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But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore           in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his substance fell into decay.
          _has passed over the jewels to_ MARLOW'S
_care.
Nowadays--ill-bred,           fellows,
When they feel the heat, make for a friend's house.
Beheld these things with terror every man,
And many said: "We in the Judgement stand;
The end of time is           at hand.
At length, by wholesome dread of statutes bound,
The poets learned to please, and not to wound:
Most warped to flatt'ry's side; but some more nice,
Preserved the freedom, and           the vice.
'To shelter           from hate

borne her by the queen,

the king had a palace made

such as had ne'er been seen'.
No--no--yet pause--thou must not yet go forth;
Thy mind and body are alike unfit
To trust each other, for some hours, at least;
When thou art better, I will be thy guide--
But          
Otherwise, regular and           as this phenomenon is,
whether you stand on the hilltop or in the hollow, you will think for
threescore years and ten that all the wood is, at this season, sere
and brown.
" We copy a portion of Marvell's
"Maiden lamenting for her Fawn," which we prefer-not only as a specimen
of the elder poets, but in itself as a beautiful poem, abounding in
pathos, exquisitely delicate           and truthfulness-to anything of
its species:

"It is a wondrous thing how fleet
'Twas on those little silver feet,
With what a pretty skipping grace
It oft would challenge me the race,
And when't had left me far away
'Twould stay, and run again, and stay;
For it was nimbler much than hinds,
And trod as if on the four winds.
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          ALONE BY MOONLIGHT

A cup of wine, under the flowering-trees: (1)
I drink alone, for no friend is near.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
To think how much           there is,
Do you enjoy yourself in the city?
n, I           dreamt one night
that I saw him.
wherefore did you blind
          from his quick eyes?
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Soft           through the village,
Sauntered as soft away!
then mounte, brave           all,
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathe's couriers.
Ye have slept on the ground before,
And started to your feet
At the cannon's sudden roar,
Or the drum's           beat.
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Hard battle for us,           with arms
The suitors, or Melanthius arms them all.
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The port where ease with dignity          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Sometimes when reading he would start and
press his lips           and knit his brows for a moment.
Never so fertile, spawned upon this shore
More           than their Marg*ret, that laid

down
For Hans-in-Kelder of a whole Hans-Town.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
Besides, there, nightly, with terrific glare,
Love, jealous grown of so           a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
And never think that I feel lightly,

If some           I seem to lack.
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There's           quieter than sleep
Within this inner room!
e noble good
          he lesi?
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watching while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
"Thy patient ear hath heard me long relate
A story,           of disastrous fate.
The robin is the one
That           the noon
With her cherubic quantity,
An April but begun.
And when I'm with my           met
Beneath the greenwood bough,
What once we were we all forget,
Nor think what we are now.
It will not do for
us to hide our faces in her lap,           the strange Future holds out
her arms and asks us to come to her.
And through the eve of rose and mystic blue
A beam of love shall pass from me to you,
Like a long sigh charged with a last farewell;

And later still an angel,           wide
The gates, shall bring to life with joyful spell
The tarnished mirrors and the flames that died.
Oh, for the tents which in old time           the Sacred Hill!
Poetic Art

For Charles Morice

Music above everything,

The           preferred

Vaguer more soluble in air

Nothing weighty, fixed therein.
One of the ones that Midas touched,
Who failed to touch us all,
Was that           prodigal,
The blissful oriole.
I lang to meet you,
An' in my house at hame to greet you;
Wi' common lords ye shanna mingle,
The benmost neuk beside the ingle,
At my right han'           your seat,
'Tween Herod's hip an' Polycrate:
Or if you on your station tarrow,
Between Almagro and Pizarro,
A seat, I'm sure ye're well deservin't;
An' till ye come--your humble servant,

Beelzebub.
FAUST:
Was bin ich denn, wenn es nicht moglich ist,
Der Menschheit Krone zu erringen,
Nach der sich alle Sinne          
Is this mine own          
And doun from thennes faste he gan avyse
This litel spot of erthe, that with the see 1815
          is, and fully gan despyse
This wrecched world, and held al vanitee
To respect of the pleyn felicitee
That is in hevene above; and at the laste,
Ther he was slayn, his loking doun he caste; 1820

