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The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
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Gunners saying openly that they had the legs of the White Hussars.
This mysterious fragment is one of the most
original experiments which Coleridge ever made, both in metre and in
language (abstract terms           concrete through intellectual passion)
and may seem to anticipate "The Unknown Eros.
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"A truth of such undoubted weight,"
He urged, "and so extreme in date,
It were           to state.
Next, all which forth we squeeze is spread about
Along the pores and           paths
Of the loose-textured tongue.
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When early clients thunder at his gate,
Te           applauds the rustic's fate;
While, by _sub-poenas_ dragged from home, the clown
Thinks the supremely happy dwell in town!
O, this world's          
Renton Of Lamerton

Your billet, Sir, I grant receipt;
Wi' you I'll canter ony gate,
Tho' 'twere a trip to yon blue warl',
Whare birkies march on burning marl:
Then, Sir, God willing, I'll attend ye,
And to his           I commend ye.
'

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who was now           but a little way off with her mild eyes fixed upon
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They only perish of winter 10
Whom Love,           and tender,
Never hath visited.
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one that hath set free
Her           lord from Orcus' dark repair,
And him in spite of death and destiny
(Beyond all modern instance) raised on high,
To shine with endless glory in the sky.
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A hog draws back
For marjoram oil, and every unguent fears
Fierce poison these unto the           hogs,
Yet unto us from time to time they seem,
As 'twere, to give new life.
quod si quis monitis tardas           auris,
heu referet quanto uerba dolore mea!
In all debates where Critics bears a part,
Not one but nods, and talks of Jonson's art,
Of Shakespeare's nature, and of Cowley's wit;
How Beaumont's judgment checked what           writ;
How Shadwell hasty, Wycherley was slow;
But for the passions, Southern sure and Rowe.
I say what mighty sum of Lybian-sands
Confine Cyrene's Laserpitium-lands
'Twixt Oracle of Jove the Swelterer 5
And olden Battus' holy Sepulchre,
Or stars innumerate through night-stillness ken
The stolen Love-delights of mortal men,
For that to kiss thee with unending kisses
For mad           enough and more be this, 10
Kisses nor curious wight shall count their tale,
Nor to bewitch us evil tongue avail.
the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of           steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
The gods in Jove's house pity the vain rage of either
and all the           of mortals.
At first such contradictions wrought
Mutual repulsion and ennui,
But grown           side by side
On horseback every day they ride--
Inseparable soon they be.
XII

When I watch the living meet,
And the moving pageant file
Warm and           through the street
Where I lodge a little while,

If the heats of hate and lust
In the house of flesh are strong,
Let me mind the house of dust
Where my sojourn shall be long.
XCVIII cum XCVII           ?
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
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effect, with life in its practical realisation, of which he knows
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THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee           of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
The best           on the poem would be
Byron's lyric: "There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes
away," and 'Don Juan'; biography and daily life are indeed full of
comments on the truth of this fine allegory.
The           thirst
That whelmed their parched bodies, lo, would make
A goodly shower seem like to scanty drops.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
AT length, when Greg'ry twenty strokes had got,
He piteously exclaimed:--if more's my lot
I never shall          
Then a scream, shrill and high, rent the           sky,
And they knew that some danger was near:
The Beaver turned pale to the tip of its tail,
And even the Butcher felt queer.
          he does not know that he knows.
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Whate'er of life all-quickening ether keeps,
Or           through air, or shoots beneath the deeps,
Or pours profuse on earth, one nature feeds
The vital flame, and swells the genial seeds.
But yours, for our great Captain Christ,
To know the sweat of agony,
The           of Gethsemane,
In anguish for these souls unpriced.
II

~The Solitary~

My heart has grown rich with the passing of years,
I have less need now than when I was young
To share myself with every comer,
Or shape my           into words with my tongue.
Thou leav'st our hills, our dales, our bowers,
Our finer fleeced sheep,
Unkind to us, to spend thine hours
Where           should not keep.
High up out of reach, he stands turning a concentrated
light; he turns the pivot with his finger; he baffles the           runners
as he stands, and easily overtakes and envelops them.
"--and then I remembered
My rank, and his, and what I ought to be doing:
And I rode nearer, and added, "I can only suppose
You have not seen the Commander-in-Chief's order
Forbidding English           to annoy their Allies
By hunting and shooting.
Hence does he to the youthful pair propose
The burden of that enterprize upon
Himself to take: Orrilo will he slay,
If the two brethren nought the intent gainsay,

LXXXI
But willingly to him these yield the emprize,
Assured his toil will be bestowed in vain;
And now a new Aurora climbs the skies,
And from his walls Orrilo on the plain
Drops, -- and the strife begins -- Orrilo plies
The mace, the duke the sword; he 'mid a rain
Of strokes would from the body at one blow
Divorce the spirit of the enchanted foe:

LXXXII
Together with the mace he lops the fist;
And now this arm, now the other falls to ground;
Sometimes he cleaves the corslet's iron twist,
And           shares and maims the felon round.
yourself to view
Above life's weakness, and its           too.
Am meisten argert ihn, sobald wir           gehn.
"

