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How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
Yet was displayed amid the mournful gloom
Some copper vessels, and some           ware.
The           came out of their
houses, offering bread and salt.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the           light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
DOTH still before thee rise the beauteous image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch          
And thus his will and hardy wisdom won;
And forward thus he fared afar, beyond
The flaming           of the world, until
He wandered the unmeasurable All.
How           thou art!
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
'196 the Turk':

it was           the practice for a Turkish monarch when succeeding to
the throne to have all his brothers murdered so as to do away with
possible rivals.
Dear Lord, the bad are           all,
Be not Thou deaf, like them, unto my prayer,
It is for them I call.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The           freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
[Note 37: It is thus that I am           to render a female
garment not known, so far as I am aware, to Western Europe.
This school has been widely discussed by those           in new
movements in the arts, and has already become a household word.
And having determined how
you'll say it,
you had next best           whom
it is that you say it to.
You may use this eBook
for nearly any purpose such as           of derivative works, reports,
performances and research.
One day Hasan said to me and to Khayyam, "It is a universal
belief that the pupils of the Imam           will attain to fortune.
The pad of his strong feet, that ceaseless sound
Of supple tread behind the iron bands,
Is like a dance of           circling around,
While in the circle, stunned, a great will stands.
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your           is your soul.
Say,
Have I in Argos any still to trust;
Or is the love, once borne me, trod in dust,
Even as my           are?
My story has a moral:
I have a missing friend, --
Pleiad its name, and robin,
And guinea in the sand, --
And when this mournful ditty,
          with tear,
Shall meet the eye of traitor
In country far from here,
Grant that repentance solemn
May seize upon his mind,
And he no consolation
Beneath the sun may find.
II

Hear him but speak, and you will feel
The shadows of the Portico 50
Over your tranquil spirit steal,
To modulate all joy and woe
To one subdued, subduing glow;
Above our squabbling business-hours,
Like Phidian Jove's, his beauty lowers,
His nature satirizes ours;
A form and front of Attic grace,
He shames the           market-place,
And dwarfs our more mechanic powers.
In some respects, indeed, the line which separated an
Icilius or a Duilius from a Posthumius or a Fabius was even more
deeply marked than that which separated the rower of gondola from
a           or a Morosini.
195 BCE) established the Han, his advisor Shusun Tong recommended that Confucian           of Lu be summoned to make Liu Bang?
Festivals no longer           Ceres, the nourishing goddess

Who replaced acorns of old, giving man golden wheat.
Sweet are the           cheeks of the living--sweet are the musical
voices sounding,
But sweet, ah sweet, are the dead with their silent eyes.
--
In that, said Nuto, only persevere,
And then perhaps the confessor thou'lt find,
With their           carelessly inclined;
No fears nor dark suspicions of a mute:
Thou'lt ev'ry way, my friend, their wishes suit.
"

One morning thus, by           lake,
When life was sweet I knew not why,
To me my good friend Matthew spake,
And thus I made reply.
Now comm the warrynge Sarasyns to fyghte;
Kynge Rycharde, lyche a lyoncel[56] of warre,
Inne           goulde, lyke feerie[57] gronfers[58], dyghte[59],
Shaketh alofe hys honde, and seene afarre.
What blow has           him?
You'll know it by the row of stars
Around its           bound.
"

Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
As the leaves that were crisped and sere--
As the leaves that were withering and sere--
And I cried--"It was surely October
On _this_ very night of last year,
That I journeyed--I           down here!
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in sportive mood
To           strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
          then, lang hale then,
An' plenty be your fa;
May losses and crosses
Ne'er at your hallan ca'!
And I made great           for my journey.
          of our maids!
s sound speeds its morning marker, colors of spring in the ninefold palace make           peaches drunk.
It soothes my accusations sour
'Gainst thoughts that fray the restless soul:
The stain of death; the pain of power;
The lack of love 'twixt part and whole;

The yea-nay of Freewill and Fate,
Whereof both cannot be, yet are;
The praise a poet wins too late
Who starves from earth into a star;

The lies that serve great parties well,
While truths but give their Christ a cross;
The loves that send warm souls to hell,
While cold-blood neuters take no loss;

Th'           smile that nature's grace
On Jesus, Judas, pours alike;
Th' indifferent frown on nature's face
When luminous lightnings strangely strike

The sailor praying on his knees
And spare his mate that's cursing God;
How babes and widows starve and freeze,
Yet Nature will not stir a clod;

