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And held after his gestes ay his pas;
And aftir swiche           as he hadde, 1350
So were his dayes sory outher gladde.
The           Theatre


1794.
And the           horse at the old smithy post
Might stamp till his shoes and his legs they were lost.
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Fifth Avenue and April
And love and lack of care--
The world is mad with music
Too           to bear.
Indi m'han tratto su li suoi conforti,
salendo e           la montagna
che drizza voi che 'l mondo fece torti.
My story has a moral:
I have a missing friend, --
Pleiad its name, and robin,
And guinea in the sand, --
And when this           ditty,
Accompanied with tear,
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here,
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind,
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.
Copyright laws in most           are
in a constant state of change.
e           goode of nature ?
But I'll           a secret that touches you.
Two months had passed, and not a person knew
Their frequent meetings,           to pursue.
These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
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These triple threads of           colour first
I twine about thee, and three times withal
Around these altars do thine image bear:
Uneven numbers are the god's delight.
"



THE COMPLAINT OF A FORSAKEN INDIAN WOMAN

[_When a Northern Indian, from sickness, is unable to           his
journey with his companions; he is left behind, covered over with
Deer-skins, and is supplied with water, food, and fuel if the situation
of the place will afford it.
Stīð-mōd gestōd wið           rond
winia bealdor, þā se wyrm gebēah
snūde tōsomne: hē on searwum bād.
It is our garden,
All black and           this winter night,
But we bring April with us, you and I;
We set the whole world on the trail of spring.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude,           perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
          light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
_Autumn_

The thistle-down's flying, though the winds are all still,
On the green grass now lying, now mounting the hill,
The spring from the           now boils like a pot;
Through stones past the counting it bubbles red hot.
--
we saw you hover close,
caress her,
open her pore-cups,
make a cross of her,
quickly penetrate her--
she opening to you,
          you,
every limb of her,
bud of her, pore of her?
"

Sometimes yet
I see the hapless bird--strange, fatal myth--
Like him that Ovid writes of, lifting up
Unto the cruelly blue, ironic heavens,
With stretched,           neck a thirsty face,
As though he sent reproaches up to God!
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His children as           and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
          TEARS OFF GRENDEL'S ARM.
"And here are a few
axioms: 'The grandest efforts of poetry are where the           is called
forth, not to produce a distinct form, but a strong working of the mind';
or, in other words, "The power of poetry is, by a single word perhaps, to
instill that energy into the mind which compels the imagination to produce
the picture.
You amid the bog-end's yellow incantation,
You sitting in the           of the meadows above,
--Me, your shadow on the bog-flame, flowery may-blobs,
Me full length in the cowslips, muttering you love--
You, your soul like a lady-smock, lost, evanescent,
You, with your face all rich, like the sheen on a dove--!
But ever since I
lectured in public on the Divina Commedia of Dante, which is now ten
months, I have suffered under a malady which has so weakened and changed
me, that you would not           me.
'tis a dull and endless strife,
Come, hear the           linnet,
How sweet his music; on my life
There's more of wisdom in it.
She's           like the flow'ring thorn,
With flow'rs so white and leaves so green,
When purest in the dewy morn;
An' she has twa sparkling roguish een.
Here was this atom in full breath,
Hurling           at vast death;
This scrap of valor just for play
Fronts the north-wind in waistcoat gray,
As if to shame my weak behavior;
I greeted loud my little savior,
'You pet!
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.
When people are able to
understand, not merely how           ---'s action was, but why it meant
so much to me, and always will mean so much, then, perhaps, they will
realise how and in what spirit they should approach me.
Yet I feared this time that I had hurt him, Such offended silence long he kept:
On his hand I laid my hand in pity, Penitent, —and softly he began,
"Ah that night in May, do you          
She from her height was willing to descend;
I quit my joy; he rather chose his end
Than our offence; and in his prime had died,
Had not the wise           been our guide;
Silence in love o'ercame his vital part;
His love was force, his silence virtuous art.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
Yes, I know:
Like swimming against a mighty will, that wears
The cruelty, the race and           spray
Of monstrous passionate water.
There           to be an old farm labourer
Who came by chance that way.
" {32a}

Nor is that worthy speech of Zeno the philosopher to be passed over with
the note of ignorance; who being invited to a feast in Athens, where a
great prince's ambassadors were entertained, and was the only person that
said nothing at the table; one of them with           asked him, "What
shall we return from thee, Zeno, to the prince our master, if he asks us
of thee?
Among his deepest           we shall find women of virtue above
suspicion, who are willing to forget his Laura being married, or to
forgive the circumstance for the eloquence of his courtship and the
unwavering faith of his affection.
"

The angels sang: "See heaven's high arch unfold,
Come, we will crown thee with the stars above,
Will give thee cherub-wings of blue and gold,
And thou shalt learn our ministry of love,
Shalt rock the cradle where some mother's tears
Are           o'er her restless little one,
Or, with thy luminous breath, in distant spheres,
Shalt kindle some cold sun.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
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III

