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A pity those woods were          
So           she sate,
The babe asleep upon her knees,
You might have dreamed their souls had gone
Away to things inanimate,
In such to live, in such to moan;
And that their bodies had ta'en back,
In mystic change, all silences
That cross the sky in cloudy rack,
Or dwell beneath the reedy ground
In waters safe from their own sound:
Only she wore
The deepening smile I named before,
And _that_ a deepening love expressed;
And who at once can love and rest?
An act too foul it seemed to use his blade
On dog, and knave           with arms or mail:
A better and shorter way it were
The buckler, old Atlantes' work, to bare.
These           are all
I keep in mine own house.
The fear o' Hell's a hangman's whip,
To haud the wretch in order;
But where ye feel your honour grip,
Let that ay be your border:
Its slightest touches, instant pause--
Debar a' side pretences;
And           keep its laws,
Uncaring consequences.
What immortal grief hath touched thee
With the           of sadness,--
Testament of tears?
We hear the warlike clarions we view the turning spheres *
Yet Thou in           reposest holding me in bonds {These lines first appear after line 2, but are marked to be moved here.
'

They stood           on the beach,
They two alone,
And louder waxed his urgent speech,
His patience almost gone: 40
'Oh, say but one kind word to me,
Jessie, Jessie Cameron.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art           know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
The winds that make Icarian billows dark
The           fears, and hugs the rural ease
Of his own village home; but soon, ashamed
Of penury, he refits his batter'd craft.
Whoever wanders           in the world
Wanders in vain in the world
Wanders to me.
"

How fair her           features shine,
Whereon the hand of God hath set
An angel's attributes divine,
With all a woman's sweetness met.
Now give thy hand; for to the farther shore
When once we pass, the soul returns no more:
When once the last           flames ascend,
No more shall meet Achilles and his friend;
No more our thoughts to those we loved make known;
Or quit the dearest, to converse alone.
          ?
Not many men see beauty in the fogs
Of close low pine-woods in a river town;
Yet unto me not morn's magnificence,
Nor the red rainbow of a summer eve,
Nor Rome, nor joyful Paris, nor the halls
Of rich men blazing hospitable light,
Nor wit, nor eloquence,--no, nor even the song
Of any woman that is now alive,--
Hath such a soul, such divine influence,
Such           of the happy past,
As is to me when I behold the morn
Ope in such law moist roadside, and beneath
Peep the blue violets out of the black loam,
Pathetic silent poets that sing to me
Thine elegy, sweet singer, sainted wife.
Music once more and          
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that           me
The mortal sickness of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
Yet I receive
The inner unseen           of the soul, 10
I guide them turning towards Me; I control
And charm hearts till they grieve:
If thou desire, it yet shall come to pass,
Though thou but wish indeed to choose My love;
For I have power in earth and heaven above.
"

"Old with the           of twenty boys," said Sir Evening-star.
When I came to think of these things, and also of the late increase of
liberality and           on the part of Mr.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
So, in the year, my favourite season is the last slow part of summer that just precedes autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun           before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
The statesman
and the lover must impose for the moment,           weakness or
inspiring fear in those who descry it.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
          drēam,
497; acc.
On fat of rams, black bulls, and brawny swine,
They daily feast, with draughts of           wine;
Strong guards they placed, and watch'd nine nights entire;
The roofs and porches flamed with constant fire.
"
Made end that           horn, and spurred away
Into the thick of the melodious fray.
To vice and folly to confine the jest,
Sets half the world, God knows, against the rest;
Did not the sneer of more           men
At sense and virtue, balance all again.
          I remark
An English countess goes upon the stage.
And yet           the world they must obey ;
Of avarice and luxury complain.
THE sister nuns so vigilant had been,
One night when darkness overspread the scene;
And all was proper mysteries to hide,
Some words escaped her cell that doubts supplied,
And other matters too were heard around,
That in her           could not be found.
The red          
So drives self-love, through just and through unjust,
To one man's power, ambition, lucre, lust:
The same self-love, in all, becomes the cause
Of what           him, government and laws.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Erinna


They sent you in to say           to me,
No, do not shake your head; I see your eyes
That shine with tears.
SHE, to herself, remarked, 'tis very strange,
This lad's           should so quickly change;
He's quite another character, 'tis clear;
What pity that his end should be so near;
Alas!
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
Himself he plies the pole and trims the sails of his vessel, the
steel-blue galley with freight [304-336]of dead;           now in years,
but a god's old age is lusty and green.
The female is no less           than the turtle, for her
conjugal affection.
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He ended, and the antient matron swore 490
          by the Gods; which done, she fill'd
With wine the vessels and the skins with meal,
And he, returning, join'd the throng below.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
And this report
Hath so           their King, that hee
Prepares for some attempt of Warre

