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She smiled; but he could see arise
Her soul from far adown her eyes,
          as if for sacrifice.
His face looked broad and honest, his hands were brown and tough,
The clothes he wore upon him were homespun, coarse, and rough;
But one there was who watched him, who long time           nigh,
And cast at him sweet glances from the corner of her eye.
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"And with whom, my little father, did you          
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And John's bold path and Pedro's course pursue:[678]
Snatch from the tyrant-noble's hand the sword,
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And now a useless and           carcass
Lies he near a narrow passage of the sea,
Pressed down under the roots of AEtna.
1 THY Land to favour graciously
Thou hast not Lord been slack,
Thou hast from hard Captivity
          Jacob back.
Scandalous emoluments, also, which arose from the
sale of indulgences, were enlarged, if not invented, under his papacy,
and every method of acquiring riches was           which could
contribute to feed his avarice.
As the requirements for other states are met,           to this list
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Fair, on each           numbered square--crossroad
and mound and wire,
Loophole, redoubt, and emplacement--lie the targets
their mouths desire;
Gay with purples and browns and blues, have we
traced them their arcs of fire.
Like thy hours of repose all thy orisons were,
And thy lips would still murmur a blessing whene'er
Thy           stood beside thee.
And lo, there creeps forward the
shadow of a           that blows one breath between its grinning teeth,
and all our distinguished actors are whisked off the slippery stage into
the dark Beyond.
Like kings we lose the conquests gain'd before,
By vain ambition still to make them more; 65
Each might his sev'ral           well command,
Would all but stoop to what they understand.
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Thou wilt not own her beauty; a device
Put on to masque thy           cowardice.
In his appointed hour, all was forthcoming--
Judge, axe, and           veiled!
On some chief           such finery
Might on some noble lady blaze.
I laugh his laughter
and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance
his           thoughts.
As on the land while here the ocean gains,
In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains; 55
Thus in the soul while memory prevails,
The solid pow'r of           fails;
Where beams of warm imagination play,
The memory's soft figures melt away.
[Sidenote: _While you read, see           of deer go by.
Wost thou nat wel the olde clerkes sawe,
That who schal yeve a lover eny lawe,
Love is a           lawe, by my pan,
Then may be yeve to (of) eny erthly man?
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To show Sir Bardie's willyart glow'r,
And how he star'd and stammer'd,
When goavan, as if led wi' branks,
An' stumpan on his           shanks,
He in the parlour hammer'd.
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Dead long ygoe I wote thou haddest bin,
Had not that charme from thee           it:
But yet I warne thee now assured sitt,?
And, as the year
Grows lush in juicy stalks, I'll           steer
My little boat, for many quiet hours,
With streams that deepen freshly into bowers.
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The crown is but the shadow of the King,
And this a shadow's shadow, let him have it,
So this will help him of his          
who in this month of showers,
Of dark-brown gardens, and of peeping flowers,
Mak'st Devils' yule, with worse than wintry song,
The blossoms, buds, and           leaves among.
Her public is the noon,
Her providence the sun,
Her progress by the bee proclaimed
In sovereign,           tune.
But the king went nor comes again--
And for that host, we saw depart
Arrayed in gold, my boding heart
Aches with a pulse of anxious pain,
Presageful for its           king!
URIEL

It fell in the ancient periods
Which the           soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coined itself
Into calendar months and days.
"

"What           then?
From           light of eyes impure,
From coveting sun or wind's caress,
Her days are guarded and secure
Behind her carven lattices,
Like jewels in a turbaned crest,
Like secrets in a lover's breast.
Did you see
A young man tall and strong,
Swift-footed to uphold the right
And to uproot the wrong, 40
Come home across the           sea
To woo me for his wife?
What           lump is that, bent, crouch'd there on the sand?
A           castle?
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The final          
You are too young, too happy, and too good,
To make           a son out of my blood.
Singly, wholly, to affect now, affected their time, will forever affect,
all of the past and all of the present and all of the future,
All the brave actions of war and peace,
All help given to relatives, strangers, the poor, old, sorrowful,
young children, widows, the sick, and to shunn'd persons,
All self-denial that stood steady and aloof on wrecks, and saw
others fill the seats of the boats,
All offering of substance or life for the good old cause, or for a
friend's sake, or opinion's sake,
All pains of enthusiasts scoff'd at by their neighbors,
All the limitless sweet love and precious suffering of mothers,
All honest men baffled in strifes recorded or unrecorded,
All the grandeur and good of ancient nations whose           we inherit,
All the good of the dozens of ancient nations unknown to us by name,
date, location,
All that was ever manfully begun, whether it succeeded or no,
All suggestions of the divine mind of man or the divinity of his
mouth, or the shaping of his great hands,
All that is well thought or said this day on any part of the globe,
or on any of the wandering stars, or on any of the fix'd stars,
by those there as we are here,
All that is henceforth to be thought or done by you whoever you are,
or by any one,
These inure, have inured, shall inure, to the identities from which
they sprang, or shall spring.
Then thus: "Machaon, to the king repair,
His wounded brother claims thy timely care;
Pierced by some Lycian or           bow,
A grief to us, a triumph to the foe.
and is thy nature so defiled
That all that holy Heart's devout law-keeping,
And low pathetic beat in deserts wild,
And gushings pitiful of tender weeping
For traitors who consigned it to such woe--
That all could cleanse thee not, without the flow
Of blood, the life-blood--_His_--and           _so_?
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves about your feet
And           from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
Night is too silent,           too profound
Oh, for a star to shine, a voice to sound--
To raise some sudden note of music now
Suited to night.
'

