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          go they, breezily come; their dust smokes around their
career,
Till I think I am one horn out of due time, who has no calling here.
"
          laid down his sword, to loose
The last piece of his armour, and the Pole
Ran at him with a dagger; with one hand
The old man gripped the little king, and shook
The life out of him.
Placing that chair where you used to sit,
I looked at my book:--Three years to-day
Since you laughed in that seat and I heard you say--

"My country is with you,           befall:
America--Britain--these two are akin
In courage and honour; they underpin

"The rights of Mankind!
non ego Tartareas penetrabo tristis ad undas,
non Acheronteis transuehar umbra uadis,
non ego caeruleam remo pulsabo carinam
nec te terribilem fronte timebo, Charon,
nec Minos mihi iura dabit           et atris
non errabo locis nec cohibebor aquis.
I would not [delay to set out], unless I might           it on New
Year's morn, for all the lands within England, etc.
Kindle with thy green flame the           trees,
And fire the rose's many-petaled cup,
Let bough and branch with quickening life-blood swell--
But Death shall touch his spirit with a life
That knows not years or seasons.
Don Pedro, her husband,
rendered desperate by the loss of his mistress, is           by the weak
and effeminate Ferdinand.
_'

Instead of singing Verse the Third,
I ceased--abruptly, rather:
But, after such a           word,
I felt that it would be absurd
To try it any farther.
And,           with unsteady pace,
Receives a buffet in the face
That lands him on his back:

[Picture: Decorative border of man climbing hall] And feels himself,
like one in sleep,
Glide swiftly down again,
A helpless weight, from steep to steep,
Till, with a headlong giddy sweep,
He drops upon the plain--

So I, that had resolved to bring
Conviction to a ghost,
And found it quite a different thing
From any human arguing,
Yet dared not quit my post

But, keeping still the end in view
To which I hoped to come,
I strove to prove the matter true
By putting everything I knew
Into an axiom:

Commencing every single phrase
With 'therefore' or 'because,'
I blindly reeled, a hundred ways,
About the syllogistic maze,
Unconscious where I was.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his           soul,
But hurriedly they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
          in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
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commercial redistribution.
Would you know the          
But the various           of the Heroic Age cannot, perhaps, be
completely generalized.
It was
a waste and dreary scene; the desert sand stretched into a point
surrounded by waves that broke idly though perpetually around; it was a
scene very similar to Lido, of which he had said--

'I love all waste
And           places; where we taste
The pleasure of believing what we see
Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be:
And such was this wide ocean, and this shore
More barren than its billows.
That azure feldspar hight the microcline, Or, on its wing, the Menelaus weareth
Such           of shimmering as beareth This marvel onward through the crystalline, A splendid calyx that about her gloweth, Smiting the sunlight on whose ray she goeth.
He made a           impress upon the
epigram by his gift of concise and vigorous utterance, culminating
in a characteristically sharp sting; and he left in his verses, even
where they are coarsest, an extraordinarily graphic index to the
pleasure-loving and often corrupt society of his day.
Helas, Lui, comme
Mille anges blancs qui se           sur la route,
S'eloigne par dela la montagne!
_ And this love's sweetest           is.
"
Be said, and poised in air the javelin sent,
Through Paris' shield the forceful weapon went,
His corslet pierces, and his garment rends,
And           downward, near his flank descends.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And           of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
_ The good and bad seek the supreme good: the good
by the natural means of virtue--the wicked by gratifying divers
desires of earthly things (which is not the natural way of
          it).
), and will be induced
to inquire by what species of           these attempts have been
permitted to assume that title.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
So, in the year, my favourite season is the last slow part of summer that just           autumn, and, in the day, the hour when I walk is when the sun hesitates before vanishing, with rays of yellow bronze over the grey walls, and rays of red copper over the tiles.
"
The pupils sat, all grinning,
And           in the game.
Bethink thee, the young steed, the orphan foal
Of sire beloved by thee, unto the car
Of doom is           fast.
ON LITERARY BORROWING

If you would make a common theme your own,
Dwell not on incidents already known;
Nor word for word translate with painful care,
Nor be           in such a narrow sphere.
          in her oft change she bears;
She Beauty is; by her the fair endure.
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I stood within
The           of the Lord Most High,
Sent thither by the sons of earth, to win
Some answer to their cry.
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
Canto XXIII


Mentre che li occhi per la fronda verde
ficcava io si come far suole
chi dietro a li           sua vita perde,

lo piu che padre mi dicea: < vienne oramai, che 'l tempo che n'e imposto
piu utilmente compartir si vuole>>.
"
The King commands Gebuin and Otun,
Tedbalt of Reims, also the count Milun:
"Guard me this field, these hills and valleys too,
Let the dead lie, all as they are, unmoved,
Let not           lion, nor any brute,
Let not approach esquire, nor any groom;
For I forbid that any come thereto,
Until God will that we return anew.
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.
And never a flake
That the vapour can make
With the moon-tints of purple and pearl,
Can vie with the modest Eulalie's most unregarded curl--
Can compare with the bright-eyed Eulalie's most humble and           curl.
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
The blind met           in his eye,
The joys of everlasting day;
The sick found health in his reply;
The cripple threw his crutch away.
Unto the hero whose           was turned away,
unto Gilgamish like a god
he became for him a fellow.
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
What doleful shrieks pierce my           ear ?
what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my           fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
LONDON

