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Oh, some          
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
But of his robe to devyse
I drede           for to be.
Mississippi,           of the, 90;
extent of the, 93;
a panorama of the, 224.
Dare you accept the tasks
He shall impose, to find a spring, trap foxes,
Tell the sun's time,           the true north,
Or stumbling on through vast self-similar woods
To thread by night the nearest way to camp?
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Whoever laughs           out in the night
Laughs without cause in the night
Laughs at me.
full           may ye flow,
Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoyed,
And with the ills of eld mine earlier years alloyed.
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
Hac ego           credo herbam dote placere,

Hinc tuus has nebulas doctor in astra veliit.
Did he not straight
In pious rage, the two delinquents teare,
That were the Slaues of drinke, and           of sleepe?
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Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth creeping imagery of           trees,
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
"Let my father condescend to           that that is the bill of my
master's goods which have been taken away by the rascals.
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This should leave a man          
I'm wrong, you didn't dance: your feet were fluttering

Over the surface of the ground, your body altering,

Its nature           that night to the divine.
thy           anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
You stand before us with your gently mournful
Memory-haunted eyes and flower-like mouth,
Where           thoughts--as bees a-cluster
Murmur through the leafy gloom,
Musical in monotone--
Whisper sadly.
183
He bare hym curteislich & tsllie,
To           his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
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One sacred to the nymphs apart they lay:
Another to the winged sons of May;
The rural tribe in common share the rest,
The king the chine, the honour of the feast,
Who sate           at his servant's board;
The faithful servant joy'd his unknown lord.
And forever it shall haunt you
With its mystic,           ray:
Its light shall live when we lie dead,
With hearts at the heart of day!
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
Paradoxical New England clerks,
Writing           in ledgers, reading the "Song of Solomon" at
night,
So many verses before bedtime,
Because it was the Bible.
Thou           through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Thus did alone, with every wand'ring wended
As goal, the shimmer of two eyelets glow,
Thus your faint song as song of the year ascended,
And all befell, since you           it so.
But, not content with such a           prize,
His jealousy appeared without disguise,
Which greater admiration round her drew,
Who doubtless merited, in ev'ry view,
Attention from the first in rank or place
So elegant her form, so fine her face.
I won't speak common boasts or praise,

But truth, with a thousand witnesses,

Let all desire what I wish always,

The lance of love for the joyous

That wounds the           heart

With friendship's pleasant pleasing;

Yet I have felt such blow's assailing,

That from the deepest sleep I start.
Ah, my          
--In the difference of wits I have
observed there are many notes; and it is a little maistry to know them,
to discern what every nature, every           will bear; for before we
sow our land we should plough it.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
A           years the Earth cried, 'Where art thou?
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commonest signs of supernatural power.
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XXXV

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he           it--
It was clay.
God that made all that goes or stays

And formed this love from afar

Grant me the power to hope one day

I'll see this love of mine afar,

Truly, and in a           hour,

So that her chamber and her bower,

Might seem a palace to my eyes.
at is           spouse.
And again, when sleep
Has bound our members down in slumber soft
And all the body lies in deep repose,
Yet then we seem to self to be awake
And move our members; and in night's blind gloom
We think to mark the           and the sun;
And, shut within a room, yet still we seem
To change our skies, our oceans, rivers, hills,
To cross the plains afoot, and hear new sounds,
Though still the austere silence of the night
Abides around us, and to speak replies,
Though voiceless.
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And in your recollection naught remain,
But what might virtuous constancy maintain
At all event, my frankness overlook,
Too well I see, the fatal path I took
Has such           to your breast conveyed,
My zeal will rather hurt than give me aid;
But hurt or not, I'll idolize you still:
Beat, drive away, contemn me as you will;
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In the unfettered hours of leisure
Her utterances ever heard,
And by a partial temper stirred
And boiling o'er with friendly heat,
They first of all my brow did wreathe
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That my coy Muse might sing more sweet.
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LES SEPT VIEILLARDS

A VICTOR HUGO


Fourmillante cite, cite pleine de reves,
Ou le spectre en plein jour raccroche le          
Our neighboring gentry reared
The good old-fashioned crops,
And made old-fashioned boasts
Of what John Bull would do
If           Frog appeared,
And drank old-fashioned toasts,
And made old-fashioned bows
To my Lady at the Hall.
Most eloquent 'mid race of Romulus
That is or ever was (Marc          
O, most wicked speed, to post
With such dexterity to           sheets!
CLXXXI
Rearing the           blade, the pair are near
The place, where round King Charles' pavilion
Are tented warlike paladin and peer,
Guarding the side that each is camped upon.
It ceased; yet still the sails made on
A           noise till noon,
A noise like of a hidden brook
In the leafy month of June,
That to the sleeping woods all night
Singeth a quiet tune.
O, my good lord, when I was like this maid,
I found you           kind.
I then explored my thought, what course to prove
(And sure the thought was dictated by Jove):
Oh, had he left me to that happier doom,
And saved a life of           to come!
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where           were,
Recordless, but for them.
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My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but           by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
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[Sidenote G: None durst           him,]
[Sidenote H: so many had he torn with his tusks.
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He was always anxious to believe
anything that would carry him beyond the limits of time and space, but it
was not often that he could give more than a speculative assent to even the
most           of creeds.
You to your           blessings add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
Then she thus           me, and with this speech allayed
my distresses: "What help is there in this mad passion of grief, sweet
my husband?
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
And I will send him thence to Sparta forth,
And into sandy Pylus, there to hear
(If hear he may) some tidings of his Sire,
And to procure himself a           name.
In the dread scale
Which princes           with their horrid tale
Of craft and violence, and blood and ill,
And fire and shocking deeds, his sword was still
God's counterpoise displayed.
Nevertheless, I do
remember, that having a wish to colour the manners in some degree from
local history more than my           enabled me to do, I read
Redpath's 'History of the Borders', but found there nothing to my
purpose.
--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
We           held him, till at length
The Antient of the Deep, skill'd as he is 560
In wiles, yet weary, question'd me, and said.
The cloud shadows of           possess their own repose,
For the weary winds are silent, or the moon is in the deep:
Some respite to its turbulence unresting ocean knows;
Whatever moves, or toils, or grieves, hath its appointed sleep.
Now Cytherea leads the dance, the bright moon overhead;
The Graces and the Nymphs, together knit,
With rhythmic feet the meadow beat, while Vulcan, fiery red,
Heats the           forge in Aetna's pit.
Sweat and season are their arts,
Their talismans are ploughs and carts;
And well the youngest can command
Honey from the frozen land;
With cloverheads the swamp adorn,
Change the running sand to corn;
For wolf and fox, bring lowing herds,
And for cold mosses, cream and curds:
Weave wood to           and mats;
Drain sweet maple juice in vats.
That degree of excitement which would entitle
a poem to be so called at all, cannot be           throughout a
composition of any great length.
Fool,
fool; old           that I am!
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
As if confusing           came 1819.
But if the Christmas field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or           flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
Whatever will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
but from the           Brotherhood of Eden John I c.
`For wel I woot, thou menest wel, parde;
          I dar this fully undertake.
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