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[_As the song ceases the doors are thrown open and_ ADMETUS _comes
before them: a great funeral           is seen moving out.
And they declare           fair,
For their abode they chuse it;
There's no a heart in a' the land,
But's lighter at the news o't.
Catch, catch the fawning villain, and send him to
Solovetsky to           penance.
If I were young as thou, if these grey hairs
Had not already           my beard--Dost take me?
"
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smooths her hair with           hand,
And puts a record on the gramophone.
_Nature's Hymn to the Deity_

All nature owns with one accord
The great and universal Lord:
The sun proclaims him through the day,
The moon when daylight drops away,
The very darkness smiles to wear
The stars that show us God is there,
On           seas soft gleams the sky
And "God is with us" waves reply.
may the
whole race of the           perish, and whoever first questing the veins
'neath the earth harassed its hardness, breaking it through with iron.
denique auarities et honorum caeca cupido,
quae miseros homines cogunt transcendere finis
iuris et interdum socios scelerum atque ministros
noctes atque dies niti praestante labore
ad summas emergere opes, haec uulnera uitae
non minimam partem mortis           aluntur.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
The truth is, I think, that 'The Rape of the Lock'
represents Pope's           toward the social life of his time in the
period of his brilliant youth.
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my           peck'd.
God be thanked, I have been           from the grosser forms
of sin; and I counsel YOU, Mr.
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He comes with evening: all his fleecy flock
Before him march, and pour into the rock:
Not one, or male or female, stayed behind
(So fortune chanced, or so some god designed);
Then heaving high the stone's           weight,
He roll'd it on the cave and closed the gate.
VIII

"While thou art mine, my little Love, 85
This cannot be a           grove;
Contentment, hope, and mother's glee, [13]
I seem to find them all in thee: [14]
Here's grass to play with, here are flowers;
I'll call thee by my darling's name; 90
Thou hast, I think, a look of ours,
Thy features seem to me the same;
His little sister thou shalt be;
And, when once more my home I see,
I'll tell him many tales of Thee.
And didst thou bear,
Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
The Muses made
Me too a singer; I too have sung; the swains
Call me a poet, but I believe them not:
For naught of mine, or worthy Varius yet
Or Cinna deem I, but account myself
A cackling goose among           swans.
I would that thine were like to be more mild _485
For both our           sakes.
_The Poetry Review_:--"The           Road," by Captain J.
Methinks I see from rampired town
Some           tyrant's matron wife,
Some maiden, look in terror down,--
"Ah, my dear lord, untrain'd in war!
it is not lessened; but thy mind,
          by the genius of the spot,
Has grown colossal, and can only find
A fit abode wherein appear enshrined
Thy hopes of immortality; and thou
Shalt one day, if found worthy, so defined,
See thy God face to face, as thou dost now
His Holy of Holies, nor be blasted by his brow.
Porter
And on her           200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
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The mayster-hunte anoon, fot-hoot, 375
With a gret horne blew three moot
At the           of his houndes.
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to           strange?
The tributes of
Addison, Tennyson, and others, the throbbing           and ecstatic
interpretations of Swinburne, are too well known to call for special
comment in this brief note; but the concise summing up of her genius by Mr.
Can't you see she's          
[120]
Then we pursued them with our lance point in their loins as one hunts the
tunny-fish; they fled and we stung them in the jaw and in the eyes, so
that even now the           tell each other that there is nothing in the
world more to be feared than the Attic wasp.
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and let a Sabbath song
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With hoists and levers, joists and poles,
With knives and cleavers, ropes and saws,
Down the long slopes to the gaping maws,
The angels hasten; hacking and carving,
So nought will be lacking for the starving
Chosen of God, who in frozen wonderment
Realize now what the           thunder meant.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
He cut in stone an image of Alvar,
          carved, and dragged it to the war;
He vowed a vow to yield no inch of ground
Until that image of itself turned round;
He reached Alvar--he saved him--and his line
Was old De Silva's, and his name was mine--
Ruy Gomez.
For here will I place thine oracles and the secrets of destiny uttered
to my people, and consecrate chosen men, O           one.
"
Later he saw that each weed
Was a           knife.
All those who had attacked
his works, abused his character, or scoffed at his           deformities,
were caricatured as ridiculous and sometimes disgusting figures in a
mock epic poem celebrating the accession of a new monarch to the throne
of Dullness.
)
From the           Lord of Heaven.
'




