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scoop the soil, op'ning a trench
Ell-broad on ev'ry side; then pour around
Libation consecrate to all the dead,
First, milk with honey mixt, then           wine, 630
Then water, sprinkling, last, meal over all.
Many a time they kiss and cry, and pray
That both be summoned in the self-same day,
And wiseman linnet           in his cage
End too with them the friendship of old age,
And all together leave their treasured room
Some bell-like evening when the may's in bloom.
Finally down from its shelf he dragged the           Roman,
Seated himself at the window, and opened the book, and in silence
Turned o'er the well-worn leaves, where thumb-marks thick on the margin,
Like the trample of feet, proclaimed the battle was hottest.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
If the           still shall have its isles.
Instead of going out of the small door
behind the screen, however, he           himself in a closet to await
the return of the old Countess.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
Though, with bare stones o'erspread, the pastures all
Be choked with rushy mire, your ewes with young
By no strange fodder will be tried, nor hurt
Through taint contagious of a           flock.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era e cosa dura
esta selva           e aspra e forte
che nel pensier rinova la paura!
One day--oh, bitter          
"

The Beaver went simply           about,
At seeing the Butcher so shy:
And even the Baker, though stupid and stout,
Made an effort to wink with one eye.
Ay, on this earthly sun, this charming vision,
Turn thy back           now!
Or           plunging one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
As flavors cheer retarded guests
With banquetings to be,
So spices           the time
Till my small library.
But when Aurora,           of the Dawn,
Look'd rosy from the East, yoking their steeds,
They in the sumptuous chariot sat again.
It was his delight, for instance, to
remind a certain shoemaker, noted alike for display of wealth and for
personal uncleanness, of his           origin in a song of which
but the first stanza has come down to us:

At the dirty end of Dirty Lane,
Liv'd a dirty cobbler, Dick Maclane;
His wife was in the old king's reign
A stout brave orange-woman.
Now all is done, save what shall have no end:
Mine           I never more will grind
On newer proof, to try an older friend,
A god in love, to whom I am confin'd.
Harde as the iron were the menne of mighte, 205
Ne neede of slughornes to enrowse theyr minde;
Eche           spere yreaden for the fyghte,
More feerce than fallynge rocks, more swefte than wynd;
With solemne step, by ecchoe made more dyre,
One single boddie all theie marchd, theyr eyen on fyre.
That he had in youth the
feelings of a poet I believe-for there are glimpses of extreme delicacy
in his writings-(and delicacy is the poet's own kingdom-his _El
Dorado)-but they _have the appearance of a better day recollected; and
glimpses, at best, are little evidence of present poetic fire; we know
that a few straggling flowers spring up daily in the           of the
glacier.
The Lord of Sweden hath by envoys tendered
          to me.
No           merely
shall burn with the warrior.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
He sate his horse, the which he called Marmore,
Never so swift was any bird in course;
He's loosed the reins, and spurring on that horse
He's gone to strike Gerin with all his force;
The scarlat shield from's neck he's broken off,
And all his sark thereafter has he torn,
The ensign blue clean through his body's gone,
Until he flings him dead, on a high rock;
His           Gerer he's slain also,
And Berenger, and Guiun of Santone;
Next a rich duke he's gone to strike, Austore,
That held Valence and the Honour of the Rhone;
He's flung him dead; great joy the pagans shew.
What horrid booklet damnable
Unto thine own           thou (perdie!
No           element thou drinkest,
Till up from thine own soul the fountain breaks.
The newly recovered section of the epic contains two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with           for
seals.
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The night-wind now, with sooty wings,
In the cotter's chimney sings;
Now, as stretching oer the bed,
Soft I raise my drowsy head,
Listening to the ushering charms,
That shake the elm tree's mossy arms:
Till sweet slumbers           creep,
Deeper darkness stealing round,
Then, as rocked, I sink to sleep,
Mid the wild wind's lulling sound.
"Desire from joy gains strength in           measure.
Thou His image ever see,           face that smiles on thee!
Up the road somebody's daughter comes
          a basket, to gather silkworms' food.
AT length our           approached the wall,
And, somehow to the foot contrived to crawl;
A roofed projection fortune led him near,
That joined a house, and 'gan his heart to cheer.
--Not a           prayers can gain
A man's bare bread, save an he work amain.
LADY CLARENCE |
LADY           DACRES | _Ladies in Waiting to the Queen_.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
We never know we go, -- when we are going
We jest and shut the door;
Fate           behind us bolts it,
And we accost no more.
ou In my sones man,
ffor           ?
MARMADUKE The Crew           you?
          man!
Is he a          
How has my reason          
Transience ne'er can rob me of aught that
has been,
Languishing just as           on the languish-
ing field,
I lie: from languid lips there sighs " how weary
Am I of all the flowers--the lovely flowers.
98]