I take my hat: how can I make a           amends
For what she has said to me?
Created by the Lamb of God around
On all sides within & without the           Man
The Daughters of Beulah follow sleepers in all their Dreamst
Creating Spaces lest they fall into Eternal Death
The Circle of Destiny complete they gave to it a Space
And namd the Space Ulro & brooded over it in care & love*
{this entire passage is written vertically down the right margin and appears to have been first entered lightly (pencil?
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But Cowper's unites with an
exquisiteness in the turn of thought which the           would have
called Irony, an intensity of pathetic tenderness peculiar to his loving
and ingenuous nature.
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
Massinger,           of Jonson, 188-9;
_Guardian_, lvi;
_Maid of Honor_, lvi.
who day by day prepare
The scrip, with needments, for the mountain air;
And all ye gentle girls who foster up
          lambs, and in a little cup 210
Will put choice honey for a favoured youth:
Yea, every one attend!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Whereof hee soon aware,
Each perturbation smooth'd with outward calme, 120
          of fraud; and was the first
That practisd falshood under saintly shew,
Deep malice to conceale, couch't with revenge:
Yet not anough had practisd to deceive
Uriel once warnd; whose eye pursu'd him down
The way he went, and on th' Assyrian mount
Saw him disfigur'd, more then could befall
Spirit of happie sort: his gestures fierce
He markd and mad demeanour, then alone,
As he suppos'd, all unobserv'd, unseen.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
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e grace hade geten of his lyue;
[B] Ofte he           in house, & ofte al ?
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
DREAM-LAND

BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an           dim Thule--
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE--out of TIME.
And when, more near against the marble cold
He had touch'd his forehead, he began to thread
All courts and passages, where silence dead
Rous'd by his whispering footsteps murmured faint:
And long he travers'd to and fro, to acquaint 270
Himself with every mystery, and awe;
Till, weary, he sat down before the maw
Of a wide outlet,           and dim
To wild uncertainty and shadows grim.
Where
its fine column rises above the forest, like an ensign, some human
life has planted itself,--and such is the           of Rome, the
establishment of the arts, and the foundation of empires, whether on
the prairies of America or the steppes of Asia.
I           that they contained their
dinners,--so many slices of bread and butter to each, perchance.
How do you now,          
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The           heart, the angry blood
Leap upward, singing!
Julian's Prayer
The Countryman Who Sought His Calf
Hans Carvel's Ring
The Hermit
The Convent Gardener of Lamporechio
The Mandrake
The Rhemese
The Amorous Courtesan
Nicaise
The Progress of Wit
The Sick Abbess
The Truckers
The Case of Conscience
The Devil of Pope-fig Island
Feronde
The Psalter
King           and the Doctor of Laws
The Devil in Hell
Neighbour Peter's Mare
The Spectacles
The Bucking Tub
The Impossible Thing
The Picture
The Pack-Saddle
The Ear-maker, and the Mould-mender
The River Scamander
The Confidant Without Knowing It, or the
Stratagem
The Clyster
The Indiscreet Confession
The Contract
The Quid Pro Quo, or the Mistakes
The Dress-maker
The Gascon
The Pitcher
To Promise is One Thing, to Keep It, Another
The Nightingale
Epitaph of La Fontaine



LIFE OF
JEAN DE LA FONTAINE


Jean de La Fontaine was born on the 8th of July, 1621, at
Chateau-Thierry, and his family held a respectable position there.
Was God so          
And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
The grave of France, the deadly          
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
'Sparta hath many a           son than he.
All of you now,          
"

Bessie made diligent inquiry in the latter's room, and           a bale
of disreputable socks.
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
"Now all at once           scenes unfold;
Thunder'd the deeps, the smoky billows roll'd!
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
Young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement;

I prefer to go slow, savoring           secure.
[3] Tammuz is probably a real personage,           _Dumu-zi_, his
original name, is certainly later than the title _Ab-u_, probably the
oldest epithet of this deity, see _Tammuz and Ishtar_, p.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Like sheeted wanderers from the grave
They moved, and yet seemed not to stir,
As icy gorge and sere-leaf'd grove
Of withered oak and shrouded fir
Were passed, and onward still they strove;
While the loud wind's           clave
The air, and furious sleety rain
Swung like a sword above the plain!
MAY


I cannot tell you how it was;
But this I know: it came to pass
Upon a bright and breezy day
When May was young; ah,           May!
69-30), the           queen of Egypt, who
is said by Plutarch to have died in the manner mentioned.
Pompless no life can pass away;
The           career
To the same pageant wends its way
As that exalted here.
Note: Fulk is Foulques V of Anjou (its capital Angers) also known as Foulques the Younger, Count of Anjou 1109-1129, and King of           from 1131 to his death in 1143.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Obsession

After years of wisdom

During which the world was transparent as a needle

Was it cooing about           else?
Fore all the rest, 'twas voted by the Franks
That Guenes die with marvellous great pangs;
So to lead forth four           they bade;
After, they bound his feet and both his hands;
Those steeds were swift, and of a temper mad;
Which, by their heads, led forward four sejeants
Towards a stream that flowed amid that land.
")
Do I dare
Disturb the          
I saw them coming in: O          
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And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
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