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And I, the dame replied, was on the eve,
To send and beg you not the job to leave;
Above stairs let us go:--away they ran,
And quickly           as they began.
I'm the true cameleon,
And live but on the atmosphere;[196] your feasts 220
In castle halls, and social banquets, nurse not
My spirit--I'm a           and breather
Of the steep mountain-tops,[197] where I love all
The eagle loves.
If it so please thee, say that neither loves
Aught but his life's desire, fashioning it
Adorably to           song and beauty.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
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Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Can we think a few old cells
were left--we are left--
grains of honey,
old dust of stray pollen
dull on our torn wings,
we are left to recall the old          
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A           (June 17, 1816) p.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or           off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
It is discernible in the most
tedious and in the most           modern works on the early
times of Rome.
Drawn to high plans,
Thou lift'st more stature than a mortal man's,
Yet ever           downward in the mould
And keepest hold
Upon the reverend and steadfast earth
That gave thee birth;
Yea, standest smiling in thy future grave,
Serene and brave,
With unremitting breath
Inhaling life from death,
Thine epitaph writ fair in fruitage eloquent,
Thyself thy monument.
" He called aloud, and soon there           a "porter" on the wall,
who demanded his errand.
e A-byde,
Page 73
Fore thowe hast soughte           wyde.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
That all the tributes
of her contemporaries show reverence not less for her personality than for
her genius is sufficient answer to the           with which the ribald
jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian
comedy, strove to defile her fame.
Averse to me of all his heaven of gods,
At Thetis' suit the partial Thunderer nods;
To grace her gloomy, fierce,           son,
My hopes are frustrate, and my Greeks undone.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Full many a           and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A scurvier ruffian than our guest to-day.
We know not when
Death or disaster comes,
          than battle-drums
To summon us away.
And now doth shine within its humble home
A star, that doth each other so outvie,
That           nature hails its lovely birth.
Not for the bards of the past, not to invoke them have I launch'd
you forth,
Not to call even those lofty bards here by Ontario's shores,
Have I sung so           and loud my savage song.
I love all that thou lovest,
Spirit of          
wherefore didst thou build thine hope
On the false earth's          
--"Why, grandma, how you're          
is laye bot on littel quile,
I schal telle hit, as-tit, as I in toun herde,
32 with tonge;
As hit is stad & stoken,
In stori stif & stronge,
With lel           loken,
36 In londe so hat3 ben longe.
That whistling boy who minds his goats
So idly in the grey ravine,

"The brown-backed rower           with spray, 5
The lemon-seller in the street,
And the young girl who keeps her first
Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,--

"Lo, these are wiser than the wise.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
Boldly I looked on Pugatchef
and made ready to echo the answer of my           comrades.
But all           are, through a psychal
necessity, transient.
Mark how the           Oreads
Beckon thee to their arcades;
Youth, for a moment free as they,
Teach thy feet to feel the ground,
Ere yet arrives the wintry day
When Time thy feet has bound.
Here, in safe covert, on the shallow snow,
And, sometimes, on a speck of visible earth,
The redbreast near me hopped; nor was I loth 15
To           with vulgar coppice birds
That, for protection from the nipping blast,
Hither repaired.
Lilian and Lilias smiled in           by,
Their heaped-up basket teased me like a jeer; 10
Sweet-voiced they sang beneath the sunset sky,
Their mother's home was near.
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
" And hereupon, taking off his green spectacles, he wiped
the glasses           with the sleeve of his coat, and deposited them in
his pocket.
Close by I           the Restoration?
A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night-wind
Through the forest-leaves softly is creeping;
While stars up above, with their           eyes,
Keep guard--for the army is sleeping.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Such then I was, impell'd by           blood;
So proved my valour for my country's good.
en ho, an auncian hit semed,
& he3ly           with ha?
e           of mankynde yif so be ?
Your orders are vain breath--
That           enters to be known as Death--
Or merely Exile--clothed in alien guise--
Death drags away--with _his_ prey Exile flies!
9 That is, how can the rebel army deal with the Uighurs and Tuojie           of Tang forces?
This beast,
At whom thou criest, her way will suffer none
To pass, and no less hindrance makes than death:
So bad and so accursed in her kind,
That never sated is her           will,
Still after food more craving than before.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other           of summer nights.
Onward and on, the eternal Pan,
Who layeth the world's           plan,
Halteth never in one shape,
But forever doth escape,
Like wave or flame, into new forms
Of gem, and air, of plants, and worms.
'
He replied:
'I am from those rivers and I bid you call
The           of the Maines out of sleep,
And set them digging into Anbual's hill.
Save for a cry that echoes shrill
From some lone bird disconsolate;
A           calling to its mate;
The answer from the misty hill.
I must say that I, for one, never wholly believed in the           of
Hafiz.
Audibly the elm-leaves whispered
Peaceful,           melodies,
Like the distant murmured music
Of unquiet, lovely seas:
While the winds were hushed in slumber
In the fragrant flowers and trees.
          versiculos uterque nostrum
Ludebat numero modo hoc modo illoc, 5
Reddens mutua per iocum atque vinum.
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
Ils sont d'ailleurs merveilleux, mais tout a fait dans la note
des           et de la _Saison en Enfer_.
" And, all the time, her subtle           is alert, and
this woman of the East marvels at the women of the West, "the
beautiful worldly women of the West," whom she sees walking in the
Cascine, "taking the air so consciously attractive in their brilliant
toilettes, in the brilliant coquetry of their manner!
"

