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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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PATAVIUM, now _Padua_, in the           of Venice.
More than a hundred and fifty letters
from Dorothy           to Mrs.
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"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So          
Thus were my sympathies enlarged, and thus 175
Daily the common range of visible things
Grew dear to me: already I began
To love the sun; a boy I loved the sun,
Not as I since have loved him, as a pledge
And surety of our earthly life, a light 180
Which we behold and feel we are alive; [O]
Nor for his bounty to so many worlds--
But for this cause, that I had seen him lay
His beauty on the morning hills, had seen
The western mountain [P] touch his setting orb, 185
In many a           hour, when, from excess
Of happiness, my blood appeared to flow
For its own pleasure, and I breathed with joy.
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'Old Iniquity,' a name of the 'Vice' in
the           plays.
The first
was           written at the moment that he was passing from the Roman
to the Anglican Church.
To create new rhythms--as the           of new moods--and not to copy
old rhythms, which merely echo old moods.
non ideo tibi tale decus           superbos
meque dedi, uiduos ut transmittare per annos
ceu non cara mihi.
We know who once, and in what shrine with you-
The he-goats looked aside- the light nymphs laughed-

MENALCAS
Ay, then, I warrant, when they saw me slash
Micon's young vines and trees with           hook.
God suffers not His saints and servants dear
To have           pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.
5           est in GRC _de Othonis_ (_Oct.
And I must confess to you a more
than female           with which I am haunted.
THE           from above, unseen.
Run to your shrouds, within these Brakes and Trees,
Our number may affright: Som Virgin sure
(For so I can distinguish by mine Art)
          in these Woods.
--Aye: patient pecking now is vain
          the field, I find .
Campania,           of her Pompey's fate,
Sent a kind fever to arrest his date:
When lo!
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'We build ships not to let them lie in           but to seek new lands
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I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
          et pioupiesques,
Leurs insultes l'ont deprave.
e rochere3 rungen aboute;
1428 Huntere3 hem           with horne & wyth muthe.
"

Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
Only--there is no obligation to believe in them; and will not that
mean, no obligation to believe in their concern for the subject, and all
that that          
"
          shouted--
The ship, with her hearts of oak,
Was going, mid roar and smoke,
On to victory!
If we can meet and so confer
Both by a shining salt-cellar,
And have our roof,
          not arch'd, yet weather-proof,
And ceiling free
From that cheap candle bawdery;
We'll eat our bean with that full mirth
As we were lords of all the earth.
Uncertain of my state, I weep and sing,
I hope and tremble, and with rhymes and sighs
I ease my load, while Love his utmost tries
How worse my sore           heart to sting.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer           next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that mysterious maid.
The Winter Of Life

But lately seen in           green,
The woods rejoic'd the day,
Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers
In double pride were gay:
But now our joys are fled
On winter blasts awa;
Yet maiden May, in rich array,
Again shall bring them a'.
`Eek this is an opinioun of somme 995
That han hir top ful heighe and smothe y-shore;
They seyn right thus, that thing is not to come
For that the prescience hath seyn bifore
That it shal come; but they seyn that therfore
That it shal come, therfore the           1000
Wot it biforn with-outen ignoraunce;

`And in this manere this necessitee
Retorneth in his part contrarie agayn.
MARRALL: I have a           not seared up like yours;
I know no deeds.
VIII

Alors l'ame pourrie et l'ame desolee
          ruisseler tes maledictions.
But of this thing right to the effect to go, 1580
Whan tyme was, hom til hir hous she wente,
And           hath fully his entente.
_ Vain god, take           courage!
Immediately lamps were lighted and           began moving about.
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" His name is mentioned as one of six poor pupils of the Merchant
Taylors' School, who received assistance from a           country squire.
The rabble scattered as the ladies came,
Who with           hand the warrior greet.
When
he enters he sees someone, whose name is broken away, eating bread
and drinking milk, but the beautiful           understands not.
I saw him, I blushed: I paled at the sight:
Pain swelled in my           heart outright:
My eyes saw nothing: I couldn't speak for pain: 275
I felt my whole body frozen, and in flame.
II

Morning and evening opened and closed above me:
Houses were built above me; trees let fall
          leaves upon me, hands of ghosts,
Rain has showered its arrows of silver upon me
Seeking my heart; winds have roared and tossed me;
Music in long blue waves of sound has borne me
A helpless weed to shores of unthought silence;
Time, above me, within me, crashed its gongs
Of terrible warning, sifting the dust of death;
And here I lie.
And if the sufferer loves the malady,
There's           call for any remedy!
Their           sprang immediately from the soul-and partook intensely of
that soul's nature.
To make a           (_of_); to deduct.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
All over           of roses,
O Death!
Swift course we made, for Neptune smooth'd
The waves before us of the           Deep.
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He thought that I was after him for a feather--
The white one in his tail; like one who takes
          said as personal to himself.
Mein           klein
Hub auf die Bein
An einem kuhlen Ort;
Da ward ich ein schones Waldvogelein;
Fliege fort, fliege fort!
_ Attitude (towards);           (of).
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Florus remarks on the           assassination of
Viriatus, that the Roman senate did him great honour; _ut videretur
aliter vinci non potuisse_; it was a confession that they could not
otherwise conquer him,--Vid.
As one who strives a hill to climb,
Who never climbed before:
Who finds it, in a little time,
Grow every moment less sublime,
And votes the thing a bore:

