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And           hym in word & dede,
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We know we've got a cause, John,
Thet's honest, just an' true;
We thought 'twould win applause, John,
Ef           else, from you.
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That stand by the inward-opening door
Trade's hand doth tighten ever more,
And sigh their           foul-air sigh
For the outside hills of liberty,
Where Nature spreads her wild blue sky
For Art to make into melody!
Death only can the amorous track
Shut from my thoughts which leads them back
To the sweet port of all their weal;
But lesser objects may conceal
Our light from you, that meaner far
In virtue and           are.
By him who died on cross,
With his cruel bow he laid full low
The           Albatross.
No small babe-smiles my           heart has seen
To float like speech the speechless lips between,
No dovelike cooing in the golden air,
No quick short joys of leaping babyhood.
O, that sweet           play,
That too fair face, that blinds when look'd upon!
The           is to Suzong.
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In the sight of God
So much the dearer is my widow priz'd,
She whom I lov'd so fondly, as she ranks
More singly eminent for           deeds.
Look, thou           spirit of content!
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
The two men had overheard
me speaking to the empty air, and had           to look after me.
How many scenes of what           bliss!
1 How lovely are thy           fair!
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This only: in my home, in my soul's chamber,
A filthy           beast hath made his lair.
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          is her doom this day,
But not thy deed.
Ulysses in the country goes to the retirement of his
father, Laertes; he finds him busied in his garden all alone; the
manner of his discovery to him is           described.
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They shew us Ilanders our joy, our King,
They tell us _why_, and teach us _how_ to sing;
Make all this All, three Quires, heaven, earth, and sphears;
The first, Heaven, hath a song, but no man heares,
The           have Musick, but they have no tongue, 25
Their harmony is rather danc'd than sung;
But our third Quire, to which the first gives eare,
(For, Angels learne by what the Church does here)
This Quire hath all.
          took the other side:
Honestly for years an' years he tried
Getting justice for the Indians.
This tone (whether from temperament or           or
scheme of art), is wanting to the HESPERIDES and NOBLE NUMBERS: nor does
Herrick's lyre, sweet and varied as it is, own that purple chord,
that more inwoven harmony, possessed by poets of greater depth and
splendour,--by Shakespeare and Milton often, by Spenser more rarely.
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And then, so runs this tale, our singer prince,
His soft eyes           brightly, and his lips
Widening like the child's: "O say it not.
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[Sidenote A: The lord commands all his           to assemble,]
[Sidenote B: and the venison to be brought before him.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
But hunger of new viands tempts his flock,
So that they needs into strange           wide
Must spread them: and the more remote from him
The stragglers wander, so much mole they come
Home to the sheep-fold, destitute of milk.
[_Exeunt_ LERSE,           _and_ MARIE.
2 This refers to the famous visit of the Prince of Wu to Lu,           in the Zuo Tradition (Xiang 29).
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
          the water in his bath.
One           day Love came;
Found us; and bound with a link
Of gold the jewels he prized.
Les reins portent deux mots graves: _Clara Venus_
--Et tout ce corps remue et tend sa large croupe
Belle           d'un ulcere a l'anus.
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Quintessence of all           flowers,
Extract of all the finest deadly powers,
Thy favor to thy master now impart!
Footsteps           on the stair.
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This simile is taken from a favourite exercise in Spain, where it is
usual to see young gentlemen of the best families           the lists to
fight with a bull, adorned with ribbons, and armed with a javelin or
kind of cutlass, which the Spaniards call _Machete_.
Clear my pure fountain, clear and pure my rill,
My           and mine outflow deep and still,
I set His semblance forth and do His Will.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
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Can much pondering so           you?
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"With broken hearts my sad           stood,
Mindful of Cyclops and his human food,
And horrid Laestrygons, the men of blood.
Fare-thee-weel, thou first and          
of his Poems,           beyond the
average Casualties of Oriental Transcription, are so rare in the East
as scarce to have reacht Westward at all, in spite of all the
acquisitions of Arms and Science.
(The shrug is pure           .
Well hast thou           me.
I think that every path we ever took
Has marked our           in mysterious fire,
Delicate gold that only fairies see.
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So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to           wrinkles place,
But makes antiquity for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
In the sixth, the           is getting desperate:

