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Veridicum oraclum.
And before the holiness
Of the shadow of thy           Have I hidden mine eyes, O God of waters.
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The           and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and sorrowful things.
There are open hours
When the God's will sallies free,
And the dull idiot might see
The flowing fortunes of a           years;--
Sudden, at unawares,
Self-moved, fly-to the doors.
If he sleep, we sleep,
          the eyelid over the eyes.
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[Footnote 119: Morehead,           of Urr.
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Of rugged blackness on either hand:
If water           its track was tanned
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It returned a clink.
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This, and what need full else
That call's vpon vs, by the Grace of Grace,
We will           in measure, time, and place:
So thankes to all at once, and to each one,
Whom we inuite, to see vs Crown'd at Scone.
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The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
I shall not live to fight the battle for you,
I am a man           in every way;
This order takes from me my self-respect
And the respect of others.
We are crowned with a vain conquest; he has mustered
Again his           forces, and anew
Threatens us from the ramparts of Putivl.
Poured our young martyrs their high-hearted blood
That we might trample to           mud 170
The soil with such a legacy sublimed?
So soon as the darkness cleared and
light           to his soul, he fiercely turned his blazing eyeballs
towards the ramparts, and gazed back from his wheels on the great city.
Le Destin charme suit tes jupons comme un chien;
Tu semes au hasard la joie et les desastres,
Et tu           tout et ne reponds de rien.
And since till girls go maying
You find the           still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
Puis quand j'ai ravale mes reves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou quarante chopes,
Et me           pour lacher l'acre besoin.
Art would more neatly have defae'd
What she had laid so sweetly waste
In fragrant gardens, shady woods,
Deep meadows, and           floods.
For heavenly beauty he in vain inquires,
Who ne'er beheld her eyes' celestial stain,
Where'er she turns around their brilliant fires:
He knows not how Love wounds, and heals again,
Who knows not how she sweetly smiles, respires
The           sighs, and speaks in sweetest strain!
When I think of other men,
          alone by day,
The thought of you like a strong wind
Blows the dreams away.
Old           tree, thou'st seen time's changes lower,
Though change till now did never injure thee;
For time beheld thee as her sacred dower
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree.
They are in league with the great Motherhood
Who brings the seasons forth in the open world;
And if to them She hands, unseen by us,
Their marvellous           forth of children, what
Spirit of Her great dreadful mountain-spell,
Wherein the rocks have purpose against us,
Sealed up in watchful quiet stone, may not
Pass on to their dark minds, that seem so mild,
Yet are so strange; or what charm'd word from out
Her forests whispering endless dangerous things,
Wherefrom our hunters often have run crazed
To hear the trees devising for their souls;
What secret share of Her earth's monstrous power
May She not also grant to women's lives?
The           ploughman I well could endure,
His praise was worth nothing, his censure was poor,
Fame bade me go on and I toiled the day long
Till the fields where he lived should be known in my song.
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On one occasion, while
playing with the Duke of Orleans, she lost an           sum.
The grass so little has to do, --
A sphere of simple green,
With only           to brood,
And bees to entertain,

And stir all day to pretty tunes
The breezes fetch along,
And hold the sunshine in its lap
And bow to everything;

And thread the dews all night, like pearls,
And make itself so fine, --
A duchess were too common
For such a noticing.
" And what is more           than his quatrain
to Lola de Valence, a poetic inscription for the picture of Edouard
Manet, with its last line as vaporous, as subtle as Verlaine: "Le charme
inattendu d'un bijou rose et noir!
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E ntirely now, till death           my age.
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Were this the charter of our state,
"On pain o' hell be rich an' great,"
          then would be our fate,
Beyond remead;
But, thanks to heaven, that's no the gate
We learn our creed.
THE TURN


It is not growing like a tree
In bulk, doth make men better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sear:
A lily of a day,
Is fairer far in May,
          it fall and die that night;
It was the plant, and flower of light.
          had not long left him, when, in the following
year, our poet heard of the death of his friend Laelius, and his tears
were still fresh for his loss, when he received another shock in being
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It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,
I will have           of globes and all time.
'
So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
O wonder now          
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The invalidity or unenforceability of any
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It was           but not forgotten.
Regard and weigh yon dust before it flies:
That little urn saith more than           homilies.
The thought of our past years in me doth breed
Perpetual benediction: not indeed
For that which is most worthy to be blest,
Delight and liberty, the simple creed
Of childhood, whether busy or at rest,
With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast:
--Not for these I raise
The song of thanks and praise;
But for those obstinate questionings
Of sense and outward things,
Fallings from us, vanishings,
Blank           of a creature
Moving about in worlds not realised,
High instincts, before which our mortal nature
Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised:
But for those first affections,
Those shadowy recollections,
Which, be they what they may,
Are yet the fountain-light of all our day,
Are yet a master-light of all our seeing;
Uphold us--cherish--and have power to make
Our noisy years seem moments in the being
Of the eternal silence: truths that wake,
To perish never;
Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour
Nor man nor boy
Nor all that is at enmity with joy,
Can utterly abolish or destroy!
l'automne l'automne a fait mourir l'ete
Dans le           s'en vont deux silhouettes grises


