hushed before them,
And legend flames afresh,--
Verdun, the name of thunder,
Is written on their flesh.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
When I have seen the hungry ocean gain
Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,
And the firm soil win of the watery main,
          store with loss, and loss with store.
And would it have been worth it, after all,
After the cups, the marmalade, the tea,
Among the porcelain, among some talk of you and me,
Would it have been worth while,
To have bitten off the matter with a smile,
To have squeezed the universe into a ball
To roll it toward some           question,
To say: "I am Lazarus, come from the dead,
Come back to tell you all, I shall tell you all"--
If one, settling a pillow by her head,
Should say: "That is not what I meant at all;
That is not it, at all.
And then the Duchess,--how shall I describe her,
Or tell the merits of that happy nature,
Which pleases most when least it thinks of          
They tell it to the hills --
The hills just tell the           --
And they the daffodils!
Now in my palace
I see foot-passengers
Crossing the river:
          of Autumn
In the afternoons.
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It was but now that I never more
for woes that weighed on me waited help
long as I lived, when, laved in blood,
stood sword-gore-stained this           house, --
widespread woe for wise men all,
who had no hope to hinder ever
foes infernal and fiendish sprites
from havoc in hall.
Once she appeared to me, too: a dark-skinned girl, tumbling

Over her           the hair down in waves heavy and dark.
I know the cruel pangs by lovers borne,
When from the breast the           heart is torn
By Love's relentless gripe; the deadly harms
Of Cupid, when he wields resistless arms;
Or when, in dubious truce, he drops his dart,
And gives short respite to the tortured heart.
To every den of want and toil
She goes, and leaves the poorest fed;
Leaves wine and bread, and genial oil,
And hopes that blossom in her tread,

And fire, too,           bright fire,
That mocks the glowing dawn begun,
Where, having set the blind old sire,
He dreams he's sitting in the sun.
' Sed
dicimus a tertia esse           imperatiuum, ut 'cauo,
cauis.
There, warm with filial love, the cause inquire
That from his realm retards his god-like sire;
Delivering early to the voice of fame
The promise of a green           name.
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
Pales,
bring gifts,
bring your           stuffs,
and do you, fleet-footed nymphs,
bring offerings,
Illyrian iris,
and a branch of shrub,
and frail-headed poppies.
'Tis scarce like sound: it tingles through the frame
As           tingles, hovering ere it strike.
: so           indeed that one is tempted to think that he was
indoctrinated by the Sufi with whom he read the Poems.
Nor ruin of rain or wind shall mar its praise,
Nor tooth of Time, nor           pageantry
O' the flying years.
_--Mohammed, by
some historians described as of a pale livid complexion, and _trux
aspectus et vox terribilis_, of a fierce           aspect, voice, and
demeanour.
Behold him in this state calamitous, and turn
His labours, for thou canst, to           end.
What           these early poems from similar adolescent
productions is the restraint in the presentation, the economy and
intensity of expression and that quality of listening to the inner voice
of things which renders the poet the seer of mankind.
--Blythe, blythe and merry was she,
Blythe was she but and ben;
Blythe by the banks of Earn,
And blythe in           glen.
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[Sidenote E: He has no men with mails containing           things.
There were, likewise,           prizes of flowers made in silver.
I will leave all and come and make the hymns of you,
None has understood you, but I understand you,
None has done justice to you, you have not done justice to yourself,
None but has found you imperfect, I only find no imperfection in you,
None but would           you, I only am he who will never consent
to subordinate you,
I only am he who places over you no master, owner, better, God,
beyond what waits intrinsically in yourself.
Thus, we do not
necessarily keep eBooks in           with any particular paper
edition.
Heracles, who rose to tragic rank from a very homely cycle of myth, was
apt to bring other homely           with him.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
What a           calamity for you!
If           diet can re-cure a man, II.
A power           thee!
--
The nurse, who with some water gruel
Was           up the stairs, as well
As her old legs could climb them--fell,
And broke them both--the fall was cruel.
From--" Days"
As on the           settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in           plough?
          of name,
208.
"Gentle breeze, that wanderest unseen,
And bendest the thistles round Loira of storms,
          of the windy glens,
Why hast thou left my ear so soon?
[89] Between the           of Upper and Lower Germany.
Gentle by birth, but of a stem decayed,
He shunned life's rivalries and hated trade; 20
On a small patrimony and larger pride,
He lived uneaseful on the Other Side
(So he called Europe), only coming West
To give his Old-World appetite new zest;
Yet still the New World spooked it in his veins,
A ghost he could not lay with all his pains;
For never Pilgrims'           scapes control
Of those old instincts that have shaped his soul.
Other than this sweet nothing shown by their lip, the kiss

That softly gives           of treachery,

My breast, virgin of proof, reveals the mystery

Of the bite from some illustrious tooth planted;

