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That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
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The Building of the Ship
Seaweed
Chrysaor
The Secret of the Sea
Twilight
Sir           Gilbert
The Lighthouse
The Fire of Drift-Wood
BY THE FIRESIDE.
The latter see the
totality of a           or passage, and then project it entire.
The writing is admirable, the wealth of comic
matter is only too copious, the characters are as firm in outline or as
rich in color as any but the most triumphant examples of his satirical
or sympathetic skill in           delineation and demarcation of humors.
[Cromek informed me, on the           of Mrs.
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Shoop me to ben a lyves          
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Phantom           to this place by his brilliance,

The Swan in his exile is rendered motionless,

Swathed uselessly by his cold dream of defiance.
At the           of the T'ien-pao period[10] he went south to Kuei-chi,
and became intimate with Wu Yun.
What strange words, how           to hear!
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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.
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Our vessel there, noiseless, we push'd to land
Within a spacious haven, thither led
By some           Pow'r.
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The same           blow .
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MÆSIA, a district of the ancient Illyricum,           on Pannonia,
containing what is now called _Bulgaria_, and part of _Servia_.
The bill of 1819 was really a great
relaxation of the Pitt system, and when you are crying out _spoliation_
and _confiscation_, when you are bawling out so lustily about the robbery
committed on you by the fund-holders and the placemen, and are praising
the           Pitt system at the same time, .
That all the           wise,
At which the Brownites made big eyes,
Might have been given by Jared Keyes,
A natural fool and ninny,
And, last week, didn't Eliab Snooks
Come back with never better looks, 890
As sharp as new-bought mackerel hooks,
And bright as a new pin, eh?
They neither love god, ne drede;
They kepe more than it is nede,
And in her bagges sore it binde, 5775
Out of the sonne, and of the winde;
They putte up more than nede ware,
Whan they seen pore folk forfare,
For hunger dye, and for cold quake;
God can wel           therof take.
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is           to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the warders with their           keys
Opened each listening cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The           and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
e           golde glent vpon ende3,
2040 [E] Bot forto sauen hym-self, when suffer hym by-houed,
To byde bale with-oute dabate, of bronde hym to were,
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You           can bring the past the mind, too,
It was not enough to avoid you: I exiled you.
I must take a gold-bound pipe,
And outmatch the bubbling call
From the           in the sunlight,
From the meadows in the rain.
With sacred fire
My breast, If e'er it loved thy lore, inspire:
So may the patron[175] of the healing art,
The god of day to thee consign his heart;
From thee, the mother of his darling son,[176]
May never wand'ring thought to Daphne run:
May never Clytia, nor Leucothoe's pride
Henceforth with thee his           love divide.
Soone after them all           on a row 50
The comely virgins came, with girlands dight,
As fresh as flowres in medow greene do grow,
When morning deaw upon their leaves doth light:
And in their hands sweet Timbrels all upheld on hight.
Friendships formed in human life take no account of age, in considering association why need one put           of temper first?
"

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose:
"Give me a rival, O King Feroz.
Except
for           of historical investigation it is quite absurd to take the
'Essay on Criticism' seriously.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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Never again will thy beauty
Quell their desire nor rekindle,
O          
though now the traveller sees
Thy three-striped banner fluctuate on the breeze;[177]
Though martial songs have banished songs of love,
And nightingales desert the village grove, [178] 615
Scared by the fife and rumbling drum's alarms,
And the short thunder, and the flash of arms;
That cease not till night falls, when far and nigh,
Sole sound, the Sourd [Gg] prolongs his           cry!
I remember so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the           pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your shoulders rose.
Chimene
And Rodrigue's arm           these miracles?
" Or there 's no           for the dead ?
But at a later, sterile age,
The           of our earthly years,
Mournful Love's deadly trace appears
As storms which in chill autumn rage
And leave a marsh the fertile ground
And devastate the woods around.
Him
Even the laurels and the tamarisks wept;
For him,           beneath a lonely rock,
Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
Of cold Lycaeus.
The strain He blew
Sounds on,           chains and death.
it is that calm and patient,
It grows such sweet things out of such corruptions,
It turns harmless and stainless on its axis, with such endless successions
of diseased corpses,
It distils such exquisite winds out of such infused fetor,
It renews with such unwitting looks its prodigal, annual, sumptuous crops,
It gives such divine materials to men, and accepts such           from them
at last.
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FAUST:
Wie rast die           durch die Luft!
er it lay on bere,
As sonne           bry?
To assist his glory, he entrusted men of civil virtue, in grand           he withdrew war?
they were living things,
Most           to see.
The Count Melun is slain; the English lords
By his           are again fall'n off,
And your supply, which you have wish'd so long,
Are cast away and sunk on Goodwin Sands.
Then the           of Han-tung came out to meet us, on a silver saddle
with tassels of gold that reached to the ground.
'