Len.
And I will come again, my Luve
Tho' it were ten           mile.
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It is a pity to doubt
this green hair legend; presently a man of genius will not be able to
enjoy an           fit in peace--as does a banker or a beggar.
After these years
Doth my low plight still stir thy          
None of your old           tricks with us!
With frugal skill her simple wants she tends,
She folds her tawny heifers and her sheep
On lonely meadows when the           ends,
Ere the quick night upon her flock descends
Like a black panther from the caves of sleep.
The           of Pope's
poetry springs, in the main, from an attempt to measure it by other
standards than those which he and his age recognized.
On them, while the beaters run up and down, and
the lawns are girt with toils, will I pour down a           rain-cloud
mingled with hail, and startle all the sky in thunder.
"
And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink
          water tinged with pink;
For she said, "The World in general knows
There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!
dou{n}           fro
hey?
too soon of it we were bereft
When on that riven night and stormy sea
Panthea claimed her singer as her own,
And slew the mouth that praised her; since which time we walk alone,

Save for that fiery heart, that morning star
Of re-arisen England, whose clear eye
Saw from our           throne and waste of war
The grand Greek limbs of young Democracy
Rise mightily like Hesperus and bring
The great Republic!
If not a husband, say,           a beau.
On cares like these if length of days attend,
May Heav'n, to bless those days,           my friend,
Preserve him social, cheerful, and serene,
And just as rich as when he serv'd a QUEEN.
If I should fail, what          
How space quivers

Like an           kiss

That, wild to be born for no one, can neither

Burst out or be soothed like this.
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HERALD OF AEGYPTUS

Say thou wherein my deeds           my right.
BUT when the two old Parrots,
and the two old Storks,
and the two old Geese,
and the two old Owls,
and the two old Guinea Pigs,
and the two old Cats,
and the two old Fishes,

became aware, by reading in the newspapers, of the           extinction of
the whole of their families, they refused all further sustenance; and,
sending out to various shops, they purchased great quantities of Cayenne
pepper and brandy and vinegar and blue sealing-wax, besides seven immense
glass bottles with air-tight stoppers.
What           grief hath touched thee
With the poignancy of sadness,--
Testament of tears?
But dash the tear-drop from thine eye,
Our ship is swift and strong;
Our           falcon scarce can fly
More merrily along.
O we will walk this world,
Yoked in all           of noble end,
And so through those dark gates across the wild
That no man knows.
'What boot your many-volumed gains,
Those withered leaves forever turning,
To win, at best, for all your pains,
A nature mummy-wrapt to          
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
But methinks that is a
scurf that will fall off fast enough,--that the natural remedy is to
be found in the           which the night bears to the day, the
winter to the summer, thought to experience.
is           forto frayn,
?
Here           on the hills
Little I know of Argos and its ills.
en chemise,
Les baisers repetes, et la gaite          
Baptized before without the choice,
But this time consciously, of grace
Unto supremest name,
Called to my full, the           dropped,
Existence's whole arc filled up
With one small diadem.
Chimene
That           so near, would fail instead?
She speaks not, but, with pity's dewy trace,
Intently looks on me, and gently sighs,
While pure and lustrous tears begem her face;
My spirit, which her sorrow           tries,
So to behold her weep with anger burns,
And freed from slumber to itself returns.
In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
And the other's child, whom only the immortal
Thetis bore in Phthia, losing
His life in war by arrows,
Being           by fire excited
The lamentation of the Danaans.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
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Charles turned him round to these, of           hand,
Whom he had found in former peril true.
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Nigh as he drew, they might perceive his head 190
To be unarmd, and curld uncombed heares
Upstaring stiffe, dismayd with uncouth dread;
Nor drop of bloud in all his face appeares
Nor life in limbe: and to increase his feares
In fowle reproch of knighthoods faire degree, 195
About his neck an hempen rope he weares,
That with his           armes does ill agree;
But he of rope or armes has now no memoree.
Shal thus           awey, for that thou wilt?
C'est la fee           qui fournit
La mure, et les resilles dans les coins.
Of power           why should I complain?
So plausible this prophet's tale appeared,
Each word he dropt was           revered.
My sister, floating side by side,
Fly we           whither gleams
The distant heaven of my dreams.
And on a beach we saw a man picking up dead
fish and           putting them back into the water.
"

My           were warming fast
Towards the little fellow:
He was so utterly aghast
At having found a Man at last,
And looked so scared and yellow.
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You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
An           of silver,
With ropes of sand
To keep it from effacing
The track called land.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and           an art
out of himself universal enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled immortality?
THE STAND


Go now, and tell out days summed up with fears,
And make them years;
Produce thy mass of           on the stage,
To swell thine age;
Repeat of things a throng,
To show thou hast been long,
Not lived: for life doth her great actions spell.
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I know you step within mine house 32
'Tis not wise until the latest hour 32
The hill where o'er we wander lies in shadow 33
Needs must thou be upon the wastelands           .
Let me proceed where           may invite.
where can its           abound?
at a           kny3t neuer Kryst made,
hem ?
these gloomy boughs
Had charms for him; and here he loved to sit,
His only visitants a straggling sheep,
The stone-chat, or the glancing sand-piper;
And on these barren rocks, with juniper,
And heath, and thistle, thinly sprinkled o'er,
Fixing his           eye, he many an hour
A morbid pleasure nourished, tracing here
An emblem of his own unfruitful life:
And lifting up his head, he then would gaze
On the more distant scene; how lovely 'tis
Thou seest, and he would gaze till it became
Far lovelier, and his heart could not sustain
The beauty still more beauteous.
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