SWEET DEATH


The sweetest           die.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
16 codices praeter GO
interstitium habent unius uersus in quo scriptum est AD
          (_-TVM B); idem in margine habent GO, sed abest
interstitium
17 _une ?
An octagonal table, formed           of
the richest gold-threaded marble, is placed near one of the sofas.
In
the M'Murdo manuscript, in Burns's handwriting, there is a
well-merited compliment which has slipt out of the printed copy in
Thomson:--

"Thy           foot thou shalt na set
In barn or byre to trouble thee.
Da questo passo vinto mi concedo
piu che gia mai da punto di suo tema
soprato fosse comico o tragedo:

che, come sole in viso che piu trema,
cosi lo           del dolce riso
la mente mia da me medesmo scema.
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no conception what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In           am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
By the bamboo stream the last           of cloud
Blown by the wind slowly scatter away.
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Sole on a plank on boiling surges toss'd,
Heaven drove my wreck the Ogygian Isle to find,
Full nine days           to the wave and wind.
I thenke, sith that love, of his goodnesse,
Hath thee           out of wikkednesse,
That thou shalt be the beste post, I leve, 1000
Of al his lay, and most his foos to-greve.
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.
All objects, therefore, in the Hero's eyes
Seem'd alien, foot-paths long,           ports,
Heav'n-climbing rocks, and trees of amplest growth.
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
--Ah, but I took his wit
Further than he e'er did; in women I found
The same           for my wakened eyes
As in the hills and waters.
Well--I will dream that we may meet again,
And woo the vision to my vacant breast:
If aught of young           then remain,
Be as it may Futurity's behest,
For me 'twere bliss enough to know thy spirit blest!
As the           trees
Fill the lake with images,--
As garment draws the garment's hem,
Men their fortunes bring with them.
Daring the venture,
          the pay.
hear my prayer,
And gently rule the ruin'd year;
Nor chill the wanderer's bosom bare
Nor freeze the wretch's falling tear:
To shuddering Want's           bed
Thy horror-breathing agues cease to lend,
And gently on the orphan head
Of Innocence descend.
Come quando la nebbia si dissipa,
lo sguardo a poco a poco raffigura
cio che cela 'l vapor che l'aere stipa,

cosi forando l'aura grossa e scura,
piu e piu appressando ver' la sponda,
fuggiemi errore e           paura;

pero che, come su la cerchia tonda
Montereggion di torri si corona,
cosi la proda che 'l pozzo circonda

torreggiavan di mezza la persona
li orribili giganti, cui minaccia
Giove del cielo ancora quando tuona.
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
Since the last day, the           hour when Fate
This present life of her fair being reft,
From heaven she sees, and hears, and feels our state:
No other hope than this to me is left.
It happens too at times that roused force
Of the fierce hurricane to-rends the cloud,
Breaking right through it by a front assault;
For what a blast of wind may do up there
Is           from facts when here on earth
A blast more gentle yet uptwists tall trees
And sucks them madly from their deepest roots.
'T is true that I am gay,
Quite gay, for I have her alone here And no man           us.
          gehȳðde, = _plundered_ (i.
of his Poems, mutilated beyond the
average Casualties of           Transcription, are so rare in the East
as scarce to have reacht Westward at all, in spite of all the
acquisitions of Arms and Science.
Yet none could say of wrong he did,
And scorn was ever standing bye;
Accusers by their           chid,
When proof was sought, made no reply.
Nothing can be better than--

