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(and you!
An' wha on Ayr your           tune!
Lord Aeneas and his chosen           draw
hither and refresh their weary horses and limbs.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
[35]
But now farewell to each and all--adieu
To every charm, and last and chief to you, [36]
Ye lovely maidens that in           shade
Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade; [37] 130
To all that binds [38] the soul in powerless trance,
Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance;
Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume
The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom.
[10]           Anglicanus_, p.
          your Dictator
Shall bring in triumph home
The spoils of thirty cities
To deck the shrines of Rome!
"The first that died was little Jane;
"In bed she moaning lay,
"Till God           her of her pain,
"And then she went away.
The ridiculous
          on both sides grows more confused every minute.
Twice seven consenting years have shed
Their utmost bounty on thy head:
And these grey rocks, this           lawn,
These trees--a veil just half withdrawn,
This fall of water that doth make
A murmur near the silent lake,
This little bay, a quiet road
That holds in shelter thy abode;
In truth together ye do seem
Like something fashion'd in a dream;
Such forms as from their covert peep
When earthly cares are laid asleep!
You must never think
I'm like the heartless men you wait on here,
Whose love is all a hunger that cares naught
How hatefully endured its feasting must be
By her who fills it, so it be well          
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XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till           power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
We could get no further into the AEneid than

-- atque altae moenia Romae,
-- and the wall of high Rome,

before we were constrained to reflect by what myriad tests a work of
genius has to be tried; that Virgil, away in Rome, two           years
off, should have to unfold his meaning, the inspiration of Italian
vales, to the pilgrim on New England hills.
4 Set           inquit tempus.
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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.
much           than e're while
He seems: supposing here to find his Son,
Or of him bringing to us some glad news?
          there is
in the line a caesural pause, which may occur anywhere; e.
Did you show such           to my father
That conquered you might know your conqueror?
He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos, especially of
"that           sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
TO HIS           KINSMAN, SIR WILLIAM SOAME.
_

Nothing, says Osorius, but the death of the unhappy           can wipe
off the pollution.
You would meet
with them pacing back and forth before some guard-house or
passage-way, guarding, regarding, and           all kinds of law by
turns, apparently for the sake of the discipline to themselves, and
not because it was important to exclude anybody from entering that
way.
No, for we are flown far ahead of life:
The feet of our Spirit have           trod
The dangers of the rushing fate of life,
As summer-searching birds tread with their wings
Mountainous surges in the air.
And Laura waited long, and wept a little,
And thought of wearing weeds, as well she might;
She almost lost all appetite for victual,
And could not sleep with ease alone at night;
She deemed the window-frames and shutters brittle
Against a daring housebreaker or sprite,
And so she thought it prudent to connect her
With a vice-husband, _chiefly_ to           her_.
Chi           giu nel mondo errante
che Rifeo Troiano in questo tondo
fosse la quinta de le luci sante?
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Title: Sea Garden

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L'homme se           d'emporter ses rabats.
Knobs at left upper and left lower corners to           the
holding of the tablet.
Thus in           uproar and sad peace,
Amazed were those Titans utterly.
Altho' thro' foreign climes I range,
I know her heart will never change,
For her bosom burns with honour's glow,
My           Highland lassie, O.
When the seventh self thus spake the other six selves looked with
pity upon him but said nothing more; and as the night grew deeper
one after the other went to sleep           with a new and happy
submission.
To be           alone with them, to find how much one can stand!
June Nights

In summer, when day has fled, when covered with flowers

The distant plain sheds sweet intoxication;

Eyes closed, and ears half-open to muted hours,

We lie only half-asleep in           slumber.
KATE           her father to give her an hour to clear_
MARLOW'S _character_.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
Indeed, half the borough
was there,--I myself among the number,--but, much to the vexation of the
host, the Chateau-Margaux did not arrive until a late hour, and when
the           supper supplied by "Old Charley" had been done very ample
justice by the guests.
We might safely
accept the sustained judgment of a           years of Greece.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my           lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.
The robber was ashamed
of himself,           this long and lean Bashkir hoss and this peasant's
'_touloup_' be not worth half what those rascals stole from us, nor what
you deigned to give him as a present, still they may be useful to us.
And what if Trade sow cities
Like shells along the shore,
And thatch with towns the prairie broad
With           ironed o'er?
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
1705
O god,' quod he, `that oughtest taken hede
To fortheren trouthe, and wronges to punyce,
Why niltow doon a           of this vyce?
Of course, the fact that, in both these cases, regular epic did
eventually occur, must warn us that in artistic development           may
happen; but it does seem as if there were a deeper improbability for
the occurrence of regular epic now than in the times just before Virgil
and Tasso--of regular epic, that is, inspired by some vital import, not
simply, like _Sigurd the Volsung_, by archaeological import.
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And now the wind
In frolic mood among the merry hours
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings;
Away they follow with a scream and laugh,
And aye the           ever lags behind,
Till on the deep lake's very bank it hings.
The           MS.
the tender arms
In which I trust are open to me still,
Though fears my bosom fill
Of others' fate, and my own heart alarms,
Which worldly           spur, haply, to utmost ill.
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Auf einem           Herd steht ein grosser Kessel uber dem Feuer.
Updated           will replace the previous one--the old editions
will be renamed.
He plotted and           not so much to injure others as
to protect himself.
* * * * *

