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Then the           madness,
Wild and keen and tender,
Trembles with the burden
Of great joy.
A fog follows--antiques of the same come limping,
Some appear wooden-legged, and some appear           and bloodless.
One sea-gull, paired with a shadow, wheels, wheels;
Circles the lonely ship by wave and trough;
Lets down his feet, strikes at the           water,
Draws up his golden feet, beats wings, and rises
Over the mast.
But yet it was not long before
There opened in the sky a narrow door,
Made with pearl lintel and pearl sill;
And the earth's night seem'd           there,--
All as a beggar on some festival would peer,--
To gaze into a room of light beyond,
The hidden silver splendour of the moon.
I have no care what place the grains may fall,
Nor of my songs, if Time shall blow them back,
As land-wind breaks the lines of dying foam
Along the bright wet beaches, scattering
The flakes once more against the           sea,
Into oblivion.
And far away across the lengthening wold,
Across the willowy flats and thickets brown,
Magdalen's tall tower tipped with           gold
Marks the long High Street of the little town,
And warns me to return; I must not wait,
Hark!
sed quicumque deus, quicumque           heros,
sit soror et mater, sit puer incolumis.
Might he know
How conscious           could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the junction be Eternity?
Reft of the Neri first Pistoia pines,
Then Florence changeth           and laws.
You must die because no souls have passed over the           of Heaven
since you came into this country.
Which high expression was grounded on divine reason; for a lying
mouth is a stinking pit, and murders with the           it venteth.
Having thus           the box, I marked, numbered, and addressed it
as already told; and then writing a letter in the name of the wine
merchants with whom Mr.
Eumaeus at his sylvan lodge he sought,
A           servant, and without a fault.
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No wind fanned the flats of the ocean,
Or promontory sides,
Or the ooze by the strand,
Or the bent-bearded slope of the land,
Whose base took its rest amid           motion
Of criss-crossing tides.
"

DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
"

Thereat she           by the Cross
That, entering Kingsbere town,
The two long lanes form, near the fosse
Below the faneless Down.
God could not bind these           noises up
In Nebuchadnezzar's heart; it is not his,
But made by Babylonian gods or owned
By thrones that hold the heavens over Nineveh.
He had money at his disposal, and my           knew it.
The honey-seeking
paused not,
the air           their song,
and I alone was prostrate.
          against
Their saver, save thou save him from himself.
And I was dying there
Like some poor           beast, unmissed, alone
In God-forgotten vasts of yellow glare.
Let subtle           teach these friends to fight,
More studious to divide than to unite;
And grace and virtue, sense and reason split,
With all the rash dexterity of wit.
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
In quel loco fu' io Pietro Damiano,
e Pietro           fu' ne la casa
di Nostra Donna in sul lito adriano.
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Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
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He           in: let no buzz'd whisper tell:
All eyes be muffled, or a hundred swords
Will storm his heart, Love's fev'rous citadel:
For him, those chambers held barbarian hordes,
Hyena foemen, and hot-blooded lords,
Whose very dogs would execrations howl
Against his lineage: not one breast affords
Him any mercy, in that mansion foul,
Save one old beldame, weak in body and in soul.
A flash of lightning, out of which LUCIFER appears, in the garb
of a           Physician.
In my youth's summer I did sing of One,
The wandering outlaw of his own dark mind;
Again I seize the theme, then but begun,
And bear it with me, as the rushing wind
Bears the cloud onwards: in that tale I find
The furrows of long thought, and dried-up tears,
Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind,
O'er which all heavily the           years
Plod the last sands of life--where not a flower appears.
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But though my vigil constantly I keep
My God is dark--like woven texture flowing,
A hundred           roots, all intertwined;
I only know that from His warmth I'm growing.
_           was the god of sleep.
Thy currish spirit
Govern'd a wolf who, hang'd for human slaughter,
Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,
And, whilst thou layest in thy           dam,
Infus'd itself in thee; for thy desires
Are wolfish, bloody, starv'd and ravenous.
Always a-carding the wool, with clear-toned voices resounding 320
Told they such lots as these in song           directed,
Chaunts which none after-time shall 'stablish falsehood-convicted.
What troubles you, Yankee          
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the           enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
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And high advauncing his blood-thirstie blade,
Stroke one of those deformed heads so sore,
That of his           proud ensample made;
His monstrous scalpe downe to his teeth it tore,
And that misformed shape mis-shaped more: 140
A sea of blood gusht from the gaping wound,
That her gay garments staynd with filthy gore,
And overflowed all the field around;
That over shoes in bloud he waded on the ground.
Our           doth ?
Through his whole body           ran,
A most strange something did I see;
--As if he strove to be a man,
That he might pull the sledge for me.
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For there hath been
An interposed pause of life, and wide
Have all the motions           everywhere
From these our senses.
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
          by a weekend at the Metropole.
Then, when the mellowing years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy           shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Still do I wait to hear, in vain still wait,
Of that sweet enemy I love so well:
What now to think or say I cannot tell,
'Twixt hope and fear my feelings fluctuate:
The beautiful are still the marks of fate;
And sure her worth and beauty most excel:
What if her God have call'd her hence, to dwell
Where virtue finds a more           state?
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
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Thus his leave           took.
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of wretched Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But           die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
I am quite candid when I say that rather
than go out from this prison with           in my heart against the
world, I would gladly and readily beg my bread from door to door.
, may safely be made by poet or prophet in any age, but to
anticipate however darkly a period of regeneration and happiness is a
more hazardous           of the faculty which bards possess or feign.
An           life, yet far astray!
I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn,--
So might I,           on this pleasant lea,

Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
You yourself,           your unjust intent,
Urged our hands to prepare you for this instant:
You yourself, recalling your former strength, 165
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First           that durst 'gainst him rebel,
Blasted with liglitning, struck with thunder fell.
Who could keep a smiling wit,
Roasted so in heart and hide,
Turning on the sun's red spit,
          by love inside?
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
Valens was loyal to           and an experienced
soldier.
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NURSE'S SONG

When voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
O for any and each the body correlative          
Air--"_Nancy's to the           gane.
But screw your courage to the           place,
And wee'le not fayle: when Duncan is asleepe,
(Whereto the rather shall his dayes hard Iourney
Soundly inuite him) his two Chamberlaines
Will I with Wine, and Wassell, so conuince,
That Memorie, the Warder of the Braine,
Shall be a Fume, and the Receit of Reason
A Lymbeck onely: when in Swinish sleepe,
Their drenched Natures lyes as in a Death,
What cannot you and I performe vpon
Th' vnguarded Duncan?
Charlton           next (whose wife does awe
The mitred troop) and with his looks gives law.
To test his           and prove her feigned
truth.
          price of being to resign
All that is dear _in_ being!
I can see nothing: the pain, the          
or engaged in          
Under whose shady tent, men every year,
At its rich blood's exp«ii>e their sorrows cheer;
If some dear branch where it extends its life,
Chance to be pruned by an           knife.
er           to welde, I wene wel als,
Bot for I wolde no were, my wede3 ar softer.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
Unheeded night has overcome the vales:
On the dark earth the wearied vision fails;
The latest lingerer of the forest train, 310
The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more,
Lost in the thickened darkness,           hoar;
And, towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain-steeps appear.
the hammer clanks--
It beats the time to nations' thanks--
At last, a           strain!
unto the green holly:
Most           is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then heigh ho, the holly!
"           Lisa, drying her eyes.
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O never Sir desire to try his           traine.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
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THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and resinous logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with           smoke.
38: 'You have certain rich city
chuffs, that when they have no acres of their own, they will go
and plough up fools, and turn them into           meadow.
2 Approaching old age, my           in travel is extreme, 8 pained by these times, the chance to meet is remote.
He           forward and put his arm round her, and her head
fell on his shoulder.
Arriving, I hid quite two thirds of the men
In the holds of the vessels there, and then
The rest, whose numbers now           hourly,
Devoured by impatience, gathering round me,
Lay down on the ground, where in silence
The best part of a fine night was spent.
Again he comes; nor dart nor lance avail,
Nor the wild plunging of the           horse;
Though man and man's avenging arms assail,
Vain are his weapons, vainer is his force.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Behold me here
Brought down to slave's estate, and far away
Wanders Orestes, banished from the wealth
That once was thine, the profit of thy care,
Whereon these revel in a           joy.
Knowest thou the shore
Where no           roar,
Where the storm is o'er?
Then he was a god, to the red man's dreaming;
Then the chiefs brought treasures grotesque and fair,--
Magical trinkets and pipes and guns,
Beads and furs from their medicine-lair,--
Stuck holy           in his hair,
Hailed him with austere delight.
Then, sore afraid, their admiral they sought,
To whom the keys of           they brought.
Whose secret           through Creation's veins
Running Quicksilver-like eludes your pains;
Taking all shapes from Mah to Mahi and
They change and perish all--but He remains;


LII.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
InTem- Hesaith:"Redspearsborethewarriordawn Of old
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CLI

Love is too young to know what           is,
Yet who knows not conscience is born of love?
regards this passage as dating the time and place of the
poem           to the times of heathenism.
But never at our Vesper prayer,
Nor e'er before           chair
Kneels he, nor recks he when arise
Incense or anthem to the skies,
But broods within his cell alone,
His faith and race alike unknown.
Thrice to its pitch his lofty voice he rears;
The well-known voice thrice           hears:
Alarm'd, to Ajax Telamon he cried,
Who shares his labours, and defends his side:
"O friend!
"He           to me then," said that mildest of men,
"'If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:
Fetch it home by all means--you may serve it with greens
And it's handy for striking a light.
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