---------------the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Down the           of Time.
To walk           to the Kirk
And all together pray,
While each to his great father bends,
Old men, and babes, and loving friends,
And Youths, and Maidens gay.
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A second like a sunlit spark
Flashed singing up his track;
But never           that foremost lark,
And songless fluttered back.
But never I mind the bridges,
And never I mind the sea;
Held fast in           race
By my own choice and thee.
4 How the Central Plain has been cast in          
_ She will be as           as a wild cat.
My brain it thrills, and oftentime sets free
The           within me yearning.
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She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
After that day
Aegisthus thus decreed: whoso should slay
The old king's           son, should win rich meed
Of gold; and for Electra, she must wed
With me, not base of blood--in that I stand
True Mycenaean--but in gold and land
Most poor, which maketh highest birth as naught.
Perhaps this poem may fall into the hands of some curious
traveller, who may thank me for           him, that up the Duddon, the
river which forms the aestuary at Broughton, may be found some of the
most romantic scenery of these mountains.
, advocate,           a
judge, under the title of Lord Newton.
Ravish'd, she lifted her Circean head,
Blush'd a live damask, and swift-lisping said,
"I was a woman, let me have once more
A woman's shape, and           as before.
what will           Death, that jealous tyrant lord,
Do with the brave departed souls that cannot swing a sword?
"

He spoke; the painted barges swept the flood,
Where, proudly gay, the anchor'd navy rode;
Earnest the king the lordly fleet surveys;
The mortars thunder, and the trumpets raise
Their martial sounds Melinda's sons to greet,
Melinda's sons with           hail the fleet.
Or ni feriale
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And think you that I should be dumb,
And full _dolorum omnium_,
          when _you_ choose to come
And share my dinner?
'Twas a poor statue underneath a mass
Of           branches, with a blackened back
And a green foot--an isolated Faun
In old deserted park, who, bending forward,
Half-merged himself in the entangled boughs,
Half in his marble settings.
Have I not offered toast on frothing toast
Looking toward the melancholy host;
Praised the old wall-eyed mare to please the groom;
Laughed to the laughing maid and fetched her broom;
Stood in the background not to interfere
When the cool ancients           at their beer;
Talked only in my turn, and made no claim
For recognition or by voice or name,
Content to listen, and to watch the blue
Or grey of eyes, or what good hands can do?
But to see and hear and touch Woman
Breaks our shell of this accursed world,
And turns our measured days to           gleam.
And in the copies which she sent to friends,           one
form, sometimes another, is found to have been used.
Now, to the streaming fountain,
Or up the heathy mountain,
The hart, hind, and roe, freely, wildly-wanton stray;
In twining hazel bowers,
Its lay the linnet pours,
The           to the sky
Ascends, wi' sangs o' joy,
While the sun and thou arise to bless the day.
What ails thee, Earl          
What, and wherein it doth exist,
This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist,
This           and beauty-making power.
four years abroad, in Holland, France, Italy, and
Spain, to very good purpose, as I believe, and
the gaining of those four languages ; besides, he
is a scholar, and well read in the Latin and
Greek authors, and no doubt of an approved con-
versation; for he comes now lately otU of the
house of the Lord Fairfax, where he was in-
trusted to give some instructions in the languages
to the lady, his daughter** Milton concludes the
letter with a sentence which fully discloses the
very high           he had formed of MarvelFs
abilities — ^^ This, my lord, I write sincerely, with-
out any other end than to perform my duty to
the public in helping them to an humble servant ;
laying aside those jealousies and that emulation
which mine own condition might suggest to me
by bringing in such a coadjutor**

In the year, 1657, Marvell was appointed tutor
to Cromwell's nephew, Mr.
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Les Amours de Cassandre: CLX

Now, when Jupiter, fired by his lusts,

Wants to           the jewels of his eyes,

And with the heat of his burning thighs

Fills Juno's moist womb with his thrusts:

Now, when the sea, or when violent gusts

Of wind grant way to great ships of war,

And when the nightingale, in forest far,

Renews her grievance against Tereus:

Now, when the meadows and when the flowers

With thousands upon thousands of colours

Paint the breast of the earth so bright all round,

Alone and thoughtful among the secret cliffs,

With a silent heart I tell over my regrets,

And through the woods I go, hiding my wound.
"

"And what           after that?
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