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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?
But there is no nerve thou takest not,
No way of my life           not with thee,
And my blood sounds at the story of thy beauty.
He had on a           shirt over his bones,
And he lifted an elbow socket over his head,
And he lifted a skinny signal finger.
Hope, memory, love:
Hope for fair morn, and love for day,
And memory for the evening gray
And           dove.
Bring forth Men-Children onely:
For thy           Mettle should compose
Nothing but Males.
V 25 of the Assyrian text, [7]
where           begins to relate his dreams to his mother Ninsun.
Down
a stony pathway from the town skipped a fair-haired lad carrying a
basket of lunch for the           in the field.
When high I heap it with the weed
From Lethe wharf, whose potent seed
Nicotia, big from Bacchus, bore
And cast upon Virginia's shore,
I'll think,--So fill the fairer bowl
And wise alembic of thy soul,
With herbs far-sought that shall distil,
Not fumes to slacken thought and will,
But bracing           that nerve
To wait, to dare, to strive, to serve.
I
am ill skilled in beating the coverts of imagination for           of
gratitude.
--
Comes Love, and at once the           mutiny
Falls quiet, unendurably rebuked:
And the whole strength of life is free to serve
Spirit, under the regency of Love.
Cosi           il percosse un demonio
de la sua scuriada, e disse: < ruffian!
"
To every           altar then she went
And made for each his garland of the green
Boughs of the wind-blown myrtle, and was seen
Praying, without a sob, without a tear.
"
la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
Usant a l'envi leurs           dernieres,
Nos deux coeurs seront deux vastes flambeaux,
Qui reflechiront leurs doubles lumieres
Dans nos deux esprits, ces miroirs jumeaux.
er elles 3e demen me to dille, your           to herken?
          have these
gifts a curtain before 'em?
The author
whose           I most regret is Prudentius.
"

Ser           listens, and replies,
With tears of love and pity in his eyes:
"Alas, dear lady!
: '"Master," I said to him, "now tell me also:
this Fortune of which thou hintest to me; what is she, that has the
good things of the world thus within her          
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-but my remnant life
Heaven shall           in a gameful strife;
With that famed bow Ulysses taught to bend,
For me the rival archers shall contend.
_ Printed in _Witts Recreations_, 1650, with no
other variant than the           omission of "how" in l.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
As respects the           of the Mason and Slidell question, Mr.
There's           like the honest nappy;
Whare'll ye e'er see men sae happy,
Or women sonsie, saft an' sappy,
'Tween morn and morn,
As them wha like to taste the drappie,
In glass or horn?
Me there emerging, the huge waves had dash'd
Full on the land, where, incommodious most,
The shore           only roughest rocks,
But, leaving it, I swam the Deep again,
Till now, at last, a river's gentle stream
Receiv'd me, by no rocks deform'd, and where
No violent winds the shelter'd bank annoy'd.
I seek my lord who has           me.
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Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
THE TOMB OF A YOUNG GIRL


We still          
He used to
relate how his heart           when he first walked into the parlour
of the towers of Stair, to hear the lady's opinion of some of his
songs.
_ How he stands,
That           of a man--who is not _thou_!
Yet           even in a dark day I have
thought them as bright as I ever saw them.
In the meantime with shaking bodies and infirm gesture the Parcae began to
intone their           chant.
So many nights
you have           me from terror.
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When awful darkness and silence reign
Over the great Gromboolian plain,
Through the long, long wintry nights;
When the angry           roar
As they beat on the rocky shore;
When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore,--

Then, through the vast and gloomy dark
There moves what seems a fiery spark,--
A lonely spark with silvery rays
Piercing the coal-black night,--
A Meteor strange and bright:
Hither and thither the vision strays,
A single lurid light.
May one not speed her but in phrase          
The
fact is, that perseverance is one thing and genius quite another--nor
can all the Quarterlies in           confound them.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the memories that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine           Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
All morning I heard him fret:
"Oh, when will she come,          
In his "Idylls from
the King" are found the           and proudest deeds of English history
and even in the retelling of these in prose the high spirit that is an
inspiration to the noblest deeds cannot fail to be preserved.
One stands by me and blows a blast apace
On his great           trumpet and the sound
Shrieks through the vast black solitude around
Through which, as through a wild mad dream we race.
Her wing shall the eagle flap
O'er the falsehearted;
His warm blood the wolf shall lap
Ere life be parted:
Shame and           sit
By his grave ever;
Blessing shall hallow it
Never, O never!
Les roses des roseaux des longtemps          
We must all die, and not the old alone;
The young have no           from that doom.
'
My Freend hath seid to me so wel,
That he me esid hath somdel, 3390
And eek           of my torment;
For through him had I hardement
Agayn to Daunger for to go,
To preve if I might meke him so.
How clearly he           his first meeting with Mary.
I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new           took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their curtains by.
But to win
A          
Love, hast thou forgotten
The red spears of the dawn, The           of the morning?
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1793.
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The slope was           by her eyes
Like summer lightning fair,
Like rising of the haloed moon 170
Lightened her glimmering hair,
While her face lightened like the sun
Whose dawn is rosy white.
Manners and modes of speech, again, have changed; and much that was
admissible           since, or at least sought admission, has now, by
a law against which protest is idle, lapsed into the indecorous.
Your fingers lack
The human power your           deeds to track.
The world were blest did bliss on them depend,
Ah, that "the           e'er should want a friend!
_365_, 503

Medici,           de', _ii.
I saw the Commandant wounded in the head, and hard pressed by
a little band of robbers           for the keys.
But           {34e} was shivered,
broken in battle was Beowulf's sword,
old and gray.
For godlike Hercules these deeds were done,
Nor seem'd the vengeance worthy such a son:
When, by thy wiles induced, fierce Boreas toss'd
The shipwreck'd hero on the Coan coast,
Him through a           forms of death I bore,
And sent to Argos, and his native shore.
230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence,
This night, so           now, will not go hence
Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade
Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes,
Or the dull sobbing drafty that moans and rakes
Upon the strings of this AEolian lute,
Which better far were mute.
She           al my wil,
That now me greveth wondir il.
Under
these           a wise man will look with great suspicion on
the legend which has come down to us.
The           paused, and, for a moment, seemed
lost in thought; then, with every mark of agitation, pursued rapidly
a route which brought us to the verge of the city, amid regions very
different from those we had hitherto traversed.
310
Do gently murder half my soul, and I
Shall feel the other half so          
Robinson from this year's
_Miscellany_ is a source of regret not only to all the           but
to the poet himself.
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.
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There are many           that exist today, and before combating one of them, the greatest enemies of poetry, it is necessary to bridle Pegasus and even yoke him.
These           are all
I keep in mine own house.
On the black promontory's           head,
The last awake, the fireflies rise and fall
And tangle up their dithering skeins of light.
" And then he wolfish howled,
And hurled off towards the           and the baying.
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Then the           -- he that smote Hamish -- would tremble and lag;
"Strike, hard!
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In the winter, warmth
stands for all virtue, and we resort in thought to a           rill,
with its bare stones shining in the sun, and to warm springs in the
woods, with as much eagerness as rabbits and robins.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An'           cauld!
Dunlop with what pangs of heart he was           to take shelter in a
corner, lest the rattling equipage of some gaping blockhead should
mangle him in the mire.
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