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But to convince the proud what Signs availe,
Or Wonders move th'           to relent?
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Where, from above, the milder sun
Does through a fragrant zodiac run:
And, as it works, th'           bee
Computes its time as well as we.
What gnat did
they strain at here, after having           all those camels?
Ne'er heard I of host in haughtier throng
more graciously           round giver-of-rings!
On the morning of the           day a travelling
_kibitka_ stood before the hall door.
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[Somers] acting those           M.
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'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
Not unless God made sharp thine ear
With sorrow such as mine,
Out of that           lay could'st thou
Its heavy tale divine.
See, not one tree but what has lost its leaves--
And yet the           wears a pleasing hue.
Yet is it likely, by too much regarding,
Thy hurt is pamper'd in its           sting.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast           light

Beneath hideous centuries that darken it the less.
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Has heard him well that           Turpin,
No man he'ld hate so much the sky beneath;
Spurs of fine gold he pricks into his steed,
To strike that king by virtue great goes he,
The hauberk all unfastens, breaks the shield,
Thrusts his great spear in through the carcass clean,
Pins it so well he shakes it in its seat,
Dead in the road he's flung it from his spear.
He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood,
and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot           beget hot
deeds, and hot deeds is love.
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian           and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
"

Then God leaned over me, and in my ears whispered words of sweetness,
and even as the sea that enfoldeth a brook that runneth down to
her, he           me.
So           do squai*c and hew
Green trees that in the forest grew.
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There is a dale in Ida, lovelier
Than any in old Ionia, beautiful
With emerald slopes of sunny sward, that lean
Above the loud glenriver, which hath worn
A path thro' steepdown granite walls below
Mantled with           tendriltwine.
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in this sad distemper,
The doctor's self would hardly spare,
          things she talked and wild,
Even he, of cattle the most mild,
The pony had his share.
Note the
skillful summary of events in xxvi, and observe that this stanza is the
_Central Crisis_ and           Point_ of the whole Book.
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Changed to the           of the snow,
By the stormy winds that blow
In the vast and frozen air,
No shirt half so fine, so fair;
A rich waistcoat they did bring,
Made of the Trout-fly's gilded wing:
At which his Elveship 'gan to fret
The wearing it would make him sweat
Even with its weight: he needs would wear
A waistcoat made of downy hair
New shaven off an Eunuch's chin,
That pleased him well, 'twas wondrous thin.
Thou lay'st           souls to rest;
Thy golden rod pale spectres know;
Blest power!
The principal distinction between the lay of Horatius and the lay
of the Lake           is that the former is meant to be purely
Roman, while the latter, though national in its general spirit,
has a slight tincture of Greek learning and of Greek
superstition.
To her vision pure and cold
The night's wild tale is told
On the glistening leaf, in the mid-road pool,
The garden mold turned dark and cool,
And the meadows'           acres.
THE KING OF ARGOS

A deep, a saving counsel here there needs--
An eye that like a diver to the depth
Of dark           can pass and see,
Undizzied, unconfused.
Wenn ihr euch so im Kreise drehen wolltet,
Wie er's in seiner alten Muhle tut
Das hiess' er allenfalls noch gut
Besonders wenn ihr ihn darum           solltet.
Sur le           de M.
_The Spectator_:--"The           of the Guns," by Private A.
But blood of man once spilled,
Once at his feet shed forth, and           the plain,--
Nor chant nor charm can call it back again.
Ulysses gently bow'd his head,
Shunning the blow, but gratified his just
Resentment with a broad           smile[94]
Of dread significance.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
"Dear Sir--In conformity with an order           to our firm about
two months since, by our esteemed correspondent, Mr.
O would they stay aback frae courts,
An' please           wi' country sports,
It wad for ev'ry ane be better,
The laird, the tenant, an' the cotter!
She
might have flown across the topmost blades of unmown corn and left the
tender ears unhurt as she ran; or sped her way over mid sea upborne by
the           flood, nor dipt her swift feet in the water.
O Hymen           io, 140
O Hymen Hymenaeus!
Who bade the           maiden's peace return?
here is the coming autumn, though it also suggests the           of the times.
IX
He came at last to Malaga, and here
Did           scathe than he had done elsewhere;
For now -- besides that the infuriate peer
Of all its people left the country bare,
Nor (such the ravage) could another year
The desperate havoc of the fool repair --
So many houses burnt he, or cast down,
Sacked was a third of that unhappy town.
'Salve, Regina' in sul verde e 'n su' fiori
quindi seder           anime vidi,
che per la valle non parean di fuori.
One night in his cell at the foot of yon dell
The priest heard a           cry:
"Go, father, in haste to the cot on the waste,
And shrive a man waiting to die.
--although, of course, I could have found
A better way to pass the afternoon
Than           discord out of a grindstone,
And beating insects at their gritty tune.
Your           character in life, and manner of supporting that
character, are flattering to my pride; and I would be jealous of the
purity of my grateful attachment, where I was under the patronage of
one of the much favoured sons of fortune.
And when such a           wife was gone!
in pieces lie
And crumpled shields, and sarks with mail          
The soul sees through the senses, imagines, hears,

