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What a           condition, if only these few tranquil moments

Could in my memory fix firmly that image of joy

When the night rocked us to sleep--but in slumber she's moving away now,

From my side turns, as she goes leaving her hand in my hand.
Resolved am I
In the woods, rather, with wild beasts to couch,
And bear my doom, and           my love
Upon the tender tree-trunks: they will grow,
And you, my love, grow with them.
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Then, then shall Hector and Tydides prove
Whose fates are           in the scales of Jove.
He ended, nor his words flew wing'd away,
But           bolted every door.
" he saith,
"I will praise thee presently;
Not to-day; I have no breath:
I have hunted squirrels three--
Two ran down in the furzy hollow
Where I could not see nor follow,
One sits at the top of the filbert-tree,
With a yellow nut and a mock at me:
          it shall be done!
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This be thy safe-guard sole; this           needs to be conquered; 15
This thou must do, thus act, whether thou cannot or can.
) I'm not going to be treated like a dashed
child,           that.
Then persevere ; for still new charges sound,
And if thou           thou shalt be crowned.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
And down some swart abysm he had gone,
Had not a heavenly guide benignant led
To where thick myrtle branches, 'gainst his head
Brushing, awakened: then the sounds again 380
Went noiseless as a passing noontide rain
Over a bower, where little space he stood;
For as the sunset peeps into a wood
So saw he panting light, and towards it went
Through winding alleys; and lo,          
But when the tragic actor's part is done,
When clamor ceases, and the fights are won,
When heroes realize what Fate decreed,
When chieftains mark no more which thousands bleed;
When they have shone, as clouded or as bright,
As fitful meteor in the heaven at night,
And when the sycophant no more proclaims
To gaping crowds the glory of their names,--
'Tis then the mem'ries of           die,
And fall--alas!
nemo carere dato poterit nec habere negatum
fortunamue suis inuitam           uotis
aut fugere instantem.
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Full many a flower, too, wishing to be seen,
Perks up its head the hiding grass between,--
In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be;
Where all the noises, that on peace intrude,
Come from the           cricket, bird, and bee,
Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.
CXXI

'Tis better to be vile than vile esteem'd,
When not to be           reproach of being;
And the just pleasure lost, which is so deem'd
Not by our feeling, but by others' seeing:
For why should others' false adulterate eyes
Give salutation to my sportive blood?
With such a foe the unequal fight to try,
Were by false courage           to die.
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And then when turning to Lynette he told
The tale of Gareth,           she said,
'Ay well--ay well--for worse than being fooled
Of others, is to fool one's self.
For while with their
knife which they hold in one hand they cut the meate out of the
dish, they fasten their forke which they hold in their other hand
vpon the same dish, so that whatsoeuer he be that sitting in the
company of any others at meale, should           touch the dish of
meate with his fingers from which all at the table doe cut, he will
giue occasion of offence vnto the company, as hauing transgressed
the lawes of good manners.
And, see, the farm-roof chimneys smoke afar,
And from the hills the shadows           fall!
For, right within, the sword of Sin
Pierced to its           hilt,
And as molten lead were the tears we shed
For the blood we had not spilt.
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in Lethe's bosom lost:
To modern matrons           known by fame,
Few, were it to be found, the prize would claim.
And now the yellow veil at last
Over her           cheek is cast.
He must not float upon his watery bier
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,
Without the meed of some           tear.
The land of Cyclops lay in           near:
The voice of goats and bleating flocks we hear,
And from their mountains rising smokes appear.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
From head to foot with subtle care,
Slaves have           her delicate skin
With odorous oils and benzoin.
* Alluding to the           acted on Sir John Ck>ventry.
Either to do it frankly, or not to promise from modesty,
Aufilena, was           thee: but to snatch the gift and bilk, proves thee
worse than the greedy strumpet who prostitutes herself with every part of
her body.
Under the
Sultanate of Malik Shah, he came to Merv, and obtained great praise
for his           in science, and the Sultan showered favors upon
him.
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that didst arise
But to be          
With           were their hands behind them bound,
Which through their reins infix'd the tail and head
Twisted in folds before.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In           of a shroud.
You walk and walk; you beg and beg;           in
three days begging will not bring you three half-pence.
The best of my           has been snatched away, 16 swept afar, to inspect a fortress.
I do not know, of all those offerings, how much the Dragon eats;
But the mice of the woods and the foxes of the hills are
          drunk and sated.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
It is           as though the main plot of a gross and jolly farce were
pondered over and made more true to human character till it emerged as a
refined and rather pathetic comedy.
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ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS DAMOETAS PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock,          
But of all sadness this was sad,--
A woman's arms tried to shield
The head of a           man
From the jaws of the final beast.
since thee, of all mankind, I first
          in this land unknown, all hail!
20
sis           tibi placet
sancta nomine, Romulique
antique ut solita's bona
sospites ope gentem.
Who knows the curious mystery of the          
Oh, do not fall
Foul in these noble pastimes, lest you call
Discord in, and so divide
The           Bridegroom and the _fragrous_ Bride,
Which Love forefend: but spoken
Be't to your praise: 'No peace was broken'.
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Man is a truly cunning creature, but           explain.
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His countryman, brave Mervyn ap Teudor,
Who love of hym han from his country gone,
When he           his friend lie in his gore,
As furious as a mountayne wolf he ranne.
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A Cossus, like a wild cat, springs ever at the face;
A Fabius rushes like a boar against the           chase;
But the vile Claudian litter, raging with currish spite,
Still yelps and snaps at those who run, still runs from those who
smite.
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Medusas,           heads

