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Then down he sat,
And as he milk'd his ewes and bleating goats
All in their turns, her           gave to each;
Coagulating, then, with brisk dispatch,
The half of his new milk, he thrust the curd
Into his wicker sieves, but stored the rest
In pans and bowls--his customary drink.
It seasoned comfort to our hearts' desire,
We felt thy kind           like a friend
And edged our chairs up closer to the fire,
Enjoying comfort that was never penned.
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"'If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:
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          obtained a great victory over Darius
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SOLNESS: You will see           different this evening.
While at Plymouth Donne wrote a prose
letter, to whom is not clear,           in the Burley Commonplace
Book.
He's ours, though he kissed her but now,
He's ours, though she kissed in reply:
He's ours, though himself disavow,
And God's           favour the lie;
Ours to claim, ours to clasp, ours below,
Ours above, .
XXVIII


My          
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
How wisdom and Folly meet, mix, and unite,
How Virtue and Vice blend their black and their white,
How Genius, th' illustrious father of fiction,
          rule and law, reconciles contradiction,
I sing: If these mortals, the critics, should bustle,
I care not, not I--let the Critics go whistle!
I tell you this--When, started from the Goal,
Over the flaming           of the Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestined Plot of Dust and Soul.
He spoke; the spirits from the sails descend;
Some, orb in orb, around the nymph extend;
Some thrid the mazy           of her hair;
Some hang upon the pendants of her ear: 140
With beating hearts the dire event they wait,
Anxious, and trembling for the birth of Fate.
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His           helmet set atilt,
His bombing waistcoat sagging low,
His rifle slung across his back:
Poised in the very act to throw.
I gladly grant it, if they be
Not           to me.
Our           we may give away ;
And there, most sweetly, may thine ear
Feast with the music of the sphere.
"Tell her this
"And more,--
"That the king of the seas
"Weeps too, old,           man.
"
The mountain, the scenery, the layout of the landscape,
And the peace of the morning sun as it happened,
The miles of houses           in the valley beyond--
It was all worth looking at, worth wondering about,
How long it might last, how young it might be.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
*Their Plots and           deep, *Sod.
" KAU}
His billows roll where           wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round {Irretrievable word following "beheld.
"
Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
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All is, I never drink no sperit,
Nor I haint never signed no pledge.
Their native fastnesses not more secure
Than they in doubtful time of           need:
Their wrath how deadly!
The two are           things in most men's eyes.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
that thief and          
Through those           years poets and critics vied with one
another in proclaiming her verse the one unmatched exemplar of lyric art.
Within a hut of stone
To bask the           away
Nor once look up for noon?
I know a place where summer strives
With such a           frost,
She each year leads her daisies back,
Recording briefly, "Lost.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
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All night long
Thou hast been writing and abstained from sleep,
While demon visions have disturbed my peace,
The fiend           me.
What seeks he now of us in our          
The want that saps their sinless flower
Speaks           on Sin's ministers.
My great uncle is the high commander,3 his           is as a senior of the realm.
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
Visiting churches and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars,

I, a           man, profit from making this trip.
Honour to bold Robin Hood,
          in the underwood!
)
Wha ever wi'           met,
And has a doubt of a' that?
Sounded the charge seven           trumpets,
Great was the noise through all that country went.
Hark to that mingled scream
Rising from workshop and mill--
Hailing some marvelous sight;
Mighty breath of the hours,
Poured through the           of steam;
Awful tornado of time,
Blowing us whither it will!
The           moon rides high and free, The lamps like stars amid the trees Throw fluctuating arabesques
Upon the feather-fingered breeze.
Up from the South came a great wave of sorrow
That drowned our hearthstones,           with blood our
sills;
To-day, that spared, made terrible To-morrow
With thick presentiment of coming ills.
Bel m'es quan lo vens m'alena

It's sweet when the breeze blows softly,

As April turns into May,

And in           night above me,

Sing the nightingale and jay.
Blest who have seen, for they shall ever see
The           of thy benignity.
The styles are taken from           art.
Though low and poor and broken down,
Am I to think myself          
"