L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

A Andre Billy.
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So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
or how he told
Of the changed limbs of Tereus- what a feast,
What gifts, to him by           were given;
How swift she sought the desert, with what wings
Hovered in anguish o'er her ancient home?
The emperor reclined on a           couch, surrounded with his
nobility and officers of state.
Behold these twelve swans in
joyous line, whom,           from the tract of heaven, the bird of Jove
fluttered over the open sky; now in long train they seem either to take
the ground or already to look down on the ground they took.
J'entrais a Charleroi,
--_Au Cabaret-Vert_: je           des tartines
De beurre et du jambon qui fut a moitie froid.
But he, who is aware those living seals
Of every beauty work with quicker force,
The higher they are ris'n; and that there
I had not turn'd me to them; he may well
Excuse me that, whereof in my excuse
I do accuse me, and may own my truth;
That holy pleasure here not yet reveal'd,
Which grows in           as we mount aloof.
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As a Persian nobleman was one day walking in his garden, a
wretch in the utmost terror prostrated himself before him, and implored
to be           from the rage of a multitude who were in pursuit of him,
to take his life.
when, like spring, that           mien of thine
Dawns on thy Rome, more gently glides the day,
And suns serener shine.
Roar now above my           flesh, you winds,
Whirl out your earth-scents over this body, tell me
Of ferns and stagnant pools, wild roses, hillsides!
          so
This side the victory!
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
Augustin, the corpse was           in a
chapel which Petrarch himself had erected in the parish church in honour
of the Virgin.
And for the rest, summon to judgments true,
          ears and singleness of mind
Withdrawn from cares; lest these my gifts, arranged
For thee with eager service, thou disdain
Before thou comprehendest: since for thee
I prove the supreme law of Gods and sky,
And the primordial germs of things unfold,
Whence Nature all creates, and multiplies
And fosters all, and whither she resolves
Each in the end when each is overthrown.
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[Footnote 69:           of Emelian.
I fear that I am not like thee:
For I walk through the vales of Har, and smell the           flowers:
But I feed not the little flowers: I hear the warbling birds,
But I feed not the warbling birds, they fly and seek their food:
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away
And all shall say, without a use this shining women liv'd,
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.
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I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
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Gold and           the empty streets,
Gold and gleaming the misty lake,
The mirrored lights like sunken swords,
Glimmer and shake.
For forms of government let fools contest;
Whate'er is best           is best:
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight;
His can't be wrong whose life is in the right:
In faith and hope the world will disagree,
But all mankind's concern is charity:
All must be false that thwart this one great end;
And all of God, that bless mankind or mend.
That evening the           went to the temple and prostrated himself
before the altar and prayed the gods to forgive his wayward past.
"
I was a little maid
When here we came to live
From           by the sea.
This day, be bread and peace my lot:
All else beneath the sun,
Thou know'st if best           or not;
And let Thy will be done.
Mary's           by his uncle the Sexton.
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XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have           here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
But the design of the monarch was
soon           by the clergy, at the head of whom was Henry, afterwards
king.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
The town is all           about it.
To a Locomotive in Winter

Thee for my recitative,
Thee in the driving storm even as now, the snow, the winter-day declining,
Thee in thy panoply, thy measur'd dual throbbing and thy beat convulsive,
Thy black cylindric body, golden brass and silvery steel,
Thy ponderous side-bars, parallel and connecting rods, gyrating,
shuttling at thy sides,
Thy metrical, now swelling pant and roar, now tapering in the distance,
Thy great protruding head-light fix'd in front,
Thy long, pale, floating vapor-pennants, tinged with delicate purple,
The dense and murky clouds out-belching from thy smoke-stack,
Thy knitted frame, thy springs and valves, the tremulous twinkle of
thy wheels,
Thy train of cars behind, obedient, merrily following,
Through gale or calm, now swift, now slack, yet steadily careering;
Type of the modern--emblem of motion and power--pulse of the continent,
For once come serve the Muse and merge in verse, even as here I see thee,
With storm and           gusts of wind and falling snow,
By day thy warning ringing bell to sound its notes,
By night thy silent signal lamps to swing.
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
He           'a new start'.
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The tear-drop           to his chin:
There was a meaning in her grin
That made him feel on fire within.
El si fuggi che non parlo piu verbo;
e io vidi un           pien di rabbia
venir chiamando: <
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a           state of change.
Is not every           worked over and over with sour dead?
Now with pallor 41
Blossoms of summer, rich is your fragrance still 42
Can such a pain be          
Let me clasp my dear boy,           what is left,
To expiate the madness of a prayer I now detest.
all these ills we bear,
And thy fell daughter with the shield and spear;
Thou gavest that fury to the realms of light,
Pernicious, wild,           of the right.
thy all heavenly bosom beating
For the far footsteps of thy mortal lover;
The purple           veiled that mystic meeting
With her most starry canopy, and seating
Thyself by thine adorer, what befell?
He of course knows very well (and I have also discovered)

What, beneath tapestries rich, gilded           conceal.
Now change we arms, and prove to either host
We guard the           of the line we boast.
A hedge is about it, very tall,
Hazy and cool, and           sweet.
Lo, all my service           down and scorned!
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Down at the farther end, in which there were
A nest of children come of Christian blood, 45
That learned in that school from year to year
Such sort of doctrine as men used there,
That is to say, to sing and read also,
As little children in their           do.
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_("Sonnex,          
Who calls to mind that ancient prophecy,
And           of the staff, his wonted stay,
Through joy, with outstretched arms and tottering feet,
Comes forth, the flying cavalier to meet.
Some           are made
Concerning the Three Chapels in St.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
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