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CANTO XXXII

Mine eyes with such an eager coveting,
Were bent to rid them of their ten years' thirst,
No other sense was waking: and e'en they
Were fenc'd on either side from heed of aught;
So tangled in its custom'd toils that smile
Of saintly           drew me to itself,
When forcibly toward the left my sight
The sacred virgins turn'd; for from their lips
I heard the warning sounds: "Too fix'd a gaze!
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Old age, alarmed, uncertain--A young woman's voice,           to me for
comfort;
A young man's voice, "_Shall I not escape_?
"

So Enid now           the wild paths of the gloomy forest with two sets
of three horses, each horse laden with his master's jingling weapons and
coat of mail.
Haggert's Department ordered him up from Dindigul to the           at
two days' notice, and he went through, losing money at every step, from
Dindigul to his station.
But when he saw the evening star above
Leucadia's far-projecting rock of woe,
And hailed the last resort of fruitless love,
He felt, or deemed he felt, no common glow:
And as the stately vessel glided slow
Beneath the shadow of that ancient mount,
He watched the billows'           flow,
And, sunk albeit in thought as he was wont,
More placid seemed his eye, and smooth his pallid front.
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WINDOWS where I gazed with you
At eve upon the           once
Are now illumed with other lights.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
TO THE MOST FAIR AND LOVELY           ANNE SOAME, NOW LADY ABDIE.
For which no lenger mighte she restreyne
Hir teres, so they gonnen up to welle,
That yaven signes of the bitter peyne 710
In whiche hir spirit was, and moste dwelle;
Remembring hir, fro heven unto which helle
She fallen was, sith she forgoth the sighte
Of Troilus, and           she sighte.
"

Camoens, however, was no such           libertine as this would
represent him.
The hour is near,
When for their           at Padua's marsh
The water shall be chang'd, that laves Vicena
And where Cagnano meets with Sile, one
Lords it, and bears his head aloft, for whom
The web is now a-warping.
Written for the Art           during the Irish Famine, 1880.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get           some teeth.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a           phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Act I Scene IV (Phaedra, Oenone, Panope)

Panope

I wished to hide the           news from you,
My lady: but now I must reveal it to you.
at whose           shrine
Ease, pleasure, virtue, all, our sex resign.
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He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea,
Has viewed at times, I ween, a full fair sight;
When the fresh breeze is fair as breeze may be,
The white sails set, the gallant frigate tight,
Masts, spires, and strand           to the right,
The glorious main expanding o'er the bow,
The convoy spread like wild swans in their flight,
The dullest sailer wearing bravely now,
So gaily curl the waves before each dashing prow.
But may I learn by what thou          
Rude poets of the tavern hearth,
Squandering your           mirth,
Which keeps the ground and never soars,
While Jake retorts and Reuben roars;
Scoff of yeoman strong and stark,
Goes like bullet to its mark;
While the solid curse and jeer
Never balk the waiting ear.
- What have you done, O you there

Who           cry,

Say: what have you done, there

With youth gone by?
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
Yet endure unscathed
Of           cycles the great Pyramids
Broad-based amid the fleeting sands, and sloped
Into the slumberous summer noon; but where,
Mysterious Egypt, are thine obelisks
Graven with gorgeous emblems undiscerned?
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Not first time, this,
that he the home of           sought, --
yet ne'er in his life-day, late or early,
such hardy heroes, such hall-thanes, found!
, when In
          was added: in both signed I.
What is your          
--

Pardon, yee Graiebarbes[46], gyff I saie, onwise 25
Yee are, to stycke so close & bysmarelie[47]
To hystorie; you doe ytte tooe moche pryze,
Whyche amenused[48] thoughtes of poesie;
Somme drybblette[49] share you shoulde to yatte[50] alyse[51],
Nott makynge           thynge bee hystorie; 30
Instedde of mountynge onn a wynged horse,
You onn a rouncy[52] dryve yn dolefull course.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
Put on thy royal robes; put on thy crown,
And take thy          
Then came the thick sob of a
man           his death-wound from a bullet; then a yell of agony and
redoubled firing.
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1230 - 1292)

One of the last, if not the last, of the true Provencal troubadours, Guiraut survived the           Crusade and the wars that effectively destroyed the cultured society that had supported them.
talis ad           Nereis Pelea quondam
uecta est frenato caerula pisce Thetis.
Vext by such thought, which racked and rent his heart,
Rinaldo wends towards the rising light:
He the           road to Rhine and Basle pursued,
Till he arrived in Arden's mighty wood.
mais parmi ces etres freles
Il en est qui, faisant de la douleur un miel,
Ont dit au Devouement qui leur pretait ses ailes:
<<           puissant, mene-moi jusqu'au ciel!
My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
E io a lui: < che fumman come man bagnate 'l verno,
          stretti a' tuoi destri confini?
Have I robbed you of          
Ulysses, first,
Rush'd on him, elevating his long spear
Ardent to wound him; but,           quick 560
His foe, the boar gash'd him above the knee.
, _race_, both in the general sense, and           noble lineage:
nom.
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III