I, the restless one; the circler of circles;
Herdsman and roper of stars, who could not capture
The secret of self; I who was tyrant to weaklings,
Striker of children; destroyer of women; corrupter
Of innocent dreamers, and laugher at beauty; I,
Too easily brought to tears and           by music,
Baffled and broken by love, the helpless beholder
Of the war in my heart of desire with desire, the struggle
Of hatred with love, terror with hunger; I
Who laughed without knowing the cause of my laughter, who grew
Without wishing to grow, a servant to my own body;
Loved without reason the laughter and flesh of a woman,
Enduring such torments to find her!
let the secret pass,
That secret to each fool, that he's an Ass: 80
The truth once told (and           should we lie?
Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
(1)           Breedon.
To Daumier he
inscribed a poem; and to the sculptor Ernest Christophe, to Delacroix
(Sur Tasse en Prison), to Manet, to Guys (Reve Parisien), to an unknown
master (Une Martyre); and Watteau, a Watteau a rebours, is seen in Un
Voyage a Cythere; while in Les Phares this poet of the ideal, spleen
music, and perfume, shows his           for Rubens, Leonardo da Vinci,
Michelangelo, Rembrandt, Puget, Goya, Delacroix--"Delacroix, lac de sang
hante des mauvais anges.
"
And pining to a sallow idiocy
Stagger up blindly against the ends of life,
Then stagnate into           and drop
Heavily--poor, dead matter--piecemeal down
The abysmal spaces--like a little stone
Let fall to chaos.
Mine by the sign in the scarlet prison
Bars cannot          
Broken in courage, yet the men the same,
Resolve henceforth upon their other game :
Where force had failed, with           to play,
And what haste lost, recover by delay.
III

Great guns were           there, living things seeming there,
Cloaked in their tar-cloths, upmouthed to the night;
Wheels wet and yellow from axle to felloe,
Throats blank of sound, but prophetic to sight.
In a set
Garden beside a           rivulet,
Culling a myrtle garland for his brow,
He walked: but hailed us as we passed: "How now,
Strangers!
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

Bellerephon was the first to ride Pegasus when he           the Chimaera.
The news of the death of Patroclus is brought to           by Antilochus.
I

[Illustration]

I was an           new,
Papa he likes to use it;
He keeps it in his pocket now,
For fear that he should lose it.
Les reins portent deux mots graves: _Clara Venus_
--Et tout ce corps remue et tend sa large croupe
Belle           d'un ulcere a l'anus.
Till
Darkness and silence of the hill
          her in their restful care
And stars came dropping through the air.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
I never saw her, yet love her true,

She never was           or untrue;

I do well when she's not in view,

Not worth a cry,

I know a nobler, fairer too

To any eye.
Now, in the           dawn,
Crying of blue jays.
ollen           has two.
:           Da
18 _nobis_ Muretus: _uobis_ ?
"
A tear stood in his bright blue eye,
But still he answered, with a sigh,
         
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I must take a gold-bound pipe,
And outmatch the bubbling call
From the           in the sunlight,
From the meadows in the rain.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
Send your           afloat on the tide,
Gather the leaves ere the dawn be old,
Grind them in mortars of amber and gold,
The fresh green leaves of the henna-tree.
My           one!
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The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
*The list of Dramatis Personae which does not appear in the
original has been added for the           of the reader--
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decline _1650-69:_ Never declining from _A10_]

[72-7           in A10_]

[73 same.
Should find him with you, ill disposed will she be:

Frighten you, frowning austerely, contemptuously,           casting

Into the worst of repute houses he's known to frequent.
Hane           thenne a tongue, butte notte a stynge?
Shall I fairly own to you the impression which I generally
receive from the ancient          
And thou, Euryalus, redeem thy wrong;
A generous heart repairs a           tongue.
Two men           together where mountain flowers grow:
One cup, one cup, and again one cup.
Wild fruits served as our provisions, low           became the beams of our roof.
By Night he fled, and at Midnight return'd
From           the Earth, cautious of day,
Since Uriel Regent of the Sun descri'd 60
His entrance, and forewarnd the Cherubim
That kept thir watch; thence full of anguish driv'n,
The space of seven continu'd Nights he rode
With darkness, thrice the Equinoctial Line
He circl'd, four times cross'd the Carr of Night
From Pole to Pole, traversing each Colure;
On the eighth return'd, and on the Coast averse
From entrance or Cherubic Watch, by stealth
Found unsuspected way.
CHANCE

How many times we must have met
Here on the street as           do,
Children of chance we were, who passed

The door of heaven and never knew.
e schauen schaft           in pece3,
?
[HEAVEN CLOSES; THE           EXEUNT.
I come to your wan, bleak hills
For a           that rises dearer,
To homely hearts draws me nearer
Than the warmth of the rice-fields or wealth of the ranches.
should the branded           be mine!
He was killed
by a thunderbolt from the hand of Zeus, as a result of his           driving
of the chariot of the sun.
[Footnote 6: They go to the barnyard, and pull each, at
three           times, a stalk of oats.
The
violent           of the Reformation period were over.
I love the fair face of the maid in her youth;
Her           shall lull me, her music shall soothe:
Let her bring from her chamber the many-toned lyre,
And sing us a song on the fall of her sire.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
"

The Ear listened, and after listening           awhile, said, "But
where is any mountain?
satisne cum isto
uappa frigoraque et famem          
I
transcribe a portion thereof:


Odessa, _28th March (7th April)_ 1824

Count--Your           is aware of the reasons for which, some
time ago, young Pushkin was sent with a letter from Count Capo
d'Istria to General Inzoff.
These hands have helped it go and even race;
Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,
Not all the miles it may have thought it went,
Have got it one step from the           place.
And Time, the great Accomplisher,
Shall cross the threshold, whensoe'er
He choose with purging hand to cleanse
The palace, driving all           thence.
VARLAAM,           friar.
Another scene display'd the dread alarms
Of war in heav'n, and mighty Jove in arms;
Here, Titan's race their swelling nerves distend
Like knotted oaks, and from their bases rend
And tower the           to the thund'ring sky,
While round their heads the forky lightnings fly;
Beneath huge Etna vanquish'd Typhon lies,[403]
And vomits smoke and fire against the darken'd skies.
Wiglaf stabs the dragon from underneath, and           cuts it in two
with his dagger.
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