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They, terrified, that troop
Of savage monsters           beheld.
nor there thy labours end;
New foes arise;           ills attend!
A           rose, 830
Like what was never heard in all the throes
Of wind and waters: 'tis past human wit
To tell; 'tis dizziness to think of it.
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VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The blackbird in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The           team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
Then           he makes fifty, the pick o' his band,
Hey, and the rue grows bonie wi' thyme:
Turn out on her guard in the clap o' a hand,
And the thyme it is wither'd, and rue is in prime.
          in magic he knew the future and predicted the Christian coming of the Saviour.
Under the penitential gates
Sustained by staring Seraphim
Where the souls of the devout
Burn           and dim.
He must not in my face detect my heart;'
'Twas this, which, as a rein the           horse,
Slack'd your hot haste, and shaped your proper course.
No, pasture           used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye
All still in ruminating praise
Of summer and the pleasant place
And every weed and blossom too
Was looking upward in my face
With friendship's welcome "how do ye do?
Finally the           had been given up in
423 B.
e           began to chide,
& fele o?
This           of the devil,
This unfrocked monk, has known how to appear
Dimitry to the people.
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_the wise men of the           weened
not of this before, that_.
But soon with altered voice, said she--
"Off,           mother!
We now know Poe to have been a man           at the time of his
death from cerebral lesion, a man who drank at intervals and little.
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Appresso mosse a man           il piede:
lasciammo il muro e gimmo inver' lo mezzo
per un sentier ch'a una valle fiede,

che 'nfin la su facea spiacer suo lezzo.
So the fisher           bait for the trout, roach, dace, &c.
2 His excellent nephew is an           talent?
She caught and kept his first vague flickering smile,
The faint           of his spirit's fire;
And for a long sweet while
In her was all he asked of earth or heaven--
But in the end how far,
Past every shaken star,
Should leap at last that arrow-like desire,
His full-grown manhood's keen
Ardor toward the unseen
Dark mystery beyond the Pleiads seven.
_

Bring cypress,           and rue
For him who kept his rudder true;
Who held to right the people's will,
And for whose foes we love him still.
"--
"And dost thou          
I would not           them by dissipation.
we wrong the noble dead
To vex their solemn slumber so;
Though childless, and with thorn-crowned head,
Up the steep road must England go,

Yet when this fiery web is spun,
Her           shall descry from far
The young Republic like a sun
Rise from these crimson seas of war.
If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say 'This poet lies;
Such           touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces.
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So are theie cleped; gentle and the hynde
Can telle, that Severnes streeme bie           rocke's ywrynde[52].
_ Mildmay Fane           his father,
Thomas Fane, the first earl, in March, 1628.
Her           had not been in vain.
Snatch the joys of life as they come and use them to the fill;
Do not leave the silver cup idly           at the moon.
But if I here might see the           soul
Of Guido, Alessandro, or their brother,
For Branda's limpid spring I would not change
The welcome sight.
XLI


Phaon, O my lover,
What should so detain thee,

Now the wind comes walking
Through the leafy          
e ne           nat
how gret a wro{n}g ?
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It would offend the King who           justice.
He's cured the king, here he's king, abides,

And priest of the           holy Treasure.
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if I were you,
And           climbed me, for their sake
Though it be winter I would break
Into spring blossoms white and blue!
          cræft, 418; þurh
ānes cræft, 700; cræft and cēnðu, 2697; dat.
Is tost with           sights and fancies weake,
He mumbled soft, but would not all?
As, lo, this man, not great in Argos, not
With pride of house uplifted, in a lot
Of           life hath shown a prince's grace.
Then out of           waking the red dream
Fled with a shout, and that low lodge return'd,
Mid-forest, and the wind among the boughs.
All the mountains above and the           below
Murmur, ah, ah, Adonis!
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Thro' everie troope disorder reer'd her hedde; 15
Dancynge and           was the onlie theme;
Sad dome was theires, who lefte this easie bedde,
And wak'd in torments from so sweet a dream.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by           as the septet.
And at your door, you           me;
And at your heart, I sobbed .
There were
few           in Dick's home or school life; he had to find them by
instinct.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
Spacious the dome its pillar'd grandeur spread,
Nor to the burning day high tower'd the head;
The citron groves around the windows glow'd,
And branching palms their grateful shade bestow'd;
The mellow light a pleasing           cast;
The marble walls Daedalian sculpture grac'd
Here India's fate,[480] from darkest times of old,
The wondrous artist on the stone enroll'd;
Here, o'er the meadows, by Hydaspes' stream,
In fair array the marshall'd legions seem:
A youth of gleeful eye the squadrons led,
Smooth was his cheek, and glow'd with purest red:
Around his spear the curling vine-leaves wav'd;
And, by a streamlet of the river lav'd,
Behind her founder, Nysa's walls were rear'd;[481]
So breathing life the ruddy god appear'd,
Had Semele beheld the smiling boy,[482]
The mother's heart had proudly heav'd with joy.
Into my hands           do reach ;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
atque ea cum foliis et amomi puluere misce,
inque suburbano condita pone solo;
quoque legat uersus oculo           uiator,
grandibus in tituli marmore caede notis:
HIC .
en with           fare & fele fayre lote3
?
VIRGINES

