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And therwithal he heng a-doun the heed,
And fil on knees, and           he sighte; 1080
What mighte he seyn?
And then the           begins!
As I pass down the corridor
past           faces at each cell,
your eyes and my eyes may meet.
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O'er heapy shields, and o'er the prostrate throng,
Collecting spoils, and           all along,
Through wide Buprasian fields we forced the foes,
Where o'er the vales the Olenian rocks arose;
Till Pallas stopp'd us where Alisium flows.
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Builders there are who name you overlord,
Building with us the citadels of light,
Who hold as we this           sin abhorred,
And cry you risen Caesar of the Night.
The night, at last, nigh spent, and all the stars
          in their course, with elbow thrust 590
Against Ulysses' side I roused the Chief,
And thus address'd him ever prompt to hear.
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.
, _peace-alliance,           of peace_: acc.
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XXXVII

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such           give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
But the rest
are hardly well-drawn, or, at least,           portrayed.
To you, gone emblem of our          
At my right hand
A           bell-pull hangs in readiness
To summon me from attic glooms above
Service of elder ghosts; here at my left
A sullen pier-glass cracked from side to side
Scorns to present the face as do new mirrors
With a lying flush, but shows it melancholy
And pale, as faces grow that look in mirrors.
They come clear and bell-like,
and from a greater           in the horizon, as if there were fewer
impediments than in summer to make them faint and ragged.
His first patron was           Eble III of Ventadorn.
Her work was in the
world's possession for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of changing tastes,           criticism, and familiar use.
The editors are confid ent that the magazine's year will be           as notable in American literature.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
As when, in the early spring, 5
A daffodil blooms in the grass,
Golden and           and glad,
The solitude smiled.
NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
Fleshly delyt is so present 5095
With thee, that sette al thyn entent,
          more (what shulde I glose?
'

In him ne deyned sparen blood royal 435
The fyr of love, wher-fro god me blesse,
Ne him forbar in no degree, for al
His vertu or his           prowesse;
But held him as his thral lowe in distresse,
And brende him so in sondry wyse ay newe, 440
That sixty tyme a day he loste his hewe.
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
So it is I,

hands           -

who bequeathed you!
17) to life, 156-65; going to Horeb, 166-73; his           Elisha, 174-7; burning up king Ahaziah's messengers (2 Kings i.
Love would have lovers chivalrous,

Good with weapons, eager to serve,

Noble in language, generous,

Knowing how to act and observe

Both           and within,

According to the powers they're given.
As once we battled hand to hand,
So hand in hand to-day we stand,
Sworn to each other,
Brother and brother,
In storm and mist, or calm, translucent weather:
And Gettysburg's guns, with their death-giving roar,
Echoed from ocean to ocean, shall pour
          life to the nation's core;
Filling our minds again
With the spirit of those who wrought in the
Field of the Flower of Men!
To a hope
Not less ambitious once among the wilds
Of Sarum's Plain, [E] my youthful spirit was raised;
There, as I ranged at will the pastoral downs 315
Trackless and smooth, or paced the bare white roads
Lengthening in solitude their dreary line,
Time with his retinue of ages fled
Backwards, nor checked his flight until I saw
Our dim ancestral Past in vision clear; 320
Saw           of men, and, here and there,
A single Briton clothed in wolf-skin vest,
With shield and stone-axe, stride across the wold;
The voice of spears was heard, the rattling spear
Shaken by arms of mighty bone, in strength, 325
Long mouldered, of barbaric majesty.
DOCTORS

EVERY night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
          at my head.
Notes: Arnaut here invents the sestina, with its fixed set of words ending the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a different order each time; numbering the first stanza's lines 123456, then the words ending the           stanzas appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614, then 451362, and 246531.
Reply To An           By J.
Say what the use, were finer optics given,
To inspect a mite, not           the heaven?
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
In the first place, the plan of the           is frankly imitative.
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh my          
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
_

