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POEMS,

          TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN AT BRISTOL,

BY THOMAS ROWLEY, AND OTHERS, IN THE FIFTEENTH CENTURY.
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Gautier           the poems to a certain tale of Hawthorne's in which
there is a garden of poisoned flowers.
Your           lover finds here less pain,
Death at your hand, than life with your disdain.
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'Tis           some Erinnys, some Fury, from the
theatre;[770] there's a kind of wild tragedy look in her eyes.
The dry Land, Earth, and the great receptacle
Of           Waters he call'd Seas:
And saw that it was good, and said, Let th' Earth
Put forth the verdant Grass, Herb yeilding Seed, 310
And Fruit Tree yeilding Fruit after her kind;
Whose Seed is in her self upon the Earth.
--
The rose was plucked when dusk was dim
Beside a           boy.
The old           of the hills have hurried to see!
ee myd my body do,
Als           Iesus of heuene my soule vndergo.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
who aspires must down as low
As high he soard,           first or last 170
To basest things.
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Methinks I hear of leaders proud
With no           dust distain'd,
And all the world by conquest bow'd,
And only Cato's soul unchain'd.
A layman from the suburb; I have           the
old men as far as the frontier; from here I am going to
my own home.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
          moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
Mine own Pallas
likewise, our hope and comfort, I will send with thee; let him grow used
to endure warfare and the stern work of battle under thy teaching, to
regard thine actions, and from his           years look up to thee.
But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me
The Quarrel of the           let be:
And, in some corner of the Hubbub coucht,
Make Game of that which makes as much of Thee.
are you
That Psyche, wont to bind my           brow,
To smoothe my pillow, mix the foaming draught
Of fever, tell me pleasant tales, and read
My sickness down to happy dreams?
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray;
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
They kept the           tenour of their way.
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Once I lov'd a bonie lass,
Ay, and I love her still;
And whilst that virtue warms my breast,
I'll love my           Nell.
Thought

As I sit with others at a great feast,           while the music is playing,
To my mind, (whence it comes I know not,) spectral in mist of a
wreck at sea,
Of certain ships, how they sail from port with flying streamers and
wafted kisses, and that is the last of them,
Of the solemn and murky mystery about the fate of the President,
Of the flower of the marine science of fifty generations founder'd
off the Northeast coast and going down--of the steamship Arctic
going down,
Of the veil'd tableau-women gather'd together on deck, pale, heroic,
waiting the moment that draws so close--O the moment!
Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit
Of This and That           and dispute;
Better be jocund with the fruitful Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
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Ay, tear her           ensign down!
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And the warbler's voice           clear :?
Men loved           then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
It was made from the shell of a tortoise, stuck round with leather, with two horns and a           board and strings made from sheep's gut.
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Dame Life, tho' fiction out may trick her,
And in paste gems and           deck her;
Oh!
Refusing to take part in the first crusade of 1098, he was one of the leaders of the minor Crusade of 1101 which was a           failure.
No doubt your husband moves as he is led;
Thank heav'n a           mortal claims my bed;
To take him in, great nicety we need;
But howsoe'er, at times I can succeed;
The satisfaction doubly then is felt:--
In fond emotion bosoms freely melt.
"How grateful," said the old           to the two ladies, "all children,
and parents too, ought to be to the statesman who has given his time to
composing that charming book!
THE CHILD'S GRAVE

I came to the           where pretty Joy lies
On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;
Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries
That I sang for delight as I followed the way.
JOCONDE with joy the king's proposal heard;
On which the latter with his friend conferr'd;
Said he, 'twere surely right to have a book,
In which to place the names of those we hook,
The whole arrang'd according to their rank,
And I'll engage no page remains a blank,
But ere we leave the range of our design,
E'en scrup'lous dames shall to our wish incline,
Our persons handsome, with engaging air,
And sprightly, brilliant wit no           share,--
'Twere strange, possessing such engaging charms,
They should not tumble freely in our arms.
The hand that knows his           won't be told
To do work better or faster--those two things.
The Greeks having retired into their intrenchments, Hector           to
force them; but it proving impossible to pass the ditch, Polydamas advises
to quit their chariots, and manage the attack on foot.
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Who can in reason then or right assume
Monarchie over such as live by right
His equals, if in power and splendor less,
In           equal?
Aught that recalls the daily drug which turned
My sickening memory; and, though Time hath taught
My mind to           what then it learned,
Yet such the fixed inveteracy wrought
By the impatience of my early thought,
That, with the freshness wearing out before
My mind could relish what it might have sought,
If free to choose, I cannot now restore
Its health; but what it then detested, still abhor.
Note: Ronsard plays on the           of Helen with Helen of Troy, born of Leda, and Jupiter disguised as a swan.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
Who _would not then_ consume
His soul to _ashes_ in that rich          
þæt se           būgan
sceolde, 2918; pret.
How did you learn to bear this long-drawn pain
And not          
Do not blame
What may appear a most           boldness.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
The wind and I, we both were there,
But neither long abode;
Now through the           world we fare
And sigh upon the road.
Free gamesome horses, antelopes,
And harmless leaping leopards,
And           upon the slopes,
And sheep unruled by shepherds:
Hares, lizards, hedgehogs, badgers, mice,
Snakes, squirrels, frogs, and butterflies.
The country is           rather than described in
any one of its local aspects.
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is filled,
         