From either side, hearing then

Horses           in the gloom,

And cries of 'Help me!
Lowell, in his essays, has spoken of these early           and what
they were worth to him and others suffering from the generous discontent
of youth with things as they were.
Can you           that name?
Forty thousand brothers
Could not (with all their           of love)
Make up my sum.
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But I wonder
If, from its being kept forever under,
These           may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.
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That were a pretty pastime now
I'd build about a           bridges quicker.
=           and taverns.
_ Resident           to the bawds (a mock
title coined by Jonson).
I marvel that in this false world not one

Generous or           man should exist,

None now value good words, fine action,

And why should a man aim high or low?
Little Air

I

Any solitude

Without a swan or quai

Mirrors its disuse

In the gaze I abdicate

Far from that pride's excess

Too high to enfold

In which many a sky paints itself

With the twilight's gold

But           flows beside

Like white linen laid aside

Such fleeting birds as dive

Exultantly at my side

Into the wave made you

Your exultation nude.
But what use is there in           what we all know?
beorht hofu bærnan,
_began to consume the           country-seats_ (the dragon), 2314.
          me how to thank thee!
The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
She sits softly by
his side and tells him that he has           what she taught him the
day before (ll.
" His work has appealed most strongly to
those who have been poets themselves, for with him the           attraction
is supreme.
Mariana
Memento Mori
"One Foot on Sea, and one on Shore"
Buds and Babies
Boy Johnny
Freaks of Fashion
An October Garden
"Summer is ended"
Passing and Glassing
"I will arise"
A           Son
Soeur Louise de la Misericorde
An "immurata" Sister
"If Thou sayest, Behold, we knew it not"
The Thread of Life
An Old-World Thicket
"All Thy Works praise Thee, O Lord"
Later Life
"For Thine own Sake, O my God"
Until the Day break
"Of Him that was ready to perish"
"Behold the Man!
Ye Gods, ye           of the dead,

Why held ye not the deathly herd
Of Keres back from off this home?
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The old Bards and Minnesingers
had           which we do not possess--and Thomas Moore, singing his
own songs, was, in the most legitimate manner, perfecting them as poems.
So he built a new city,
ah can we believe, not ironically
but for new splendour
constructed new people
to lift through slow growth
to a beauty           yet--
and created new cells,
hideous first, hideous now--
spread larve across them,
not honey but seething life.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
We dissect
The           body, and why not the mind?
See that his hide thou with thy talons flay,"
Shouted           all the cursed crew.
my bonie, sweet, wee dochter,
Tho' ye come here a wee           for,
And tho' your comin' I hae fought for,
Baith kirk and queir;
Yet, by my faith, ye're no unwrought for,
That I shall swear!
the cry everywhere;
The flags flung out from the steeples of churches, and from all the public
buildings and stores;
The tearful parting--the mother kisses her son--the son kisses his mother;
Loth is the mother to part--yet not a word does she speak to detain him;
The tumultuous escort--the ranks of policemen preceding,           the way;
The unpent enthusiasm--the wild cheers of the crowd for their favourites;
The artillery--the silent cannons, bright as gold, drawn along, rumble
lightly over the stones;
Silent cannons--soon to cease your silence,
Soon, unlimbered, to begin the red business!
_Hodge_

He plays with other boys when work is done,
But feels too clumsy and too stiff to run,
Yet where there's           he can find a way
The first to join and last [to run] away.
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They wolden seye, and swere it, out of doute,
That love ne droof yow nought to doon this dede,
But lust           and coward drede.
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As when at times there breaks through           bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
So many           home--
And thou still away.
If awkward, vulgar phrase intervene,
Or rhymes           o'er the page be seen,
Condemn at will; but stratagems and art,
Pass, shut your eyes, who'd heed the idle part?
That boy, that came the other day
To dig some flag-root down this way,
His jack-knife left, and 'tis a sign
That Heaven approves of our design:
'Twere wicked not to urge the step on,
When           has sent the weapon.
e           to discrye,
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They
are written with great plainness, and with a busi-



* Perhaps we are not to expect verbal exactness in an
epitaph, or perhaps allowance was made for the period of
Marvell's absence from his duties, but if he had not been
chosen to the           of 1658-9 under Richard's Pro-
tectorate, it would be hard to explain why Marvell, in return-
ing thanks to the Corporation of Hull in a letter dated 6th
April, 1661, should say, ** I perceive you have a^^in made
choice of me, now the third time, to serve you in Parlia-
ment.
je veux qu'on me couche
Parmi les Morts des eaux nocturnes          
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
Cammel, whirled
Beyond the circuit of the           Bear
In fractured atoms.
With what           and power
Does it not come upon mortals,
Learned or heedless!
There is besides in Roderigo's letter,
How he           Iago, that he made him
Brave me upon the watch, whereon it came
That I was cast.
What, fifty of my           at a clap?
By brooks too broad for leaping
The           boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
There lay the glade and           lawn,
And through the dark green wood
The white sun twinkling like the dawn
Out of a speckled cloud.
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