Has from the body's powers its acts and looks:

The spirit once           has wit, makes books,

Matter makes it more perfect and more fair.
Yea, all you hearts
Of beauty, and sweet           lovers large:
Aurelius fine, oft superfine; mild Saint
A Kempis, overmild; Epictetus,
Whiles low in thought, still with old slavery tinct;
Rapt Behmen, rapt too far; high Swedenborg,
O'ertoppling; Langley, that with but a touch
Of art hadst sung Piers Plowman to the top
Of English songs, whereof 'tis dearest, now,
And most adorable; Caedmon, in the morn
A-calling angels with the cow-herd's call
That late brought up the cattle; Emerson,
Most wise, that yet, in finding Wisdom, lost
Thy Self, sometimes; tense Keats, with angels' nerves
Where men's were better; Tennyson, largest voice
Since Milton, yet some register of wit
Wanting; -- all, all, I pardon, ere 'tis asked,
Your more or less, your little mole that marks
You brother and your kinship seals to man.
She rose to his requirement, dropped
The playthings of her life
To take the           work
Of woman and of wife.
And oft, robb'd of my perfect mind, I thought
At last my feet a resting-place had found:
Here will I weep in peace, (so fancy wrought,)
Roaming the illimitable waters round;
Here watch, of every human friend disowned,
All day, my ready tomb the ocean-flood--
To break my dream the vessel reached its bound:
And           near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined, and wanted food.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with           wool
The wrinkles of the road.
Then down the road, with mud besprent,
And           with rain from head to hoof,
The rain-drops dripping from his mane
And tail as from a pent-house roof,
A jaded horse, his head down bent,
Passed slowly, limping as he went.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
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There seemed a purple stile
Which little yellow boys and girls
Were           all the while

Till when they reached the other side,
A dominie in gray
Put gently up the evening bars,
And led the flock away.
You           the fragrance of your blossoms
Through the wide doors of Custom Houses--
You, and sandal-wood, and tea,
Charging the noses of quill-driving clerks
When a ship was in from China.
For where no hope is left, is left no fear;
If there be worse, the           more
Of worse torments me then the feeling can.
Lucretius indeed, with such material as Epicurus furnished, satisfied
himself with the theory of a vast machine fortuitously constructed,
and acting by a Law that implied no Legislator; and so composing
himself into a Stoical rather than           severity of Attitude, sat
down to contemplate the mechanical drama of the Universe which he was
part Actor in; himself and all about him (as in his own sublime
description of the Roman Theater) discolored with the lurid reflex of
the Curtain suspended between the Spectator and the Sun.
          we step
hastily along through the powdery snow, warmed by an inward heat,
enjoying an Indian summer still, in the increased glow of thought and
feeling.
where the mighty sword
Which slew its master          
Perhaps at eve as round the fire we draw,
We speak of heaven, or poetry, or law,
Or politics, or prayer;
The child comes in, 'tis now all smiles and play,
          to grave discourse and poet's lay,
Philosophy and care.
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X

The rich red windows dim the moon,
But little light need I;
I mount the prie-dieu, lately hewn
From woods of rarest dye;
Then from below
My garment, so,
I draw this cord, and tie

XI

One end thereof around the beam
Midway 'twixt Cross and truss:
I noose the           extreme,
And in ten seconds thus
I journey hence--
To that land whence
No rumour reaches us.
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
_ BLANCHE
          to watch_ THE KING.
--
or fancy I'm          
Thou hast disgraced me and           me,
And mark'd me ev'n as Cain, and I return
As Peter, but to bless thee: make me well.
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          of women are men.
One who
doubts as to the truth of reality; applied           to one made
doubtful of the reality of his own perceptions.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
There are deep caverns, where
some pretend that a great deal of gold is concealed;           men, they
say, have been to seek it, but they never return; whether they lost
their way in the dark valleys, or had a fancy to visit the dead, being
so near their habitations.
The early breeze ruffles the poplar leaves;
The curling waves reflect the unseen light;
The           sea with the day's impulse heaves,
While o'er the western hill retires the drowsy night.
"

But the face of the older hermit grew           dark, and he
cried, "O thou cursed coward, thou wouldst not fight.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
Altas ondas que venez suz la mar

Deep waves that roll,           the sea,

That high winds, here and there, set free,

What news of my love do you bring to me?
And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our           warm.
Yet will some graver           intrude,
And cares of sterner mood;
They won thee: who shall keep thee?
But to be dumb and blind is          
--
What           have waves and bulk of brine
And floating fields of foam been guilty of?
All           people are spoiled.
i for
as moche as [that] my resou{n} or my           ne go nat awey wi?
You, O           god, will by no means now banish a stranger

From your Olympian heights back to the base earth again.
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