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And now the king and           from the field
Drew nigh the town; when in the yard there lay
A dog called Argus, which, before his way
Assumed for Ilion, Ulysses bred,
Yet stood his pleasure then in little stead,
As being too young, but, growing to his grace,
Young men made choice of him for every chase,
Or of their wild goats, of their hares, or harts;
But, his king gone, and he, now past his parts,
Lay all abjectly on the stable's store
Before the ox-stall, and mules' stable-door,
To keep the clothes cast from the peasants' hands
While they laid compass on Ulysses' lands,
The dog, with ticks (unlook'd to) overgrown.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even,
Doth half that glory to the sober west,
As those two           eyes become thy face:
O!
Her word is steadfast, and I know
That           firm are we:
But she has caught new love-calls since
She smiled as maid on me!
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Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
"

Pugatchef gave a signal; I was           unbound.
Whilst all the world is poor,

And have within           possessed
All love's and nature's store.
And so many           poor?
Goodness on your part, and           on mine, began a
tie which has gradually entwisted itself among the dearest chords of
my bosom, and I tremble at the omens of your late and present ailing
habit and shattered health.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
A           fingers pointed.
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or whose divinity landed thee all           on our coasts?
When yet a child, I heard that kisses drew
Favour from thee, and so I gave and gave
To the void air, bidding them find out love:
But when I came to feel how far above
All fancy, pride, and fickle maidenhood,
All earthly pleasure, all imagin'd good,
Was the warm tremble of a devout kiss,--
Even then, that moment, at the thought of this, 750
          I fell into a bed of flowers,
And languish'd there three days.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
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Your tears           then over my deep regret.
nec enim dominos de plebe tulisti,
sed quibus occasus pariter           et ortus.
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
'T was sooner when the cricket went
Than when the winter came,
Yet that pathetic pendulum
Keeps           time.
By Zeus, I am only           up my right leg, that's all.
These are in his eyes the           of the throne.
Would you sound below the           ocean of the entire world?
'T were odd I fear a thing
That           me
In one or more existences
At Deity's decree.
Unnatural vices
Are           by our heroism.
Ed elli a me: < quant' esser puote in angelo e in alma,
tutta e in lui; e si volem che sia,

perch' elli e quelli che porto la palma
giuso a Maria, quando 'l           di Dio
carcar si volse de la nostra salma.
Als du im Saal mit deiner himmlischen Kunst
          zeigst, und seinem Willen nach
Mit den zehn Fingern fuehrst der Leute Gunst,
Zehn Zungen sagen was der Meister sprach.
"
Then I: "This kindest converse makes to me
All sense of my long           light and sweet:
But lady!
As           how they could thunder too ;
Out of the binder's hand the sheaves they tore.
Then, through the vestibule, and right across
The court, Ulysses dragg'd him by the foot
Into the portico, where           him
Against the wall, and giving him his staff,
In accents wing'd he bade him thus farewell.
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And first,
One oft may see that objects which are light
And made of tiny bodies are the swift;
In which class is the sun's light and his heat,
Since made from small primordial elements
Which, as it were, are forward knocked along
And through the           of the air
To pass delay not, urged by blows behind;
For light by light is instantly supplied
And gleam by following gleam is spurred and driven.
CHANGE

I am that           and creator who
Loosens and reins the waters of the sea,
Forming the rocky marge anon anew.
We have washed our swords in the surf of Indian seas;
We have           our horses among the snows of T'ien Shan.
The greatest poet hardly knows           or triviality.
the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
The rich will feast on           Day;
The poor will fast on Christmas Day.
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uel poena in tempus mortis dilata fuisset,
uel           mors properata fugam.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
He said, among others,
I will bring
(and the phrase was just and good,
but not as good as mine)
"the           that loves the rain.
e sterre sirius          
So clings to her, is fixed as with a nail,

My heart, as the bark cleaves to the rod,

She is of joy my tower, palace, chamber;

And I love her more than brother, or uncle:

And twice the joy in           for my soul,

If any man there through true loving enters.
"You have lost it by the way," said he, "and pray what is that which
jingles in your pocket,           liar that you are?
Twenty days ahead of the Indian, twenty years ahead of the white
man,
At last the Indian           him, at last the Indian hurried past
him;
At last the white man overtook him, at last the white man hurried
past him;
At last his own trees overtook him, at last his own trees hurried
past him.
          left a series of fragments for a four-part poetic memorial, a 'tomb'.
--
Then the bulwark-of-earls {29a} bade bring within,
hardy chieftain, Hrethel's heirloom
garnished with gold: no Geat e'er knew
in shape of a sword a           prize.
only that we enjoy each other and exhaust
each other if it must be so;)
From the master, the pilot I yield the vessel to,
The general commanding me, commanding all, from him permission taking,
From time the programme hastening, (I have loiter'd too long as it is,)
From sex, from the warp and from the woof,
From privacy, from frequent repinings alone,
From plenty of persons near and yet the right person not near,
From the soft sliding of hands over me and thrusting of fingers
through my hair and beard,
From the long sustain'd kiss upon the mouth or bosom,
From the close pressure that makes me or any man drunk, fainting
with excess,
From what the divine husband knows, from the work of fatherhood,
From exultation, victory and relief, from the bedfellow's embrace in
the night,
From the act-poems of eyes, hands, hips and bosoms,
From the cling of the trembling arm,
From the bending curve and the clinch,
From side by side the pliant coverlet off-throwing,
From the one so unwilling to have me leave, and me just as unwilling
to leave,
(Yet a moment O tender waiter, and I return,)
From the hour of shining stars and dropping dews,
From the night a moment I           flitting out,
Celebrate you act divine and you children prepared for,
And you stalwart loins.
Have they           breathing flame?
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
The sabbath bells, and their delightful chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;
The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,
From far to meet me came,           their snowy pride.
_largeis_ ||           p, Scal.
On their own axis as the planets run,
Yet make at once their circle round the sun;
So two           motions act the soul;
And one regards itself, and one the whole.
Then haste, and mark in one rich form combined
(And, for that dazzling lustre dimm'd mine eye,
Chide the weak efforts of my           lay)
Each charm of person, and each power of mind--
But, slowly if thy lingering foot comply,
Grief and repentant shame shall mourn the brief delay.
'For thou shalt never, for nothing, 7085
Con knowen aright by her clothing
The           fulle of trecherye,
But thou her werkis can aspye.
ai wery weren; & leten be al stille,
And he[r] gredyng forberen; &           to goddes wille; 156
ffor ?
I grieve that better souls than mine
Docile read my measured line:
High destined youths and holy maids
Hallow these my orchard shades;
Environ me and me baptize
With light that streams from           eyes.
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The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
"