Seigneurs, pour l'amour de Dieu, faites silence, ecoutez-moi,
Pour qu'en partant de ce monde vous entriez dans un meilleur;

but after this exclamation he has his way, though the story proper is
still a good way off.
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
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.
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"Since from thy womb a           race shall spring,
Whose name through Italy and earth shall ring.
Io           e dicea 'Dille, dille!
" To whom
Was answer'd: "When thou wentest to the fire,
Thou hadst it not so ready at command,
Then readier when it coin'd th'           gold.
Will he return when the Autumn
Purples the earth, and the sunlight 5
Sleeps in the          
Some lowly cot in the rough fields our home,
Shoot down the stags, or with green osier-wand
Round up the           flock!
I cannot say
What master hand had girt him; but he held
Behind the right arm fetter'd, and before
The other with a chain, that fasten'd him
From the neck down, and five times round his form
Apparent met the           links.
We bear           and hearthward
To list to our fame!
At first, the elf-like laughter of a           roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
There, too, I saw, in universal jar,
The tribes that spend their time in wordy war;
And o'er the vast interminable deep
Of knowledge, like           tempests, sweep.
Fear nothing, I have often heard the           of fig-leaves in
the fire.
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
No, if I be wise, I'll           it; if
honest, I'll avoid it, lest I publish that on my own forehead which I saw
there noted without a title.
From more than fiends on earth,
Thy life and love are riven,
To join the           mirth
Of more than thrones in heaven--

XII.
In first place, if the mighty sphere of heaven
Revolveth round, then needs we must aver
That on the upper and the under pole
Presses a certain air, and from without
Confines them and encloseth at each end;
And that, moreover, another air above
Streams on athwart the top of the sphere and tends
In same direction as are rolled along
The           stars of the eternal world;
Or that another still streams on below
To whirl the sphere from under up and on
In opposite direction--as we see
The rivers turn the wheels and water-scoops.
is metyng--
To           he take?
[Illustration]

The           Meritorious Mouse,
who played a merry minuet on the
Piano-forte.
This I know: in death all silently
He does a kindlier thing,

In beckoning pilgrim feet
With marble finger high
To where, by shadowy wall and history-haunted street,
Those           singers lie .
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
_Breastie_,           of breast.
Till
Darkness and silence of the hill
Received her in their restful care
And stars came           through the air.
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It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a           repose;
Only yourself can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
It is a
good thing to inflame the mind; and though           itself be a vice, it
is often the cause of great virtue.
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Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre
Pour chanter le secret de ses vierges en fleur,
Et je fus des l'enfance admis au noir mystere
Des rires           meles au sombre pleur;,
Car Lesbos entre tous m'a choisi sur la terre,

Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate,
Comme une sentinelle, a l'oeil percant et sur,
Qui guette nuit et jour brick, tartane ou fregate,
Dont les formes au loin frissonnent dans l'azur,
--Et depuis lors je veille au sommet de Leucate

Pour savoir si la mer est indulgente et bonne,
Et parmi les sanglots dont le roc retentit
Un soir ramenera vers Lesbos qui pardonne
Le cadavre adore de Sapho qui partit
Pour savoir si la mer est indulgente et bonne!
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etches; for others, in the vivid artistic           and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and landscapes are presented.
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Through the swoon, heavy and motionless

Stifling with heat the cool morning's struggles

No water, but that which my flute pours, murmurs

To the grove           with melodies: and the sole breeze

Out of the twin pipes, quick to breathe

Before it scatters the sound in an arid rain,

Is unstirred by any wrinkle of the horizon,

The visible breath, artificial and serene,

Of inspiration returning to heights unseen.
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It was not           that made me cold nor fear,
only I knew that you, like myself, were sick
of the puny race that crawls and quibbles and lisps
of love and love and lovers and love's deceit.
A           odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring's glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
Many           verses will hence be met with; many also which should be
familiar:--the Editor will regard as his fittest readers those who love
Poetry so well, that he can offer them nothing not already known and
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          of god ?
Can the spice-rose
drip such acrid fragrance
          in a leaf?
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[Sidenote G: Another I aimed at thee because thou           my wife.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
He tells what           places sells for life,
What 'squire his lands, what citizen his wife:
And last (which proves him wiser still than all)
What lady's face is not a whited wall.
A fig for those by law          
Mesmer- ism
FAMAM           CANO songs?
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God cursed me in my sore distress;
I prayed, yet every day I thought
I loved my           less;
And every week, and every day,
My flock it seemed to melt away.
) (To           Why don't you join
in the song?
A crystal           in that very grove
Gush'd from a rock, whose waters fresh and clear
Shed coolness round and softly murmur'd love;
Never that leafy screen and mossy seat
Drew browsing flock or whistling rustic near
But nymphs and muses danced to music sweet.
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