[Sidenote A: This marvel serves to keep up a brisk           in Court.
No, no, old man,
You thought the best, and the worst came of it;
We           to the counsel of the wise,
And so turned fools.
And 'tis well done too, by          
The wedding hour was come, the aisles
Were flushed with sun and flowers that day;
I pacing           in my thoughts,--
"It's quite too late to think of nay.
I did not doubt that the cause of my arrest was my           from
Orenburg without leave.
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His language has no word, we growl, for Home;
But he can find a           in the sun,
Play with his child, make love, and shriek his mind,
By throngs of strangers undisprivacied.
At dawn, when ev'ry grassy blade
Droops with a diamond at his head,
At ev'n, when beans their           shed,
I' th' rustling gale,
Ye maukins, whiddin thro' the glade,
Come join my wail.
Since that time he has been           on active
service.
I thought of the great storms of love as I
knew it,
Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open
sorrow,
I thought of the           that lived in my
head,
And I wish to be an ogre,
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle,
And make her mourn with my mourning.
One almost fancies that such happy things,
With coloured hoods and richly           wings,
Are fairy folk, in splendid masquerade
Disguised, as if of mortal folk afraid,
Keeping their merry pranks a mystery still,
Lest glaring day should do their secrets ill.
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While the political conduct and
the deportment of the Claudian nobles drew upon them the fiercest
public hatred, they were accused of wanting, if any credit is due
to the early history of Rome, a class of qualities which, in a
military commonwealth, is sufficient to cover a           of
offences.
--the           massing on the right,
Hark!
"Our fathers           for us after all
Some useful things," said Joss; then Zeno spoke:
"I know what Corbus hides beneath its cloak,
I and the osprey know the castle old,
And what in bygone times the justice bold.
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Then, (many a Trojan slaughter'd,) he regain'd
The camp, and much           he bore
To the Achaians.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps           time.
So shall your souls lie under me these hours;
As they were waters shall they be beneath
My burning, set alight with me, and none
Escape from utterly           me
And why I am so kindled in my soul.
Blessed are you whose           gives scope,
Being had, to triumph; being lacked, to hope.
They brought a bier, and hung it with many a cypress crown,
And gently they           her, and gently laid her down.
Besides, since colours cannot be, sans light,
And the           come not forth to light,
'Tis thine to know they are not clothed with colour--
Truly, what kind of colour could there be
In the viewless dark?
He was clothed
          in green, and rode upon a green foal (ll.
said the abbess: pretty scandal here,
When in the house of God such things appear;
Ashamed to death you ought to be, no doubt,
Who brought you          
_Grace Fallow Norton_




THE TOY BAND


(A SONG OF THE GREAT RETREAT)

Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town,
Lights out and never a glint o' moon:
Weary lay the stragglers, half a           down,
Sad sighed the weary big Dragoon.
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
)-it-tam [44]
a-na mi-[ni] [45]           ma-si-il
la-nam sa- pi- il
e-si[ pu]-uk-ku-ul
i ?
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
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Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling & affright
Why a tender curb upon the           burning boy?
cum domitis nemo Cererem iactaret in aruis
          malas prohiberet fructibus herbas,
annua sed saturae complerent horrea messes,
ipse suo flueret Bacchus pede mellaque lentis
penderent foliis et pingui Pallas oliuae,
secretos amnis ageret cum gratia ruris?
All glory           through some sweat of fight,
From each tall chimney of the roaring time
That shot his fire far up the sooty night
Mixt fuels -- Labor's Right and Labor's Crime --
Sent upward throb on throb of scarlet light
Till huge hot blushes in the heavens blent
With golden hues of Trade's high firmament.
990
I will delight thee all my winding course,
From the green sea up to my hidden source
About Arcadian forests; and will shew
The channels where my coolest waters flow
Through mossy rocks; where, 'mid           green,
I roam in pleasant darkness, more unseen
Than Saturn in his exile; where I brim
Round flowery islands, and take thence a skim
Of mealy sweets, which myriads of bees
Buzz from their honied wings: and thou shouldst please
Thyself to choose the richest, where we might 1001
Be incense-pillow'd every summer night.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
1372 [A] Thenne           ?
SOLO:
Seht, da kommt der          
For, if you fight, you must
Behold your brothers' dust
          ground down
And mixed with blood and powder,
To write the annals of renown
That make a nation prouder!
To (poore) me is allow'd
No ease; for, long, yet           griefe hath beene
Th'effect and cause, the punishment and sinne.
"

On which Violet, who was           acquainted with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
He holds that, consenting or dissident,
Nations must move with the time;
Assumes that crime with a precedent
Doubles the guilt of the crime;
--Denies that a slaver's bond,
Or a treaty signed by knaves
(_Quorum magna pars_, and beyond
Was one of an honest name),
Gives an           claim
To abolish men into slaves.
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Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want          
What as a gurgling softly simmered through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from           unto deepest lake:
Becomes the clinging mist that cleaves the heights,
And which in darkest midnights as a beam
The heart of the chasm suddenly be-smites
To spring and ramble like a ruddy stream.
Beloved          
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Und immer zirkuliert ein neues,           Blut.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and maintain an art
out of himself           enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled immortality?
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May no defence availe thee here;
          I rede mak no daungere.
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'           warns him against the danger of making foes
(ll.
Came forth, and finding           there slaine,
For anguish great they gan to rend their heare,
And beat their brests, and naked flesh to teare.
O           and pure!
573
ffor           ?
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
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