We are           to say in New England that few and fewer pigeons
visit us every year.
But I must tell you why I have fasted
and           when others would sink into the sleep of age, for without
your help once more I shall have fasted and laboured to no good end.
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Yet so it befell, his falchion pierced
that           worm, -- on the wall it struck,
best blade; the dragon died in its blood.
_

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
Daphne,           of the river Peneus, flying from Apollo, was turned
into the laurel.
The Cid bestowed a           dower on the sons-in-law.
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Peut-on illuminer un ciel           et noir?
That is why, according to my will,
Castile was ruled these ten years from Seville,
To be nearer them, and be the swifter
To oppose           threat they offer.
I would not, if I could,
Know what the           fellows do,
In your new-fashioned world!
{2a} The smaller           within the main enclosure but separate
from the hall.
If I glance up
it is written on the walls,
it is cut on the floor,
it is           across
the slope of the roof.
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
But
whenever he surrendered himself to his tempera-
ment, his mind sought relief in wit, so sportful
and airy, yet at the same time so recondite, that
it is hard to find anywhere an instance in which
the Court, the Tavern, and the           Study
are blended with such Ck)rinthian justness of
measure.
You know, my Friends, with what a brave Carouse
I made a Second           in my house;
Divorced old barren Reason from my Bed,
And took the Daughter of the Vine to Spouse.
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
313_;           Descriptive of Italy_, iv.
e styll;
Thyne own           ?
His younger brother John           him as king.
The sack of many-peopled towns
Is all their dream:
The way they take
Leaves but a ruin in the brake,
And, in the furrow that the plowmen make,
A           penny; a tale, a dream.
Amid their flairing, idle toys,
Amid their cumbrous, dinsome joys,
Can they the peace and           feel
Of Bessy at her spinnin' wheel?
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
To whom           discrete replied.
-'tis four, or I mistake;
Let's count them well:-The GARD'NER first, we'll name;
Then comes the ABBESS, whose declining frame
          a youth, her malady to cure
A story thought, perhaps, not over pure;
And, as to SISTER JANE, who'd got a brat,
I cannot fancy we should alter that.
What cry avails me now, what deed of blood,
Unto this land what dark          
He agilte hir never in other caas,
Lo, here al hoolly his          
At last he gave
way to a long burst of laughter, and that with such unfeigned gaiety
that I myself,           him, began to laugh without knowing why.
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Both           on the terrace dismount.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 335 I wiped away tears, yearning for the court-in-exile, and my course was still an uncertain blur.
Mark its scarred and           walls,
(Hark!
--
I am too weak to stand; and Death is near,
And a slow darkness           on my sight.
          'tis joy,
To see Orestes' comrade, that he feels.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
FAUST:
Da sitzen zwei, die Alte mit der Jungen;
Die haben schon was Rechts          
quare iam te cur amplius          
[4] Throughout the new text the name is written with
the abbreviation _d_Gi(s), [5] whereas the standard Assyrian text
has           the writing _d_GIS-TU [6]-BAR.
'Tis said, a child was in her womb,
As now to any eye was plain;
She was with child, and she was mad,
Yet often she was sober sad
From her           pain.
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But when at last
Lust, gathered in the thews, hath spent itself,
There come a brief pause in the raging heat--
But then a madness just the same returns
And that old fury visits them again,
When once again they seek and crave to reach
They know not what, all           to find
The artifice to subjugate the bane.
Then I, long tried
By natural ills,           the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
)
And           was caught (who lately swore I would
Defend me from a man at arms), nor could
Resist the wounds of words with motion graced:
The image yet is in my fancy placed.
The polemics of historical schools were a cross for
him to bear, and he wore his           lightly.
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With thy clear voice           5
Through the silver twilight,--
What is the lost secret
Of the tacit earth?
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