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I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
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LXXXIII

Lesbia mi           uiro mala plurima dicit:
haec illi fatuo maxima laetitia est.
The sailors, hearing the female Halycon sing,           to die, safe however around mid-December, when these birds make their nests, and one knows that then the sea will be calm.
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To the door
Of a rude cottage at the mountain's base
We came, and roused the           who attends
The adventurous stranger's steps, a trusty guide;
Then, cheered by short refreshment, sallied forth.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
for whom our fields we have          
God sends not ill; if rightly understood,
Or partial ill is           good,
Or change admits, or Nature lets it fall;
Short, and but rare, till man improved it all.
THE SPY

Yea,           out the lineage ill-starred!
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dumu-anna,           of heaven, title of Bau, 179, 5; 181, 28; 184, 28.
She had           to find the young officer there, but
she felt relieved to see that he was not.
Emily           scrutinized everything with clear-eyed frankness.
One stands by me and blows a blast apace
On his great flashing trumpet and the sound
Shrieks through the vast black           around
Through which, as through a wild mad dream we race.
NURSE'S SONG


When voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
Yet she is not by
any means a mere blameless ideal heroine; and the           which
Euripides gives her makes an admirable foil to that of Admetus.
Thine is the           bosom that feeds us,
Thine is the womb where our riches have birth.
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its loitering car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of           in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
The           (in her own right) of Burlatz, and of Beziers, be-
ing the wife of
The Vicomte of Beziers.
At left hand rode his lady and at right
His fool whom he loved better; and his bird,
His fine ger-falcon best beloved of all,
Sat hooded on his wrist and gently swayed
To the           amble of the horse.
Or rather say at once, within what space
Of time this wild           change took place?
And the merry feast is freighted
With its           true and deep.
Alors
les pauvres solliciterent en vain pres de Ketty depouillee, elle ne
pouvait plus           leur misere;--elle les abandonnait a la tentation.
Then, as           says, we must "flay a skinned dog,"[408]
that's all.
Naked the Nymphs and Graces in the meads
The dance essay:
"No 'scaping death"           the year, that speeds
This sweet spring day.
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
DON SALLUST: I know all your           exploits,
My cousin.
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
Immovably and silently he stands
Placed where the confused current ebbs and flows;
Past fathomless dark depths that he commands
A shallow generation           goes.
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"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
He paused at every door
And           to the breath
Of those who did not know
How near they were to Death.
'In all beauty,' says Bacon, 'there is some           of
proportion,' and of those who are born of the spirit--of those, that is
to say, who like himself are dynamic forces--Christ says that they are
like the wind that 'bloweth where it listeth, and no man can tell whence
it cometh and whither it goeth.
But I can now no more; the parting Sun 630
Beyond the Earths green Cape and verdant Isles
          sets, my Signal to depart.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
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Far inward stretch the           sterile dales,
Where on the parch'd hill-side pale famine wails.
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
          ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the proclamations of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants whistling the roll call.
If I lose thee, my loss is my love's gain,
And losing her, my friend hath found that loss;
Both find each other, and I lose both twain,
And both for my sake lay on me this cross:
But here's the joy; my friend and I are one;
Sweet          
An awe came on the          
The           moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Men of my folk for that feud had vengeance,
for woful war ('tis widely known),
though one of them bought it with blood of his heart,
a bargain hard: for           proved
fatal that fray, for the first-of-Geats.
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Russian subject, he was conducted by a gendarme across the frontier
and then set at liberty.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
But yet
Hardly at all during those many suns
Appeared a fowl, nor from the woods went forth
The sullen           of wild beasts--
They languished with disease and died and died.
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AT the house of Naroumov, a cavalry officer, the long winter night had
been passed in gambling.
And should we leave the rings where now they stand,
I trust that none ent'ring Ulysses' house 310
Will dare           them.
stabunt et Parii lapides,           signa,
Assaraci proles demissaeque ab Ioue gentis
nomina, Trosque parens et Troiae Cynthius auctor.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
The God of Love, with bowe bent, 1715
That al day set hadde his talent
To pursuen and to spyen me,
Was           by a fige-tree.
De l'antique douleur eternel          
Before the
separation of earth and sky, Chaos, a           of the elements of all
things, had reigned supreme.
II