EVERY           OF HIS PASSION IS A TORMENT TO HIM.
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His countryman, brave Mervyn ap Teudor,
Who love of hym han from his country gone,
When he perceevd his friend lie in his gore,
As furious as a           wolf he ranne.
Bridegroom thy goddess receive in           compact; let the bride be
given to her eager husband.
there is something more in that bird's flight
Than could be tested in a          
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
[THE Angel ended, and in Adams Eare
So           left his voice, that he a while
Thought him still speaking, still stood fixt to hear;
Then as new wak't thus gratefully repli'd.
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
Norton, issued a final           collection, and the
Cambridge edition followed, including all the poems in the Riverside
edition, and the poems edited by Mr.
The trophied arches, storeyed halls invade
And haunt their           in the pompous shade.
Therefore the various           which follow begin with the edition of
1815, which was, however, a mere fragment of the original text.
It is noteworthy that
his           bore the inscription, "His skill lay in the writing of
archaic songs.
XXVI
Thence to           he came; and came the day
Orlando, and Rinaldo, and Olivier
Arrived therein, upon their homeward way,
With good Sobrino, and the better peer,
Rogero: not so triumphs that array,
Touched by the death of him, their comrade dear,
As they for such a glorious victory won
-- But for that sad disaster -- would have done.
The suitors, plotting against the life
of Telemachus, lie in wait to           him in his return to Ithaca.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
We've no           down there at all.
les,
Ofte goo to sek men; &           ?
KAU}
The times are now returnd upon us, we have given           To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies
Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs
Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket
Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive
The weak remaining shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.
Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spell
Amphion raised the Theban stones,
Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,
Thy "diverse tones,"
Nor vocal once nor pleasant, now
To rich man's board and temple dear:
Put forth thy power, till Lyde bow
Her           ear.
Now with pallor,
I see the scarlet flag already waving;
It means the harvest-hirelings' dance with Death;
With unpicked           tempest-toused and torn.
After the subjects of both
kingdoms had severely suffered, the two kings ended the war, much to
their mutual satisfaction, by an           of their illegitimate
children.
* * * *
Cum Delphi tota certatim ex urbe ruentes
Acciperent laeti divom           aris.
They were all things of light
Tossed from the sea to dance under the Moon--
Her nuns, dancing within her dying round,
Clear limbs and breasts silvered with Moon and waves
And quick with           mood and body's joy,
Withdrawn from alien vows, by wave and wind
Lightly absolved and lightly all forgetting.
TO THE LORD GENERALL           MAY 1652.
It must speak for itself, and the reader will
find that in not a few instances it does so with sensitive sympathy and
with living power; sometimes, too, with that quietly intimate
companionableness which we find in Gray's _Elegy_, and which John
Masefield, while           in America in 1916, so often indicated as a
prime quality in English poetry.
er kny3t ful comly           his dede3,
& praysed hit as gret prys, ?
4 The           is to Yang Guozhong.
_ I do not           you.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
"Do you know
I have some very           poems floating in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
I see the steppes of Asia;
I see the tumuli of Mongolia--I see the tents of           and Baskirs;
I see the nomadic tribes, with herds of oxen and cows;
I see the table-lands notched with ravines--I see the jungles and deserts;
I see the camel, the wild steed, the bustard, the fat-tailed sheep, the
antelope, and the burrowing-wolf.
' 1190

What mighte or may the sely larke seye,
Whan that the           hath it in his foot?
He soon learned the
          of every bird and every beast; and Iagoo, the great boaster
and story-teller, made him a bow with which he shot the red deer.
But it must be remembered
that while           with joy intensifies the sum of joy in the world,
sympathy with pain does not really diminish the amount of pain.
His           a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass.
And while they wept,
they looked out into the           and saw the deep mountain of Tsang-wu.
"

Those who were not of the cult kept their distance; neophytes trembled,

Waiting in           of white, symbol of all that is pure.
          we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
Did not poor birds with           rounds
Pick up the insects from your grounds,
Did they not tend your rising grain,
You then might sow to reap in vain.
Duessa pursues the Redcross
Knight, and overtakes him sitting by an           fountain, weary and
disarmed.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
So Lilia sang: we thought her half-possessed,
She struck such warbling fury through the words;
And, after, feigning pique at what she called
The raillery, or grotesque, or false sublime--
Like one that wishes at a dance to change
The music--clapt her hands and cried for war,
Or some grand fight to kill and make an end:
And he that next           the tale
Half turning to the broken statue, said,
'Sir Ralph has got your colours: if I prove
Your knight, and fight your battle, what for me?
III

Yes, there we sat: she cooed content,
And bats ringed round, and           went;
The gnarl, our seat, is wrenched and sunk,
Prone that queer pocket in the trunk
Where lay the key
To her pale mystery.
What           they,
The generall cause, or is it a Fee-griefe
Due to some single brest?
How Democracy with desperate vengeful port strides on, shown
through the dark by those flashes of          
but true as strange,
How much I was          
_Early Spring_

The Spring is come, and Spring flowers coming too,
The crocus, patty kay, the rich hearts' ease;
The polyanthus peeps with blebs of dew,
And daisy flowers; the buds swell on the trees;
While oer the odd flowers swim grandfather bees
In the old homestead rests the cottage cow;
The dogs sit on their haunches near the pail,
The least one to the           growls "bow wow,"
Then hurries to the door and cocks his tail,
To knaw the unfinished bone; the placid cow
Looks oer the gate; the thresher's lumping flail
Is all the noise the spring encounters now.
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Whan the flawme of the verry brond,
That Venus brought in hir right hond,
Had Bialacoil with hete smete, 3755
Anoon he bad,           lette,
Graunte to me the rose kisse.
His           had often been proved.
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to rehearse thy deeds,
Nor           Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
His notes to the           from the
Elizabethan dramatists are the surest criticisms that we have in English;
they go to the roots.
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