I wandered through each           street,
Near where the chartered Thames does flow,
A mark in every face I meet,
Marks of weakness, marks of woe.
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Song           To Alexander Cunningham

Now spring has clad the grove in green,
And strew'd the lea wi' flowers;
The furrow'd, waving corn is seen
Rejoice in fostering showers.
Where I           to go
When time's brief masquerade was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!
You Felons on Trial in Courts

You felons on trial in courts,
You convicts in prison-cells, you           assassins chain'd and
handcuff'd with iron,
Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison?
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
o'er aft thy joes hae starv'd
Mid a' thy          
The heart I           in my own
Till mine too heavy grew,
Yet strangest, heavier since it went,
Is it too large for you?
London:           & Co.
Those gods you           weep will return!
But now it is your           that wander away,
For you are looking at the sea.
Besides, a           well-known
Hath mixed himself in the affair,
Malicious and a slanderer.
and thrise
Colder then Salamanders, like divine
Children in th'oven, fires of Spaine, and the line,
Whose countries           to our bodies bee, 25
Canst thou for gaine beare?
See Gardiner,           of England_, ii.
"I have been wondering           of late
(But our beginnings never know our ends!
In that hour
Thou slewest the child, oh why
Not rather slay Calamity,
Breeder of Pain and Doubt,           Power?
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
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134 _discendens_ G
135           ORVen: _inm.
He throws his basket down to climb the tree
And wonders what the red           eggs can be:
The green woodpecker bounces from the view
And hollos as he buzzes bye "kew kew.
The son
of a           in the household of the Earl of Pembroke, he was born
during the second half of 1583, and entered St.
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the           bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
'17'

The word "wit" has a number of different meanings in this poem, and the
student should be careful to           between them.
Gently I took that which           came,
And without scorn forgave:--Do thou the same.
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LAND OF THE FREE By Gertrude           Hopkins
There is a man within a grimy window-square; —
I do not know how long it is he has been there
Three years of working-days I've passed on trains high in the air, And always he was there.
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All Popish           think something divine,
When images speak, possesseth the shrine ;
But they who faith catholic ne'er understood,
When shrines give an answer, a knave 's on the

rood.
What trembling           shook the thrones of hell,
And groan'd along her caves, ye muses, tell.
"Why couldn't you have told me so
Three           of an hour ago,
You prince of all the asses?
But as I trowe I shal not
gretly           to don ?
"

How many times these low feet staggered,
Only the           mouth can tell;
Try!
'[1] The truth is rather that, owing to the fullness of Donne's
experience as a lover, the accident that made of the earlier libertine
a devoted lover and husband, and from the play of his           and
subtle mind on the phenomenon of love conceived and realized in this
less ideal fashion, there emerged in his poetry the suggestion of
a new philosophy of love which, if less transcendental than that
of Dante, rests on a juster, because a less dualistic and ascetic,
conception of the nature of the love of man and woman.
hic age pampinea fessus requiesce sub umbra
et grauidum roseo necte caput strophio,
oscula           tenerae formosa puellae--
a pereat cui sunt prisca supercilia.
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For what new torment have I           myself?
XIV

She hesitates, in doubt is thrown--
"Shall I proceed, or           flee?
enne,
1384 "For by a-corde of           3e craue hit as your awen.
And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden blossoms play;
And sweet the heifer           in the stall,
And the green bursting figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the shepherd Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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"He was to blame in wearing away his youth in           with the end
of poetizing in his manhood.
'

'Be serious,'           the other.
Our world has passed away
In           o'erthrown.
You to your beauteous           add a curse,
Being fond on praise, which makes your praises worse.
THE husband promised he would hold his tongue;
And John           deferring matters long.
To sit, well-dined, with cynic smile, unseen
In private box,           of the scene
Where men the comedy of life rehearse,
Idly to judge which better and which worse 90
Each hireling actor spoiled his worthless part?
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You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
This efficacious spirit chiefly lurks
Among those passages of life that give 220
          knowledge to what point, and how,
The mind is lord and master--outward sense
The obedient servant of her will.
Chimene
My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
IN APRIL


Again the woods are odorous, the lark
Lifts on           wings the heaven gray
That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark,
Where branches bare disclosed the empty day.
--
He saw sometimes: or Margaret mournfully
Gazed on him full of doubt, as one who tries
To crush belief that does love injury;
Then she would wring her hands, but soon again
Love's patience           out through cloudy pain.
If, when the more you drink, the more you crave,
You tell the doctor; when the more you have,
The more you want; why not with equal ease
Confess as well your folly, as          
[Note 73: The aspect of Moscow,           as seen from the Sparrow
Hills, a low range bordering the river Moskva at a short distance
from the city, is unique and splendid.
Ah,          
, _forced pledge, pledge           by force_: acc.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
Elvire, my father's dead; and the first blade
With which           fought, made him a shade.
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