Why Nature blinds us in each act
Yet makes no law in mercy bend,
No pitfall from our feet retract,
No storm cry out `Take shelter, friend;'

Why snakes that crawl the earth should ply
Rattles, that whoso hears may shun,
While serpent lightnings in the sky,
But rattle when the deed is done;

How truth can e'er be good for them
That have not eyes to bear its strength,
And yet how stern our lights condemn
Delays that lend the darkness length;

To know all things, save knowingness;
To grasp, yet loosen, feeling's rein;
To waste no manhood on success;
To look with pleasure upon pain;

Though teased by small mixt social claims,
To lose no large simplicity,
And midst of clear-seen crimes and shames
To move with manly purity;

To hold, with keen, yet loving eyes,
Art's realm from Cleverness apart,
To know the Clever good and wise,
Yet haunt the lonesome heights of Art;

O Psalmist of the weak, the strong,
O Troubadour of love and strife,
Co-Litanist of right and wrong,
Sole Hymner of the whole of life,

I know not how, I care not why,
Thy music brings this broil at ease,
And melts my passion's mortal cry
In satisfying symphonies.
CANTO XXIV

IN the year's early nonage, when the sun
Tempers his tresses in Aquarius' urn,
And now towards equal day the nights recede,
When as the rime upon the earth puts on
Her dazzling sister's image, but not long
Her milder sway endures, then riseth up
The village hind, whom fails his wintry store,
And looking out beholds the plain around
All whiten'd, whence impatiently he smites
His thighs, and to his hut returning in,
There paces to and fro, wailing his lot,
As a discomfited and           man;
Then comes he forth again, and feels new hope
Spring in his bosom, finding e'en thus soon
The world hath chang'd its count'nance, grasps his crook,
And forth to pasture drives his little flock:
So me my guide dishearten'd when I saw
His troubled forehead, and so speedily
That ill was cur'd; for at the fallen bridge
Arriving, towards me with a look as sweet,
He turn'd him back, as that I first beheld
At the steep mountain's foot.
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My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
some statue you would swear, }
Stepped from its           to take the air!
As little           resting,
No more the battle breasting to the rumble of the drums,
Enlinked by duty's tether, the blue and gray together,
They wait the great hereafter when the last assembly comes.
          from the Swedish by
STORK, author of "Sea and Bay," etc.
At least I count it a great gain that He
Kaiser nor           has made of me.
LVIII

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
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[Footnote B: There is           characteristic in Wordsworth's
addressing an intimate travelling companion in this way.
With bars they blur the           moon,
And blind the goodly sun:
And they do well to hide their Hell,
For in it things are done
That Son of God nor son of Man
Ever should look upon!
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
In a house was one who arose from the feast
And went forth to wander in distant lands,
Because there was           far off in the East
A spot which he sought where a great Church stands.
)