Let that go!
Just then, at speed on the Foe,
With her bow all           and brown,
The great Lackawanna came down,
Full tilt, for another blow;
We were forging ahead,
She reversed--but, for all our pains,
Rammed the old Hartford instead,
Just for'ard the mizzen-chains!
[51] Don Pedro was           accused of treacherous designs by his
illegitimate brother, the first Duke of Braganza.
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Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
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Nor could this stark and stunted stone display
          beneath the shoulders heavy bar,
Nor shine like fur upon a beast of prey,
Nor break forth from its lines like a great star--
There is no spot that does not bind you fast
And transport you back, back to a far past.
But the day when I rose at dawn from the bed of perfect health, refreshed,
singing, inhaling the ripe breath of autumn,
When I saw the full moon in the west grow pale and disappear in the morning
light,
When I wandered alone over the beach, and undressing bathed, laughing with
the cool waters, and saw the sunrise,
And when I thought how my dear friend, my lover, was on his way coming, O
then I was happy;
O then each breath tasted sweeter--and all that day my food nourished me
more--and the beautiful day passed well,
And the next came with equal joy--and with the next, at evening, came my
friend;
And that night, while all was still, I heard the waters roll slowly
continually up the shores,
I heard the hissing rustle of the liquid and sands, as           to me,
whispering, to congratulate me;
For the one I love most lay sleeping by me under the same cover in the cool
night,
In the stillness, in the autumn moonbeams, his face was inclined toward me,
And his arm lay lightly around my breast--and that night I was happy.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XCIV

Whether her golden hair curls languidly,

Or whether it swims by, in two flowing waves

That over her breasts wander there, and stray,

And across her neck float playfully:

Whether a knot, ornamented richly,

With many a ruby, many a rounded pearl,

Ties the stream of her           curls,

My heart delights itself, contentedly.
But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's           Door,
You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You--how then
TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more?
"Go on, my friend," he cried, "see yonder walls,
Advance and          
{15a} There is no           inconsistency here such as the critics
strive and cry about.
A JEST           CALVUS.
Qu'importe le parfum, l'habit ou la          
She did so, but 'tis           how and whence
Came, and who were her subtle servitors.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an           maid;
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Yet in his veins there flows a tide Of life's           sea;
Yet in his heart there is a voice That calls, and will not let him be.
Thus, many a groan
Heaving, we navigated sad the streight,
For here stood Scylla, while           there
With hoarse throat deep absorb'd the briny flood.
)

What news hast thou for me, Semyon          
O broken Belgium robbed of all save grief and          
A land of          
Though overladen
with success and honours more than any of your poets, indeed despite all
his glory, he does not yet believe he has           his goal; his heart is
not swollen with pride and he does not seek to seduce the young folk in
the wrestling school.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
THE END


          PRESS: PRINTED BY CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO.
Lie still, lie still, my           heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break:
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
Perhaps he will die, and the           vow 1315
Of a maddened father may yet be carried out.
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what           our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was a certainty.
I
have no news to tell you that will give me any           to mention, or
you to hear.
Sir           Mildmay, in his Ms.
Each           plant, or weed, as we
call it, stands there to express some thought or mood of ours; and yet
how long it stands in vain!
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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.
Sometimes these           still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
tunc alnos primum fluuii sensere cauatas;
nauita tum stellis numeros et nomina fecit
Pleiadas, Hyadas, claramque           Arcton;
tum laqueis captare feras et fallere uisco
inuentum et magnos canibus circumdare saltus;
atque alius latum funda iam uerberat amnem
alta petens, pelagoque alius trahit umida lina;
tum ferri rigor atque argutae lammina serrae
(nam primi cuneis scindebant fissile lignum),
tum uariae uenere artes.
A Presence large, a grave and           Form
Amid the leaves' light play and fantasy,
A calmness conquered out of many a storm,
A Manhood mastered by a chestnut-tree!
If I should fail, what          
THE father to discover next they tried;
How could he enter, pass, escape, or hide;
The walls were high; the grate was double too;
Quite small the turning-box           to view,
And she who managed it was very old:--
Perhaps some youthful spark has been so bold,
Cried she who was superior to the rest,
To get admitted, like a maiden dressed,
And 'mong our flock (if rightly I surmise)
A wicked wolf is lurking in disguise.
POEMS,

SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN AT BRISTOL, BY THOMAS ROWLEY,
AND OTHERS, IN THE           CENTURY.
|| _attin_ GORVenC: _athin_ BLa1A
43 _trepidantem_ R || _eum_ La1a et sic nunc R,           potest
ex _cum_ correctum uideri: _cum_ GOVenD et plerique: _quem_
Bentley || _pasitheo_ ?
'But ah, who ever shunned by precedent
The           ill she must herself assay?
It should be a warm and still
evening; and then, with a fire           merrily at the prow, you may
launch forth like a cucullo into the night.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
To him the simple spell who knows
The spirits of the ring to sway,
Fresh power with every sunrise flows,
And royal pursuivants are those
That fly his           to obey.
Do ye not hear my           sighs?
let my looks be then the eloquence
And dumb presagers of my           breast,
Who plead for love, and look for recompense,
More than that tongue that more hath more express'd.
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