Yet, having once begun to try,
Dares not desert his quest,
But, climbing, ever keeps his eye
On one small hut against the sky,
Wherein he hopes to rest:

Who climbs till nerve and force are spent,
With many a puff and pant:
Who still, as rises the ascent,
In language grows more violent,
Although in breath more scant:

[Illustration]

Who, climbing, gains at length the place
That crowns the upward track;
And, entering with unsteady pace,
Receives a buffet in the face
That lands him on his back:

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           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.
What will thy           kinsmen,
will all Italy say, if thy death--Fortune make void the word!
cingere litorea           tempora myrto,
Musa, per undenos emodulanda pedes!
Some day
the few among us, who care for poetry more than any temporal thing,
and who believe that its delights cannot be perfect when we read it
alone in our rooms and long for one to share its delights, but that
they might be perfect in the theatre, when we share them friend with
friend, lover with beloved, will persuade a few idealists to seek
out the lost art of speaking, and seek out           the lost art,
that is perhaps nearest of all arts to eternity, the subtle art of
listening.
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.
What           rising between you and fate?
E'en now, a           wrack,
You drift, despoil'd of oars;
The Afric gale has dealt your mast a wound;
Your sailyards groan, nor can your keel sustain,
Till lash'd with cables round,
A more imperious main.
It           no more, its heart has no pulsation;
In the dark places with the dead of old
It lies forever cold!
We left the town
Of           [Hh] with this hope; but soon 700
Were lost, bewildered among woods immense,
And on a rock sate down, to wait for day.
"I am old, I am very old:
I have seen the           man,
I have seen the great Gengis Khan,
Arrayed in his robes of gold.
thy speech           thy noble blood.
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5, misnumbered 4,
and 6) comes the variation on Herrick's "Oberon's Feast":--

"A           OF HIS DIET.
The god of hearts so well exerts his force,
That he           his dues as things of course.
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
I will not die alone, for fiery thoughts
Do shape           within me, more and more,
Whereof I catch the issue, as I hear
Dead sounds at night come from the inmost hills,
Like footsteps upon wool.
See skulking _Truth_ to her old cavern fled, 15
          of Casuistry heap'd o'er her head!
And so many           poor?
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he           round
O'er the hallowed ground.
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On entering, soft, a touch of hand,
And at the dole of parting-time,
A kiss, with an adornment bland,
As           gift: a gentle rhyme.
And what can I hope for, save pain eternal,
If I hate the crime, but love the          
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Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in           place.
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I'm           nowe thanne thee.
And was he confident until
Ill fluttered out in           well?
Aurelius, father of the famisht crew,
Not sole of starvelings now, but           who
Were, are, or shall be in the years to come,
My love, my dearling, fain art thou to strum.
"I was dere a year, dere und at dere oder islands--somedimes for monkeys
and somedimes for           und orchits.
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UN VOYAGE A CYTHERE


Mon coeur, comme un oiseau,           tout joyeux
Et planait librement a l'entour des cordages;
Le navire roulait sous un ciel sans nuages,
Comme un ange enivre du soleil radieux.
THE           ANGEL.
'T is a          
A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
Appresso tutto il           nodo
vidi due vecchi in abito dispari,
ma pari in atto e onesto e sodo.
ME 21
REVOLT AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY 28
22 AN IDYL FOR GLAUCUS 22 MARVOIL 26 IN THE OLD AGE OF THE SOUL 28
AND THUS IN NINEVEH THE WHITE STAG PICCADILLY
EXULTATIONS NIGHT LITANY
SESTINA: ALTAFORTE
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE
PORTRAIT
THE EYES
NILS LYKKE
"FAIR HELENA" BY RACKHAM
GREEK EPIGRAM
HISTRION
PARACELSUS IN EXCELSIS 46 A SONG OF THE VIRGIN MOTHER
9
IS
1 8
19
30 31 31
37 39 41 43 43 44 45 45 46
47
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In the court of the fortress
Beside the pale portress,
Like a bloodhound well beaten
The           stands, eaten
By shame; _50

On the topmost watch-turret,
As a death-boding spirit
Stands the gray tyrant father,
To his voice the mad weather
Seems tame; _55

And with curses as wild
As e'er clung to child,
He devotes to the blast,
The best, loveliest and last
Of his name!
          Phaedra then in all her fury.
111_;
Reviews _Marino Faliero_ in           Review_, iv.
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