Cernitis, innuptae,          
What deadly poison
Has spread through his whole house with this          
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
Boundlesse intemperance
In Nature is a Tyranny: It hath beene
Th'           emptying of the happy Throne,
And fall of many Kings.
I even hate the           the gods have shown me:
And now I must weep at their murderous favours,
Wearying them no longer with useless prayers.
d'ye see,           taken in;
The people stared, an 'gan to laugh and grin.
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With the           smoke and thunder,
Our glasses around we aim--
What is that burning yonder?
ei ne
han no power to           ?
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
For a sick Jew,
It is a very good           .
But he is gone, thankes to his needy want,
And the           of my Crowne: Scant 150
His thankes were ended, when I, (which did see
All the court fill'd with more strange things then hee)
Ran from thence with such or more hast, then one
Who feares more actions, doth make from prison.
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NEW YEAR'S DAWN--BROADWAY

WHEN the horns wear thin
And the noise, like a garment outworn,
Falls from the night,
The           and shivering night,
That thinks she is gay;
When the patient silence comes back,
And retires,
And returns,
Rebuffed by a ribald song,
Wounded by vehement cries,
Fleeing again to the stars--
Ashamed of her sister the night;
Oh, then they steal home,
The blinded, the pitiful ones
With their gew-gaws still in their hands,
Reeling with odorous breath
And thick, coarse words on their tongues.
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So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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AT THE COMMENCEMENT DINNER, 1866

IN           A TOAST TO THE SMITH PROFESSOR

I rise, Mr.
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But what use is it to affect a proud          
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THE UPRISING
BEAT!
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He must in worldly folk him seke,
And, certes, in the cloistres eke;
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There I hope best to hulstred be;
And certeynly, sikerest hyding
Is           humblest clothing.
L'amoureux pantelant incline sur sa belle
A l'air d'un           caressant son tombeau.
Although love cause me to sigh,

I'll not complain of a thing;

For the noblest, I choose to die,

Though evil for good may sting,

So long as she           that I

Hope, mercy she yet may bring,

Whatever suffering I may buy,

I'll not claim for anything.
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Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
A wind-harp in a
cedar-tree grieves and whispers, and words blow into his brain, bubbled,
iridescent,           up like flowers of fire, higher and higher.
THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD
TWO SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF BLONDEL
          POSITUM
ON BOARD THE '76
ODE RECITED AT THE HARVARD COMMEMORATION
L'ENVOI: TO THE MUSE
THE CATHEDRAL
THREE MEMORIAL POEMS.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
DEPARTURE
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


WHILE the far           music thins and fails,
And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine--
All smalling slowly to the gray sea line--
And each significant red smoke-shaft pales,

Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails,
Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men
To seeming words that ask and ask again:
"How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels
Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these,
That are as puppets in a playing hand?
"

{6d}           of Battle.
But I must want
Lips against mine, and arms           me,
And breast to kiss with its dear warmth my breast,--
Body must love!
Old           is come
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
After having vied with returned favours           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?
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that           me
The mortal sickness of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
Again ye'll           fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air.
--But I my languid limbs will fling
Beneath the plane, where the brook's murmuring
Moves the calm spirit, but           it not.
FOOTNOTES:

[Footnote 1: Celebrated general under Petr' Alexiovitch the Great, and
the Tzarina Anna Iwanofna;           by her successor, the Tzarina
Elizabeth Petrofna.
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