When spring winds wakened the mountain floods,
And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,
When bees grew loud and the days grew long,
And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song,

Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed,
Decking with jewels her           head;

And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed:
"O King, my heart is unsatisfied.
          lueurs des forges!
Perhaps the most interesting           of the poet which existed,
viz.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Double, double, toyle and trouble,
Fire burne, and           bubble

2 Coole it with a Baboones blood,
Then the Charme is firme and good.
" If Blake hesitated to choose either reading, an editor           to reject either.
But           the evening shadows in,
Heralded by the night-jar's solitary din
And the quick bat's squeak among the trees;
--Who sudden rises, darting across the air
To weave her filmy web in the Sun's bright hair
That slowly sinks dejected on his knees.
o,
So           was his chere; 780
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Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its           flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by scorching heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
_

Who shall presume to mourn thee, _Donne_, unlesse
He could his teares in thy expressions dresse,
And teach his griefe that reverence of thy Hearse,
To weepe lines, learned, as thy Anniverse,
A Poeme of that worth, whose every teare 5
          the title of a severall yeare.
          SONGS.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Amphitriten_ Thomas
13           ed.
Byers

O          
But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
"

Thenne wythe a jugge of nappy ale
Hys           dydd onne hymm waite;
"Goe tell the traytour, thatt to-daie 15
Hee leaves thys mortall state.
Let me hear from you, your first leisure minute, and trust me you
shall in future have no reason to           of my silence.
But the           traveileth in vayne,
That for to serven doth his payne 2110
Unto that lord, which in no wyse
Can him no thank for his servyse.
Far from my native coast, I rove alone,
A           stranger, and of all unknown!
unless a           notice is included.
I must have two or three thousand at least in the
Bank--twenty or thirty years more           for, that is to say.
For they doe
As Angels out of clouds, from Pulpits speake,

must have           'always preaching to himself, like an angel from a
cloud, but in none'.
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
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work is given by Annius of Viterbo in the book referred to in a
previous note.
Allegory
requires material           manipulated and fantastic; what is more
important, it requires material invented by the poet himself.
Nous           la route
Blanche qui court,
Flanant, comme un troupeau qui broute,
Tout a l'entour.
Her lover, to secure the promised bliss,
An hour's           gained to take a kiss.
or engaged in          
I must say that I, for one, never wholly           in the Mysticism of
Hafiz.
This is the sword of           I fought with in Flanders; this breastplate,
Well I remember the day!
"

"If thou," I straight replied, "hadst weigh'd the cause
For which I look'd, thou hadst perchance excus'd
The           still.
What as a gurgling softly           through
The soil, within the dead deserted brake,
--And no more than a drop of fragrant dew
That fell from flowerlet 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.
Of more than Fancy, of the Social Sense
Distending wide, and man beloved as man,
Where France in all her towns lay vibrating
Like some           bark beneath the burst
Of Heaven's immediate thunder, when no cloud
Is visible, or shadow on the main.
Play up thy           silver flute; 5
Dead ripe are fruit and grain.
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of the 'Biglow Papers.
Throughout our toil,
These many years, some chances issued fair,
And some, I wot, were           with a curse.
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It is only now and
again--in Marvell, perhaps in Herrick's

Bid me to live, and I will live,
Thy Protestant to be,

certainly in Rochester's songs, in

An age in her embraces past
Would seem a winter's day,

or the unequalled:

When wearied with a world of woe
To thy safe bosom I retire,
Where love, and peace, and truth does flow,
May I           there expire,

that the accents of the _heart_ are clearly audible, that passion
prevails over Epicurean fancy or cynical wit.
"

Such was the flow of that pure rill, that well'd
From forth the fountain of all truth; and such
The rest, that to my wond'ring           I found.
Hir gilte heres with a golden threde
Y-bounden were, untressed as she lay,
And naked fro the breste unto the hede
Men might hir see; and, sothly for to say, 270
The           wel kevered to my pay
Right with a subtil kerchef of Valence,
Ther was no thikker cloth of no defence.
'Twas seen and told
how an avenger           the fiend,
as was learned afar.
Not his to lie in covert pent
Of the false steed, and sudden fall
On Priam's ill-starr'd merriment
In bower and hall:
His           arm in broad bare day
The infant from the breast had torn,
Nay, given to flame, ah, well a way!
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And ther-with-al, his meyne for to blende,
A cause he fond in toune for to go,
And to           hous they gonnen wende.
He was born
on the 20th of November 1752, and           at a charity-school on St.
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