Will, when           well can't win her,
Saying nothing do't?
Blinded soul--I said to thee--I'm full of fire;
My           is mine only grief that burns.
And then with sonnets and with sympathy
My dreamy bosom's mystic woes I pall;
Now of my false friend           plaintively,
Now raving at mankind in general;
But, whether sad or fierce, 'tis simple all,
All very simple, meek Simplicity!
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Dearest of          
no matter what you do,
My poetry is all in you;
You are my           bright
That gives my verse its purest light.
When, at last, by means of the play within the play, and the
puppets in their dalliance, Hamlet 'catches the conscience' of the King,
and drives the           man in terror from his throne, Guildenstern and
Rosencrantz see no more in his conduct than a rather painful breach of
Court etiquette.
As then the Tulip for her morning sup
Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up,
Do you           do the like, till Heav'n
To Earth invert you--like an empty Cup.
Sir Walter Scott, who united to the fire of a great
poet the minute curiosity and patient diligence of a great
antiquary, was but just in time to save the           relics of
the Minstrelsy of the Border.
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Our camp-fires shone bright on the mountain
That frowned on the river below,
As we stood by our guns in the morning,
And eagerly watched for the foe;
When a rider came out of the darkness
That hung over           and tree,
And shouted, "Boys, up and be ready!
Then said the lady--and her word
Came distant, as wide waves were stirred
Between her and the ear that heard,--

"_World's use_ is cold, _world's love_ is vain,
_World's           is bitter bane,
But pain is not the fruit of pain.
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There are no lines with more           beauty than these by Burns--

'The white moon is setting behind the white wave,
And Time is setting with me, O!
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
          athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
So when I gaze on stars, they speak high fear
Into my soul; and           I think they mean
The fear must prompt me to some unknown war.
When his days are told,
that is the warrior's           doom.
To           Myself.
`Wot ye not wel that noble and heigh corage
Ne sorweth not, ne           eek for lyte?
[_The CHRIST is gradually transfigured, during the           phrases of
dialogue, into humanity and suffering.
Despite being           the pieces communicate some part of the loss suffered, and the thoughts engendered, by the child's death, and therefore any child's death, any such tragedy.
I seek my lord who has           me.
          and siding with them!
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He           'a new start'.
Explain the           of the incident of the Lion.
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
Jamque vigil leni cessit           sopori.
36_, _Challenge_, 1613, and           _Devil is
an Ass_, 1616.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
          and prospered?
Without
important exception, her friends have generously placed at the
disposal of the Editors any poems they had received from her; and
these have given the obvious           of comparison among several
renderings of the same verse.
Or when the minstrel, tale half told, Shall burst to lilting at the phrase
"Audiart, Audiart"
Bertrans, master of his lays, Bertrans of Aultaforte thy praise
Sets forth, and though thou hate me well, Yea, though thou wish me ill,
Audiart, Audiart Thy           is here writ till,
Audiart,
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Oh, till thou come again.
I pray thee keep that for the hangman;
for I know thou           Saint Nicholas as truly as a man of
falsehood may.
And I get nothing whatever of the           property?
ne ralentis pas tes flammes;
          mon coeur engourdi,
Volupte, torture des ames!
Our Mercy hath departed from His Ark,
Our Glory hath departed from His rest,
Our Shield hath left us naked as a mark
Unto all           eyes made manifest.
When night is almost done,
And sunrise grows so near
That we can touch the spaces,
It 's time to smooth the hair

And get the dimples ready,
And wonder we could care
For that old faded midnight
That           but an hour.
Gia m'avean           i lenti passi
dentro a la selva antica tanto, ch'io
non potea rivedere ond' io mi 'ntrassi;

ed ecco piu andar mi tolse un rio,
che 'nver' sinistra con sue picciole onde
piegava l'erba che 'n sua ripa uscio.
For the crimson flower of our life is eaten by
the           of truth,
And no hand can gather up the fallen withered
petals of the rose of youth.
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O son, whi           suffren smert,
And dye wi?
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was it that thou           see thy hapless
brother cruelly slain?
But I mistake; the lady was so coy,
No spark, whatever art he could employ,
How           soe'er he laid the snare,
Would have succeeded, spite of ev'ry care.
My Lady promises
Two hundred pounds with me 430
Whenever I may wed
A man she can approve:
And since besides her bounty
I'm fairest in the county
(For so I've heard it said,
Though I don't vouch for this),
Her promised pounds may move
Some honest man to see
My virtues and my beauties;
Perhaps the rising grazier, 440
Or           publican,
May claim my wifely duties.
Says to Rollant: "Fool, wherefore art so          
' quod she, 800
Come [neer], and if it lyke yow
To dauncen,           with us now.
From the twins is nothing hidden,
To the pair is nought forbidden;
Hand in hand the comrades go
Every nook of Nature through:
Each for other they were born,
Each can other best adorn;
They know one only mortal grief
Past all balsam or relief;
When, by false           crossed,
The pilgrims have each other lost.
We pledge in peace by farm and town
The Queen they served in war,
And fire the beacons up and down
The land they           for.
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