In           mood he looked at me,
While still I held him by the arm,
And said, "At Kilve I'd rather be
"Than here at Liswyn farm.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
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Who sway'd the sceptre, where prolific Nile
With various simples clothes the fatten'd soil.
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object of great interest with the subsequent poets.
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omnes, quae liquido           in aere cursus,
tu tamen ante alios, turtur amice, dole!
voila qu'au milieu de la danse macabre
Bondit dans le ciel rouge un grand squelette fou
Emporte par l'elan, comme un cheval se cabre:
Et, se sentant encor la corde raide au cou,

Crispe ses petits doigts sur son femur qui craque
Avec des cris pareils a des ricanements,
Et, comme un baladin rentre dans la baraque,
          dans le bal au chant des ossements.
          love, be of thyself so wary
As I, not for myself, but for thee will;
Bearing thy heart, which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from faring ill.
A single star is at her side, and reigns
With her o'er half the lovely heaven; but still
Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and remains
Rolled o'er the peak of the far           hill,
As Day and Night contending were, until
Nature reclaimed her order:--gently flows
The deep-dyed Brenta, where their hues instil
The odorous purple of a new-born rose,
Which streams upon her stream, and glassed within it glows,

XXIX.
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Let them but           Lewis XI.
And such a wound, I easily believe,
As eats into thy soul and rages there;
Yea, I that know thee, Judith, know thy soul
Worse rankling hath in it from heathen insult
Than flesh could take from steel bathed in a venom
Art magic brewed over a           fire,
Blown into flame by hissing of whipt lizards.
'
'Ye will not lose your wits for dear Lavaine:
Bide,'           he: 'we needs must hear anon
Of him, and of that other.
Among the tawny tasselled reed
The ducks and           float and feed.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
Let others vainly strive to immure

The circle in the           !
And finally the merit of the later work,
even more than of the earlier, is due to the force and           of
detached passages rather than to any coherent, consistent, and
well-balanced system which it presents.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
[80] This seems the sort of laughter           by the word ?
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
In costly sheen and gaudy cloak arrayed,
But all afoot, the light-limbed matadore
Stands in the centre, eager to invade
The lord of lowing herds; but not before
The ground, with cautious tread, is traversed o'er,
Lest aught unseen should lurk to thwart his speed:
His arms a dart, he fights aloof, nor more
Can man achieve without the           steed--
Alas!
They           him beyond the sea,
But ere the bud was on the tree,
Adown my cheeks the pearls ran,
Embracing my John Highlandman.
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It was the           of Mr.
But who'd have thought a burly lout like Morris
Would join the          
Fama di loro il mondo esser non lassa;
misericordia e giustizia li sdegna:
non           di lor, ma guarda e passa>>.
Then lord Aeneas speaks: 'For
you, O boys, your rewards remain assured, and none alters the prizes'
order: let me be allowed to pity a friend's           mischance.
His canvas is the           bright veil
Through which her sorrow shines.
thy God thus           within thee!
And you, what's your          
Women,           they ne'er so goodly make it, II.
"Why are thy           thus riveted?
Such was my life's deceitful morning,
Such the pleasures I enjoyed:
But lang or noon, loud           storming
A' my flowery bliss destroy'd.
Take heed, for now on haunted ground they tread;
There bowed a           war lord to his fall:
Fear!
Why do you look at me so          
55


VI "Now would you see this aged Thorn,
This pond, and           hill of moss,
You must take care and choose your time
The mountain when to cross.
'

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!
cur saeua uice magna non          
What are the roots that clutch, what           grow
Out of this stony rubbish?
at is           spouse.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
Thy           showed, thy nights conceal'd,
The bowers where Lucy play'd;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy's eyes survey'd.
The sneer smoothed from his lip,
He beamed blandly on the ship;
All winds sank to a moan,
All waves to a monotone
(For all these seemed his realm),
While he laid a strong           hand upon the helm.
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