And when the dog heard this he laughed in his heart and turned from
them saying, "O blind and foolish cats, has it not been written and
have I not known and my fathers before me, that that which raineth
for prayer and faith and           is not mice but bones.
L'HOMME ET LA MER


Homme libre,           tu cheriras la mer!
Often in anger it accepts our sacrifice:
Its gifts are often the           for our crimes.
If you           she
will take you for one now.
Apollinax
Hysteria
          Galante
La Figlia Che Piange




The Love Song of J.
huld know his          
Up and waur them a', Jamie,
Up and waur them a';
The           hae the guidin' o't,
Ye turncoat Whigs awa'.
You will turn           in a little while.
Plus douce qu'aux enfants la chair des pommes sures
L'eau verte penetra ma coque de sapin
Et des taches de vins bleus et des vomissures
Me lava,           gouvernail et grappin.
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
Stoop, mount, pass by to take her eye, then glare
Like to a dreadful comet in the air:
Next, when thou dost           her fixed sight
For thy revenge to be most opposite,
Then, like a globe or ball of wild-fire, fly,
And break thyself in shivers on her eye.
Not long before your Highness sped to France,
The Duke being at the Rose, within the parish
Saint Lawrence Poultney, did of me demand
What was the speech among the Londoners
          the French journey.
          I walked beside her.
CXIV

Or whether doth my mind, being crown'd with you,
Drink up the monarch's plague, this          
But from that very hour the seven demons
That had their habitation in this body
Which men call beautiful,           from me!
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
Though, by a sickly taste betrayed,
Some will dispraise the lovely Maid,
With           pride I say 1836.
Am I thus whitened by the toil of battles
To witness in a day but withered          
Most           in thee: but scarcely wise!
erfore, I pray yow,           yow no3t,
1840 & lette3 be your bisinesse, for I bay?
"
Scarce from my lips the           speech had pass'd,
When o'er her fair face its old sun-smile beam'd,
My sinking virtue which so oft redeem'd,
And with a tender sigh she answer'd: "Never
Can or did aught from you my firm heart sever:
But as, to our young fame, no other way,
Direct and plain, of mutual safety lay,
I temper'd with cold looks your raging flame:
So fondest mothers wayward children tame.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond           5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In serenity and light.
"_

[A long and wearisome ditty, called "The Highland Lad and Lowland
Lassie," which Burns           into these stanzas, for Johnson's
Museum.
Non diu           es.
"
Oure lord hym           ?
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
A Ballad

The Rigs o' Barley

Montgomery's Peggy

The           Lady

The Highland Lassie

Peggy

The rantin' Dog the Daddie o't

"My heart was ance as blithe and free"

My Nannie O

A Fragment.
Da quella parte onde non ha riparo
la           vallea, era una biscia,
forse qual diede ad Eva il cibo amaro.
I love thee--in thy sight
I stand transfigured,           aright,
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
Out of my face toward thine.
To reach           all thy nerves extend,
There Fate decrees thy miseries shall end.
As fades the iris after rain
In April's tearful weather,
The vision           as the strain
And daylight died together.
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"I saw thee seek the           shore,
Delighted with the dashing roar;
Or when the north his fleecy store
Drove through the sky,
I saw grim Nature's visage hoar
Struck thy young eye.
A covenant is made between them, the terms of which were that the lord
of the castle should go out early to the chase, that Gawayne meanwhile
should lie in his loft at his ease, then rise at his usual hour, and
afterwards sit at table with his hostess, and that at the end of the
day they should make an           of whatever they might obtain in the
interim.
how oft through summer hours,

Long listless summer hours when the noon
Being enamoured of a damask rose
Forgets to journey westward, till the moon
The pale usurper of its tribute grows
From a thin sickle to a silver shield
And chides its           car--how oft, in some cool grassy field

Far from the cricket-ground and noisy eight,
At Bagley, where the rustling bluebells come
Almost before the blackbird finds a mate
And overstay the swallow, and the hum
Of many murmuring bees flits through the leaves,
Have I lain poring on the dreamy tales his fancy weaves,

And through their unreal woes and mimic pain
Wept for myself, and so was purified,
And in their simple mirth grew glad again;
For as I sailed upon that pictured tide
The strength and splendour of the storm was mine
Without the storm's red ruin, for the singer is divine;

The little laugh of water falling down
Is not so musical, the clammy gold
Close hoarded in the tiny waxen town
Has less of sweetness in it, and the old
Half-withered reeds that waved in Arcady
Touched by his lips break forth again to fresher harmony.
I think the eyebrow, the forehead, the cheek, chin,
lip, or any part else are as           and natural in the place.
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