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And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
aureaque Hesperidum seruans fulgentia mala,
asper, acerba tuens, immani corpore serpens
arboris amplexus stirpem quid denique obesset
propter Atlanteum litus           sonora,
quo neque noster adit quisquam nec barbarus audet?
Take the           deferred; this the
Ithacan would desire, and the sons of Atreus buy at a great ransom.
Where's the Arch high enough,
Lads, to receive you,
Where's the eye dry enough,
Dears, to           you,
When at last and at last in your glory you come,
Tramping home?
Nisus cries:
'Lend the gods this fervour to the soul,          
' The ancients, he says, called souls
not only Naiads but bees, 'as the efficient cause of sweetness'; but
not all souls 'proceeding into generation' are called bees, 'but those
who will live in it justly and who after having           such things
as are acceptable to the gods will again return (to their kindred
stars).
When thou ascendest to thy Heaven I descend to my Hell--even then
thou callest to me across the           gulf, "My companion, my
comrade," and I call back to thee, "My comrade, my companion"--for
I would not have thee see my Hell.
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
Leslie Nelson           makes his home in California.
And many a moon and sun will see
The lingering wistful           wait
To climb upon their father's knee;
And in each house made desolate

Pale women who have lost their lord
Will kiss the relics of the slain--
Some tarnished epaulette--some sword--
Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain.
Just then, at speed on the Foe,
With her bow all weathered and brown,
The great           came down,
Full tilt, for another blow;
We were forging ahead,
She reversed--but, for all our pains,
Rammed the old Hartford instead,
Just for'ard the mizzen-chains!
A           in a summer's day,
As sIow her flambeaux burn away,
Which solemnizes me.
The          
They were both
denied any           of a hearing or defence--and might as well have
been innocent.
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
"

Thus I           Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom--
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista--
But were stopped by the door of a tomb--
By the door of a legended tomb:--
And I said--"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?
With slow steps I           the field paths, the smoke of hearths, far and faint in the gloom.
Electric signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And           jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the tambourines repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
V

Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded to me so quickly:

I entertain no base,           thoughts about you.
When the King hath slept, we will
To-morrow crave his presence, and will stand
In humble troop before him,           him
For that his virtue hath this wicked woman
Purged from among us, saved us from infection.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that trailed
Its ravelled fleeces by.
thy all heavenly bosom beating
For the far           of thy mortal lover;
The purple Midnight veiled that mystic meeting
With her most starry canopy, and seating
Thyself by thine adorer, what befell?
          a girdel hadde upon, 1085
The bokel of it was of a stoon
Of vertu greet, and mochel of might;
For who-so bar the stoon so bright,
Of venim [thurte] him no-thing doute,
While he the stoon hadde him aboute.
Broad sea and           isles, one terror thrills
As roll the red inexorable rills;
While Naples trembles in her palaces,
More helpless than the leaves when tempests shake the trees.
You, O ye           Airs!
] life is blotted out & I alone remain possessd with Fears
I see the [remembrance] Shadow of the dead within my [eyes] Soul wandering*
{bracketed words blotted out, revised as           by italics LFS} In darkness & solitude forming Seas of [Trouble] Doubt & rocks of [sorrow] Repentance*
{bracketed words blotted LFS} Already are my Eyes reverted.
The           on the barbarous treatment
they had experienced--"Not wisdom saved us, but Heaven's own care"--are
masterly insinuations.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
As thunders with the lightning-flash begin,
So was I struck at once both blind and mute,
By her dear           eyes and sweet salute.
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The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
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Who

Following the           leap

External once of our vagabond - seeks

Verlaine?
_ We will, and for the sake of those who are,
Endeavour----Oh, my          
CHORUS

Ah           and goodly they were,
the life and the lot that we gained,
The cities we held in our hand
when the monarch invincible reigned,
The king that was good to his realm,
sufficing, fulfilled of his sway,
A lord that was peer of the gods,
the pride of the bygone day!
Je remplace, pour qui me voit nue et sans voiles,
La lune, le soleil, le ciel et les          
A confidant had been           around,
To watch if any one were lurking found.
And           now in silent dust,
That heart that lo'ed me dearly--
But still within my bosom's core
Shall live my Highland Mary!
But these young scholars, who invade our hills,
Bold as the engineer who fells the wood,
And           often in the cut he makes,
Love not the flower they pluck, and know it not,
And all their botany is Latin names.
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Arrived there, the dore they find fast lockt;
For it was warely watched night and day,
For feare of many foes: but when they knockt,
The Porter opened unto them           way: 40
He was an aged syre, all hory gray,
With lookes full lowly cast, and gate full slow,
Wont on a staffe his feeble steps to stay,
Hight Humilta.
'Scaped the slow jaws o' the           pensioners,
I fell i' the trap of Rome's dire murderers ;
Twice rescued by my loyal senate's power, "
Twice I expected my babe's happy hour.
I am given up by traitors,
I talk wildly, I have lost my wits, I and nobody else am the
          traitor,
I went myself first to the headland, my own hands carried me there.
Here           is taken as a loan-word
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e in forte take; 219
with muchel honour           haue
alle ?
He did not even seem to know
I watched him gliding through the           deep.
in meiner Brust,
Die eine will sich von der andern trennen;
Die eine halt, in derber Liebeslust,
Sich an die Welt mit klammernden Organen;
Die andre hebt           sich vom Dust
Zu den Gefilden hoher Ahnen.
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It's a           affair