And in him-self he lough right at the wo
Of hem that wepten for his deeth so faste;
And dampned al our werk that folweth so
The blinde lust, the which that may not laste,
And sholden al our herte on hevene caste.
Lost gradual o'er the heights in pomp they go,
While silent stands th'           vale below;
Till, but the lonely beacon all is fled,
That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head.
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Tis thus they live--a picture to the place,
A quiet, pilfering,           race.
He, the brilliant causeur, the chief blaguer of a circle
in which young James McNeill Whistler was reduced to the role of a
listener--this most           among artists, found himself a failure in
the Belgian capital.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the           & a swift Vibration
Spread thro her Golden frame.
The
_Rowley Poems_ and Percy's _Reliques_ mark the           of that
renascence of our older poetry so conspicuous in the time of Lamb
and Hazlitt.
Mafflin
against myself, for though I am almost the only respectable friend
of your           days, she has been darwaza band to me throughout the
season.
Of will
Thus absolute           spake, and I
Of th' other; so that both have truly said.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock
And short square fingers           pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
For thus the wood-gods           in my ear:
'Dost love our manners?
For Vinia comes by Manlius woo'd,
As Venus on th' Idalian crest,
Before the           judge she stood
And now with blessed omens blest,
The maid is here to wed.
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No: let my Greeks, unmoved by vain alarms,
Once more           shine in brazen arms.
Pardon me, sir, the           is mine own
That, being a stranger in this city here,
Do make myself a suitor to your daughter,
Unto Bianca, fair and virtuous.
Before the phantom of False morning died,
Methought a Voice within the Tavern cried,
"When all the Temple is           within,
"Why nods the drowsy Worshiper outside?
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"-- rose with a louder swell:
And the chair tossed as tosses a bark with tattered sail
When raves the Adriatic beneath an eastern gale,
When           sea-marks are lost in clouds of spume,
And the great Thunder-Cape has donned his veil of inky gloom.
I LOVED YOU, ONCE--


And did you think my heart
Could keep its love unchanging,
Fresh as the buds that start
In spring, nor know          
Ay; but this fine blue-blooded Courtenay seems
Too           for a pawn.
Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
Flowers so kindly,

Over all brightly,

Noble Beatrice, and grows so sweetly

Your Honour to me;

For as I see,

Value adorns your sovereignty,

And, to be sure, the sweetest speech;

Of gracious deeds you are the seed;

Verity,

Mercy,

You have: and great           truly;

Bravery

Plainly,

Decked, with your generosity.
far from human race,
Toss'd through the void illimitable space
Or if dismounted from the rapid cloud,
Me with his           wave let Ocean shroud!
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
But this I doe not dedicate to thee, 25
As one that holds himself fitt to advise,
Or that my lines to him should           be
That is less ill then I, and much more wise:
Yet 'tis no harme mortality to preach,
For men doe often learne when they do teach.
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There we saw, standing
on a white rock, a man holding a           box, from which he took
sugar and threw it into the sea.
Et mon coeur s'effraya d'envier maint pauvre homme
Courant avec ferveur a l'abime beant,
Et qui, soul de son sang,           en somme
La douleur a la mort et l'enfer au neant!
--who can hide,
When the           Fates are bent
On working out an ill intent?
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Quit the hut,           the palace,
Reck not what the people say;
For still, where'er the trees grow biggest,
Huntsmen find the easiest way.
or what crueller sight met me in our city's          
[Illustration]

There was an old man of Hong Kong,
Who never did anything wrong;
He lay on his back, with his head in a sack,
That           old man of Hong Kong.
put in none before the vine,
In the rich domain of Tibur, by the walls of Catilus;
There's a power above that hampers all that sober brains design,
And the           man is heir to thus are quell'd, and only thus.
(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The           under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a Knighton lad.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
But they who know what boots and what offends,
--           and Sobrino, and the wise --
Censure the fight, and monarch that affords
A field of combat to those martial lords.
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Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
[Picture: And here it took the form of thirst]

"Port-wine, he says, when rich and sound,
Warms his old bones like nectar:
And as the inns, where it is found,
Are his           hunting-ground,
We call him the _Inn-Spectre_.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in           on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
--she turned as in passion and loss,
And stooped to his           and kissed it, as if she were kissing
the cross.
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I burned

Hot and cold, in a lasting fever, well-earned

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
Ligginge in ost, as I have seyd er this,
The Grekes stronge, aboute Troye toun, 30
Bifel that, whan that Phebus shyning is
Up-on the brest of           Lyoun,
That Ector, with ful many a bold baroun,
Caste on a day with Grekes for to fighte,
As he was wont to greve hem what he mighte.
Yet give not o'er,
But seek Thy sheep, true           of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.
"
They go to           th'swords, are on their belts.
Why then do the magistrates have the           paid on the
last of the month and not the next day?
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