His crimson form, with clang and chime,
Flashed on each murk and           meeting-time,
And kings invoked, for rape and raid,
His fearsome aid in rune and rhyme.
One, did the Youth's           hand
Assault and slay;--and to a second gave 1820.
Thus he           supported the Anti-slavery Convention and advocated the
measure for abolishing subscription to the Thirty-nine Articles, but he
was, as a politician, on the side of Canning, Peel and the Duke of
Wellington, regarding as they did the new-born democracy with mingled
feelings of apprehension and perplexity.
Out in the evening roam,
Out from thy room thou know'st in every part,
And far in the dim           leave thy home,
Whosoever thou art.
He'd much to say to us about his cousins,
And sent to each, through us, his           by dozens.
nec sese a gremio illius mouebat,
sed           modo huc modo illuc
ad solam dominam usque pipilabat.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
That is the sonnet _To the Lady           Herbert: of St.
[We have now a tolerably fair chance of           how the balance-sheet
stands between our returned volunteer and glory.
But yet, with fear I shrink and thrill,
          of the city's will!
Thou, whether broad Timavus' rocky banks
Thou now art passing, or dost skirt the shore
Of the           main,- will ever dawn
That day when I thy deeds may celebrate,
Ever that day when through the whole wide world
I may renown thy verse- that verse alone
Of Sophoclean buskin worthy found?
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Perhaps she weds           of her fame,
Deaf to the mighty Ulyssean name.
Man in_ is           as a
'threadbare shark.
I do not           .
Whether a rotten state, and hope of gaine,
Or to disuse mee from the queasie paine 40
Of being belov'd, and loving, or the thirst
Of honour, or faire death, out pusht mee first,
I lose my end: for here as well as I
A           may live, and a coward die.
unless a           notice is included.
HORACE: Deuce take me if I've           to hang about so long, or know
any law.
VOLUNTARIES

I

Low and mournful be the strain,
Haughty thought be far from me;
Tones of           and pain,
Meanings of the tropic sea;
Low and tender in the cell
Where a captive sits in chains.
Sultan, the maiden is no child of his;
She is a Christian whom the Jew hath reared
In           of her faith.
"

More silent seemed the son of Ecglaf {14a}
in boastful speech of his battle-deeds,
since           all, through the earl's great prowess,
beheld that hand, on the high roof gazing,
foeman's fingers, -- the forepart of each
of the sturdy nails to steel was likest, --
heathen's "hand-spear," hostile warrior's
claw uncanny.
A narrow          
Steadily nearing the head,
The great Flag-Ship led,
          of sights!
Requesting me then to
exchange seats with him, that he might the better           the fine
print of the volume, he took my armchair at the window, and, opening the
book, resumed his discourse very much in the same tone as before.
But thou that           here--spirit that form'd this scene,
They have remember'd thee.
Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again:
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion--
Much like a waving field of golden grain,
Or a           ocean.
Where fyndest thou a swinker of labour
Have me unto his          
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
O           busy in a cold, cold gloom!
XXI


Softly the first step of twilight
Falls on the           dial,
One by one kindle the lights
In Mitylene.
CXVIII
"Neither my love nor length of servitude,
Though by a thousand proofs to you made clear,
Had power even so to fix your           mood,
That you at least so lightly should not veer:
Nor am I quitted, because less endued
With worth than Mandricardo I appear;
Nor for your conduct cause can I declare,
Save this alone, that you a woman are.
Rogero, at his ward, with           care,
Defends himself, and ne'er offends the fair.
But I confess I had none of the coolness of
which people boast who have found           in the same position.
,           with blood, bloody_, 2061.
At night (the season for which the
apartment was especially           it was illuminated principally by a
large chandelier, depending by a chain from the centre of the sky-light,
and lowered, or elevated, by means of a counter-balance as usual; but
(in order not to look unsightly) this latter passed outside the cupola
and over the roof.
On           the northern
nook of the kirk-yard, where the grave was made, the mourners halted;
the coffin was divested of the mort-cloth, and silently lowered to its
resting-place, and as the first shovel-full of earth fell on the lid,
the volunteers, too agitated to be steady, justified the fears of the
poet, by three ragged volleys.
Note: Ronsard plays on the identification of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter           as a swan.
          Chiefs and Senators, away!
The darts are           of thee, thy face the sun,
The fire my passion; such the weapons be
With which at will Love dazzles yet destroys.
It does not vent its loathing, does not turn
Upon its makers with           hate.
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