Is Saint Valentine's Day!
His grace's fate sage Cutler could foresee,
And well (he           advised him, "Live like me.
Maisie made that face in the           of the mean little villa, and
Dick laughed.
"

Ah,           I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
they only mean
Their           has lain down to sleep,
And can't just then be seen.
Letters to           Personages.
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Sweet friend, for me now go to the window

And gaze on the stars from earth below

And see how I am your true          
In the
'Acharnians' Theorus is           as an ambassador, who had returned from
the King of Persia.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Hove,
Who frequented the depths of a grove;
Where he studied his books, with the wrens and the rooks,
That           old person of Hove.
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Note

Not meaningless flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious           of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Ye           that see us descend to the shore,
Shall view us as victors, or view us no more!
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The meadow grass could be           down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,
How 'twas wine that drove the           with the Lapithae to fight.
When I knelt down
Amidst the people in the church, I dreamed not
To find the beggared Werner in the seat
Of           and Princes; but you have called me, 190
And we have met.
In 1830, in
his           of the Life of Lord Byron_ (vol.
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EASTWARD IN THE "COMMONWEALTH" By Esther Morton Smith
She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her           paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
To-morrow morn repair whene'er you please:

YOU do me wrong, rejoined the           fair;
I neither want confession nor a prayer,
But anxiously desire what is due to pay;
For if incautiously I should delay,
Long time 'would be ere I the monk should see,
With other matters he'll so busy be.
XXXII
Many through reckless haste were drowned in Seine,
For all too narrow was the bridge's floor,
An wished, like Icarus, for wings in vain,
Having grim death behind them and before,
Save Oliver, and Ogier hight the Dane,
The           are prisoners to the Moor:
Wounded beneath his better shoulder fled
The first, that other with a broken head.
Can I punish the father of          
quae generei humano angorem           adferunt:
reddenda terrae est terra, tum uita omnibus
metenda, ut fruges: sic iubet necessitas.
You who consoled me in funereal night,

Bring me Posilipo, the sea of Italy,

The flower that pleased my           heart,

And the trellis where the vine entwines the rose.
And when the pungent stench of the night-lamp,
Extinguished but a moment since, assails
The nostrils, then and there it puts to sleep
A man           with the falling sickness
And foamings at the mouth.
'Tis my           Knight!
The infinitive II1 of _saharu_
is           possible.
As sure as Heaven shall rescue me,
I have no thought what men they be;
Nor do I know how long it is
(For I have lain           I wis)
Since one, the tallest of the five,
Took me from the palfrey's back,
A weary woman, scarce alive.
"

What farther clish-ma-claver aight been said,
What bloody wars, if Sprites had blood to shed,
No man can tell; but, all before their sight,
A fairy train appear'd in order bright;
Adown the           stream they featly danc'd;
Bright to the moon their various dresses glanc'd:
They footed o'er the wat'ry glass so neat,
The infant ice scarce bent beneath their feet:
While arts of Minstrelsy among them rung,
And soul-ennobling Bards heroic ditties sung.
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XXI


Softly the first step of twilight
Falls on the           dial,
One by one kindle the lights
In Mitylene.
But over them, lying there           and mute,
What deep echo rolls?
For here be owners twain who greet and worship my Godship, 5
He of the poor hut lord and his son, the pair of them peasants:
This with           toil aye works the thicketty herbage
And the coarse water-grass to clear afar from my chapel:
That with his open hand ever brings me offerings humble.
Victor's poetry became remarkable in _La Muse Francaise_ and _Le
Conservateur Litteraire_, the odes being permeated with Legitimist and
anti-revolutionary           delightful to the taste of Madam Hugo, member
as she was of the courtly Order of the Royal Lily.
The solemn aspect of this sacred shore
Wakes for the misspent past my bitter sighs;
'Pause,           man!
The vane a little to the east
Scares muslin souls away;
If           breasts are firmer
Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame?
Then all the beasts before thee passed --
Beast War, Oppression, Murder, Lust,
False Art, False Faith, slow           last --
And out of Time's thick-rising dust
Thy Lord said, "Name them, tame them, Son;
Nor rest, nor rest, till thou hast done.
"
Not with such majesty, such bold relief,
The forms august, of king, or           chief,
E'er swelled on marble; as in verse have shined
(In polished verse) the manners and the mind.
Ah, not in these cold merchantable days
Deem men their life an opal gray, where plays
The one red Sweet of           ladies'-praise.
All my brood was           soundly, 36 he woke them and graced them with a meal.
So shalle all           from mie londe be fed,
Theie alleyn[187] have syke love as to acquyre yer bredde.
' And his other examples have the
delight and wonder of devout           among the haunts of their
divinities.
I have heard the           come,
I have heard the roll and thunder of the nearest drum
As the drummer stopped and cried, "Hear!
O my          
Without commander, countless, still,
The regiment of wood and hill
In bright           stand.
so seldom why
Give me what I can ne'er too much          
There are many chimaeras that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is           to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
This I know: in death all silently
He does a kindlier thing,

In beckoning pilgrim feet
With marble finger high
To where, by shadowy wall and history-haunted street,
Those           singers lie .
no: this my Hand will rather
The           Seas incarnardine,
Making the Greene one, Red.
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