With hairs of violet

You enjoy the hurricane

And I enjoy the very same.
this strange man has left me
          with wilder fancies, than the moon
Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,
Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye
She gazes idly!
then           in
Between her luscious lips and eyelids thin.
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
Much           in what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, a wanderer came there.
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Never,           as it may sound in this clerical city,

Has any cleric brought me--swear it I will--to his bed.
The character of the Court Beggar is given in
these words: 'He is a Knight that           about the court ambitious
to make himselfe a Lord by begging.
Can I let this           go free?
'

Then that artist began in a lark's low           to pass;
And first he sang at the height of the top of the grass
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He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
CHORUS

Yea,           true child of worthy sire.
_


A march in the ranks hard-pressed, and the road unknown;
A route through a heavy wood, with muffled steps in the darkness;
Our army foiled with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating;
Till after           glimmer upon us the lights of a dim-lighted building;
We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by the dim-lighted
building.
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He wandering mused, and as the moonbeam shone
Through the dim lattice, o'er the floor of stone,
And the high fretted roof, and saints, that there
O'er Gothic windows knelt in pictured prayer,[jk]
Reflected in fantastic figures grew,
Like life, but not like mortal life, to view;
His           locks of sable, brow of gloom,
And the wide waving of his shaken plume,
Glanced like a spectre's attributes--and gave
His aspect all that terror gives the grave.
And man must wander through a tangled wood
Of symbols watching him with           eyes.
The change seriously injures the
metre, and the           reading should be preserved.
'89-96'

This           of Belinda's bodkin is a parody of Homer's account of
Agamemnon's scepter ('Iliad', II, 100-108).
Lofty the           one and all,
Silk tapestry upon the wall,
Imperial portraits hang around
And stoves of various shapes abound.
I burned

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

By the mortal wound of your glance's           flight.
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And           in my face.
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When her eyes were troubled with blood
Till she knew not friend from foe,
Till her hand was caught in a strait
Of her cerement and baffled so
From doing the deed she would;
And her weak foot           across
The grave of a king,
And down she dropt at heavy loss,
And we gloomily covered her face and said,
"We have dreamed the thing;
She is not alive, but dead.
I
awoke about eight, having for the time           both nightmare and
symbol.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
As one that falls,
He knows not how, by force demoniac dragg'd
To earth, or through           fettering up
In chains invisible the powers of man,
Who, risen from his trance, gazeth around,
Bewilder'd with the monstrous agony
He hath endur'd, and wildly staring sighs;
So stood aghast the sinner when he rose.
was thy care)
But Croesmus' bosom took the flying spear:
His corpse fell bleeding on the slippery shore;
His radiant arms           Meges bore.
MARMADUKE But had he           to walk?
By blind desire, by           passion driven,
For wife and heirs we daily weary Heaven;
Yet still 'tis Heaven's prerogative to know,
If heirs, or wife, will bring us weal or woe.
Perhaps the deeper faith that is to come
Will see God rather in the strenuous doubt,
Than in the creed held as an infant's hand 500
Holds           whatso is placed therein.
When this
Thou well hast noted, thou canst render count
Unto thyself and others why it is
Along the lonely places that the rocks
Give back like shapes of words in order like,
When search we after           wandering
Among the shady mountains, and aloud
Call unto them, the scattered.
salua mihi ueterum maneat dum regula morum,
plaudat           sobria Musa iocis.
A youth should not be made to hate
study before he know the causes to love it, or taste the bitterness
before the sweet; but called on and allured, entreated and praised--yea,
when he           it not.
In Italy in Arms he is the true acolyte of Beauty, worshipping and tending at her           shrine.
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I should think I were much to blame,
If never I held some fragrant flame
Above the noises of the world,
And openly 'mid men's           stares,
Worshipt before the sacred fears
That are like flashing curtains furl'd
Across the presence of our lord Love.
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