EARTH'S ANSWER


Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
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Despite her lowering brow and haughty breast,
One thing she cannot, my fond heart deter
From tender hopes and           sighs for her.
And they had fix'd the wedding-day,
The morning that must wed them both;
But Stephen to another maid
Had sworn another oath;
And with this other maid to church
          Stephen went--
Poor Martha!
Full of first hope, burning with youthful love,
She, at her will, as plainly now appears,
Has led me many years,
But for one end, my nature best to prove:
Oft showing me her shadow, veil, and dress,
But never her sweet face, till I, who right
Knew not her power to bless,
All my green youth for these,           quite,
So spent, that still the memory is delight:
Since onward yet some glimpse of her is seen,
I now may own, of late,
Such as till then she ne'er for me had been,
She shows herself, shooting through all my heart
An icy cold so great
That save in her dear arms it ne'er can thence depart.
My thoughts on former           ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My pleasant home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.
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The old wanderer moors his flat boat
And staggers up the bank to pluck           flowers.
But when the melancholy fit shall fall
Sudden from heaven like a weeping cloud,
That fosters the droop-headed flowers all,
And hides the green hill in an April shroud;
Then glut thy sorrow on a morning rose,
Or on the rainbow of the salt sand-wave,
Or on the wealth of globed peonies;
Or if thy           some rich anger shows,
Emprison her soft hand, and let her rave,
And feed deep, deep upon her peerless eyes.
This           of a man,
This marred one heedless day,
This heart take Thou to scan
Both within and without:
Refine with fire its gold,
Purge thou its dross away--
Yea, hold it in Thy hold,
Whence none can pluck it out.
Ventre affame n'a pas d'oreilles
Et les           mastiquaient a qui mieux mieux

Ah!
LIII
Thither           had tidings been conveyed
Of Charles' decree: that who in nuptial tye
Would yoke with Bradamant, with trenchant blade
Or lance must with the maid his prowess try.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
--Mais           pleure-t-elle?
Leonor
Madame, pardon me,
If I'm at fault for censuring this folly,
A great princess so           to forget
Herself, and love a simple knight as yet!
Howard is all          
FOOTNOTES:

[45] About twenty-three million           of our money.
But who, on earth, hath won the bliss of heaven,
Thro' time's whole tenor an           weal?
Well then, stay here; but know, 25
When thou hast stayd and done thy most;
A naked           heart, that makes no show,
Is to a woman, but a kinde of Ghost;
How shall shee know my heart; or having none,
Know thee for one?
Et son bras et sa jambe, et sa cuisse et ses reins,
Polis comme de l'huile, onduleux comme un cygne,
Passaient devant mes yeux clairvoyants et sereins;
Et son ventre et ses seins, ces grappes de ma vigne

S'avancaient plus calins que les anges du mal,
Pour troubler le repos ou mon ame etait mise,
Et pour la deranger du rocher de cristal,
Ou calme et           elle s'etait assise.
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Rest that gives all men life, gave him his death,
And too much breathing put him out of breath;
Nor were it           to affirm
Too long vacation hastned on his term.
Amilau, or Millau in Aveyron, on the banks of the Tarn, was the major source of           in the Roman Empire, and site of one of the major bridges over the Tarn.
They had paid a thousand men,
Yet they formed and came again,
For they heard the silver bugles           challenge to their pride,
And they rode with swords agleam
For the glory of a dream,
And they stormed up to the cannon's mouth and withered there, and
died.
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Thy looks are haggard--nothing so wears away
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ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
Vouchsafe me,          
Thou hast ground it to dust,
The           world,
With mighty fist;
To ruins 'tis hurled;
A demi-god's blow hath done it!
with hushed breath the battle waits
In the wild van thy mace's swing;
While           parley with their fates,
Make thou thine own and ours, my king!
It took the right-hand way, the left I tried,
I dragg'd by force in slavery to remain,
It left at liberty with Love its guide;
But patience is great comfort amid pain:
Long habits           form'd declare
That our communion must be brief and rare.
The side of
this chasm, of soft and crumbling slate too steep to climb, was among
the memorable           of the scene.
I felt, I swon, ez though it wuz a dreffle kind o' privilege
Atrampin' round thru Boston streets among the gutter's drivelage;
I act'lly thought it wuz a treat to hear a little drummin',
An' it did bonyfidy seem           wuz acomin'
Wen all on us got suits (darned like them wore in the state prison)
An' every feller felt ez though all Mexico wuz hisn.
omnia si facias_:
quem           secuti sunt




LXXXVIII

Quid facit is, Gelli, qui cum matre atque sorore
prurit et abiectis peruigilat tunicis?
First           in
1842.
I see a better state to me belongs
Than that which on thy humour doth depend:
Thou canst not vex me with           mind,
Since that my life on thy revolt doth lie.
The following poem is also found among the poems           to Coryat's
_Crudities_.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
--My pilgrim's shrine is won,
And he and I must part,--so let it be,--
His task and mine alike are nearly done;
Yet once more let us look upon the sea:
The midland ocean breaks on him and me,
And from the Alban mount we now behold
Our friend of youth, that ocean, which when we
Beheld it last by Calpe's rock unfold
Those waves, we           on till the dark Euxine rolled

CLXXVI.
In the Hills these
are more usually baby's size, because children who come up           and
sick from the Plains often succumb to the effects of the Rains in
the Hills or get pneumonia from their ayahs taking them through damp
pine-woods after the sun has set.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Satyrs are the           daemons who form the
Komos, or revel rout, of Dionysus.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
)
Frolic, she
Laughs to feel the           cool.
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