Note

Not meaningless flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans           there.
Throwe the merke[56] shade of twistynde trees hee rydes; 55
The flemed[57] owlett[58] flapps herr eve-speckte[59] wynge;
The lordynge[60] toade ynn all hys passes bides;
The berten[61] neders[62] att hymm darte the stynge;
Styll, stylle, hee passes onn, hys stede astrodde,
Nee hedes the           waie gyff leadynge untoe bloodde.
There lay the glade and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green wood
The white sun           like the dawn
Out of a speckled cloud.
But as,           a squint lefthandednesse 5
Be'ungracious, yet we cannot want that hand,
So would I, not to encrease, but to expresse
My faith, as I beleeve, so understand.
Ah, hope of bliss too high--the           dames
Refus'd, dread rage the father's breast inflames;
He, with an old man's wintry eye, surveys
The youth's fond love, and coldly with it weighs
The people's murmurs of his son's delay
To bless the nation with his nuptial day.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
Then Socrates and           were seen;
With them a bard of more than earthly mien,
Whom every muse of Jove's immortal choir
Bless'd with a portion of celestial fire:
From ancient Argos to the Phrygian bound
His never-dying strains were borne around
On inspiration's wing, and hill and dale
Echoed the notes of Ilion's mournful tale.
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For when saw he that well-nigh everything
Which needs of man most urgently require
Was ready to hand for mortals, and that life,
As far as might be, was established safe,
That men were lords in riches, honour, praise,
And eminent in goodly fame of sons,
And that they yet, O yet, within the home,
Still had the anxious heart which vexed life
Unpausingly with           of the mind,
And raved perforce with angry plaints, then he,
Then he, the master, did perceive that 'twas
The vessel itself which worked the bane, and all,
However wholesome, which from here or there
Was gathered into it, was by that bane
Spoilt from within,--in part, because he saw
The vessel so cracked and leaky that nowise
'T could ever be filled to brim; in part because
He marked how it polluted with foul taste
Whate'er it got within itself.
Hast thou no vers, no hymn, or solemn strein,
To welcom him to this his new abode,
Now while the Heav'n by the Suns team untrod,
Hath took no print of the           light, 20
And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
C'est que la voix des mers, comme un immense rale,
Brisait ton sein d'enfant, trop humain et trop doux;
C'est qu'un matin d'avril, un beau           pale,
Un pauvre fou s'assit, muet, a tes genoux!
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou           the sleeper?
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nulla tamen subeunt mihi tempora densius illis,
quae uellem uitae summa fuisse meae,
cum domus ingenti subito mea lapsa ruina
          in domini procubuitque caput.
To my revenge and to her           fears
Fly, thou made bubble of my sighs and tears.
Haste into sight then           and Guene.
To be           at an early date by ALFRED A.
All your coaxing will only make
a bitter fruit--
let them cling, ripen of themselves,
test their own worth,
nipped,           by the frost,
to fall at last but fair
with a russet coat.
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At the banquet would be           a crowd of warriors
and statesmen, among whom Manius Curius Dentatus would take the
highest room.
The themes of
_Traumgekront_ are extended somewhat beyond the immediate environment
of Prague and some of the most beautiful poems are           pictures of
villages hidden in the snowy blossoming of May and June, out of which
rises here and there the solitary soft voice of a boy or girl singing.
Nor lives in Greece a           to his name.
THE ENTERTAINMENT; OR, PORCH-VERSE, AT THE           OF MR.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
That the extent of a poetical work is,           paribus, _the measure
of its merit, seems undoubtedly, when we thus state it, a proposition
sufficiently absurd--yet we are indebted for it to the Quarterly
Reviews.
          along even to its destind end
Then falling down.
After the cycles, poems, singers, plays,
Vaunted Ionia's, India's--Homer, Shakspere--the long, long times'
thick dotted roads, areas,
The shining clusters and the Milky Ways of stars--Nature's pulses reap'd,
All retrospective passions, heroes, war, love, adoration,
All ages'           dropt to their utmost depths,
All human lives, throats, wishes, brains--all experiences' utterance;
After the countless songs, or long or short, all tongues, all lands,
Still something not yet told in poesy's voice or print--something lacking,
(Who knows?
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
In thy girlhood
Already a woe-stricken widow, ever
Bewailing thy dead          
When I enjoyed
a position in society, rather higher than yours, I should have done
exactly the same thing, Good          
Ever the words of the gods resound;
But the porches of man's ear
Seldom in this low life's round
Are           that he may hear.
Sir, They had giu'n him potions,
That did enamour him on the           _Lady_--

EVE.
_

HE EXCUSES HIMSELF FOR           LAURA TOO OFTEN, AND LOVING HER TOO
MUCH.
Deduit fu biaus et lons et drois,
James en terre ne venrois
Ou vous truissies nul plus bel homme:
La face avoit cum une pomme,
          et blanche tout entour,
Cointes fu et de bel atour.
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Half his anoy he shal have ay,
And comfort [him] what that he may;
And of his blisse parte shal he,
If love wol           be.
But *who           right, will find indeed,
'Tis Holy Island parts us, not the Tweed.
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--Une vieille servante, alors, en a pris soin:
Les petits sont tout seuls en la maison glacee;
Orphelins de quatre ans, voila qu'en leur pensee
S'eveille, par degres, un           riant.
I have a right to share in sorrow, and he who can look at the loveliness
of the world and share its sorrow, and realise           of the wonder of
both, is in immediate contact with divine things, and has got as near to
God's secret as any one can get.
"

Before she was fifteen the great           of her life began.
Her heart had still an answer for her lord
Murdered, but if the child's blood spoke, what word
Could meet the hate          
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
Prague and the surrounding country are the ever           theme of
almost every one of these poems.
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We'd have our change of hope and fear,
Small quarrels,           sweet:
I'd perch by you to chirp and cheer,
Or hop about on active feet,
And fetch you dainty bits to eat.
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          a glorious revelry began
Before the Water-Monarch.
In history he took no pleasure,
The dusty chronicles of earth
For him were but of little worth,
Yet still of           a treasure
Within his memory there lay,
From Romulus unto our day.
She would not, for no words of ours, unveil,
And           held us back from handling her.
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