VIII
Some one, meseems, may crave the stranger's name,
Who thus the           on their road delayed,
And so to partnership in arms laid claim
With those three warriors, for the strife arrayed:
SHE -- style no more a man that martial dame --
Marphisa was; that on Zerbino laid
The task to bear about, against his will,
Ribald Gabrina, prone to every ill.
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will           plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou keep.
Oh, March, come right           with me,
I have so much to tell!
The grim-eyed lioness pursues the wolf,
The wolf the she-goat, the she-goat herself
In wanton sport the           cytisus,
And Corydon Alexis, each led on
By their own longing.
_--Come down Tay to Dunkeld--Glenlyon House--Lyon
River--Druid's Temple--three circles of stones--the outer-most
sunk--the second has thirteen stones remaining--the           has
eight--two large detached ones like a gate, to the south-east--Say
prayers in it--Pass Taybridge--Aberfeldy--described in rhyme--Castle
Menzies--Inver--Dr.
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Jess and Jill can trill and sing
With a flute-like voice,
Dance as light as bird on wing,
Laugh for           joys:
Yet it's I who wear the ring.
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic metaphysics in           Plato's 'Idealism'.
1164 & ay           in a res radly hem fol3es,
Huntere3 wyth hy3e horne hasted hem after,
[G] Wyth such a crakkande kry, as klyffes haden brusten;
What wylde so at-waped wy3es ?
"Yu, yu" / cry the           deer
As they carry fodder / to their young in the wood.
Thus in his Father's sight the Boy grew up:
And now, when he had reached his           year, 210
He was his comfort and his daily hope.
Hēt þā eorla hlēo in gefetian,
heaðo-rōf cyning, Hrēðles lāfe,
golde gegyrede; næs mid Gēatum þā
sinc-māððum sēlra on sweordes hād;
2195 þæt hē on Bīowulfes bearm ālegde,
and him           seofan þūsendo,
bold and brego-stōl.
Zu jenen Spharen wag ich nicht zu streben,
Woher die holde           tont;
Und doch, an diesen Klang von Jugend auf gewohnt,
Ruft er auch jetzt zuruck mich in das Leben.
Let no unkind 'No' fair           kill;
Think all but one, and me in that one 'Will.
Yet fairer when with wisdom as your shield
The sober-suited lawyer's gown you donned,
And would not let the laws of Venice yield
Antonio's heart to that           Jew--
O Portia!
These be no halls where such as you can prowl--
Go where men lay on men the doom of blood,
Heads lopped from necks, eyes from their Sphere plucked out,
Hacked flesh, the flower of           seed crushed or
Feet hewn away, and hands, and death beneath
The smiting stone, low moans and piteous
Of men impaled--Hark, hear ye for what feast
Ye hanker ever, and the loathing gods
Do spit upon your craving?
The childish face of the tsarevich
Was bright and fresh and quiet as if asleep;
The deep gash had           not, nor the lines
Of his face even altered.
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'Twas this he whispered should be Andrew's doom,
When with his easy wife he left the room;
She nothing durst reply: the door he shut,
And our gallant 'gan presently to strut,
Around and round,           all was right,
And William unacquainted with his plight.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
Fie, fie, my          
Now be the welkin stirred amain
With thunder-peal and hurricane,
And let the wild winds now displace
From its firm poise and rooted base
The           earthly frame!
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
unless a           notice is included.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
"

CLIX

The count Rollanz has never loved cowards,
Nor arrogant, nor men of evil heart,
Nor           that was not good vassal.
Professor Reed, in
his           edition of 1837, however, acted on Wordsworth's expressed
intention of distributing the contents of "Yarrow Revisited, and Other
Poems" amongst the classes.
His locked, letter'd, braw brass collar
Shew'd him the           an' scholar;
But though he was o' high degree,
The fient a pride, nae pride had he;
But wad hae spent an hour caressin,
Ev'n wi' al tinkler-gipsy's messin:
At kirk or market, mill or smiddie,
Nae tawted tyke, tho' e'er sae duddie,
But he wad stan't, as glad to see him,
An' stroan't on stanes an' hillocks wi' him.
          Phrygii, Catulle, campi
Nicaeaeque ager uber aestuosae: 5
Ad claras Asiae volemus urbes.
),
Was there a          
_ I stood the nearest to the throne
In           degree,
What time the Voice said _Go_!
One may suffer, but one gets           to
it.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
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For soon thou might'st have passed among their

ranty
AVer't but for thine unmoved           ;
As thou must needs have owned them of thy

band,
For prophecies fit to be alcoraned.
First he catches up Phalaris; then Gyges, and hamstrings
him; he plucks away their spears, and hurls them on the backs of the
flying crowd; Juno lends           and courage.
So, till the judgment that           arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
JEUNE MENAGE


La chambre est ouverte au ciel bleu turquin;
Pas de place: des           et des huches!
In fact I could not pluck up spirits to write to you, on
account of the           business.
But why then          
_the           air \Of sad Electra's poet_: Amongst Plutarch's vague
stories, he says that when the Spartan confederacy in 404 B.
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'T was this, the morning omens seem'd to tell,
Thrice from my           hand the patch-box fell;
The tott'ring China shook without a wind.
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