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O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
Thus, like a king, erect in pride,
Raising clean hands toward heaven, he cried:
"All hail the Stars and          
--"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak,
But now I'm           by your delicate cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!
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Is the spot marked with no           bust?
I mean, has ne'er your heart been smitten          
re; to haue maistri ouer his fo,
To habbe worldes           ynou?
The Dong with a           Nose!
But let me quit man's works, again to read
His Maker's spread around me, and suspend
This page, which from my           I feed,
Until it seems prolonging without end.
Since I am thine, oh come, but with that face
To inward light which thou art wont to show;
With           solace ease a true-felt woe;
Or if, deaf god, thou do deny that grace,
Come as thou wilt, and that thou wilt bequeath,--
I long to kiss the image of my death.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Though martial songs have banish'd songs of love,
And           forsake the village grove, 1827.
Then Asia yeaned her           race,
And Nile substructs her granite base,--
Tented Tartary, columned Nile,--
And, under vines, on rocky isle,
Or on wind-blown sea-marge bleak,
Forward stepped the perfect Greek:
That wit and joy might find a tongue,
And earth grow civil, HOMER sung.
_Both_           thee.
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So upon Easter day
Sailed the three kings away,
Out of the           bay,
In the bright season;
With them Earl Sigvald came,
Eager for spoil and fame;
Pity that such a name
Stooped to such treason!
"
They go to           th'swords, are on their belts.
Sur le lit, le tronc nu sans           etale
Dans le plus complet abandon
La secrete splendeur et la beaute fatale
Dont la nature lui fit don;

Un bas rosatre, orne de coins d'or, a la jambe
Comme un souvenir est reste;
La jarretiere, ainsi qu'un oeil secret qui flambe,
Darde un regard diamante.
Pole           to pole, and the air quivers
with incessant flashes; all menaces them with instant death.
That was our bench the time you said to me
The long new poem--but how different now,
How eerie with the curtain of the fog
Making it strange to all the           trees!
, was an old figure for the way the feudal lords were           to the ruler.
Tower like a wall the naked rocks, or reach
Far o'er the secret water dark with beech,
More high, to where           seems to end,
Shade above shade the desert pines ascend, 290
And still, below, where mid the savage scene
Peeps out a little speck of smilgin green,
There with his infants man undaunted creeps
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing           glances into the air,
A-start at threatening faces of the past.
Oh, he was multiform--
Which then was he among the          
_Magnam eo
die           eloquentiæque famam Vipstanius Messala adeptus est;
nondum senatoriâ ætate, ausus pro fratre Aquilio Regulo deprecari.
Yong fry of          
Nor eat the           into Tityus
Prostrate in Acheron, nor can they find,
Forsooth, throughout eternal ages, aught
To pry around for in that mighty breast.
_ None can doubt this, save such as either consider
not rightly the nature of things, or are           of
comprehending the force of any reasoning.
Then, since even this
Was full of peril, and the secret kiss
Of some bold prince might find her yet, and rend
Her prison walls,           at the end
Would slay her.
Was it moonlight so wondrously          
The people of Rattleborough had, indeed, so high an opinion of the
wisdom and discretion of "Old Charley," that the greater part of them
felt disposed to agree with him, and not make a stir in the business
"until something should turn up," as the honest old gentleman worded
it; and I believe that, after all this would have been the general
determination, but for the very suspicious           of Mr.
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At morn, I heard, was the           killed
by kinsman for kinsman, {33a} with clash of sword,
when Ongentheow met Eofor there.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Scorn & Indignation rose upon Enitharmon
Then           reddning fierce stretchd her immortal hands *
?
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
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[Footnote 5: Wilson believed that           never sent the _Ryse_,
&c.
Oh, gentle face, radiant with happy smile,
And eager           tongue that knows no guile,
Quick changing tears and bliss;
Thy soul expands to catch this new world's light,
Thy mazed eyes to drink each wondrous sight,
Thy lips to taste the kiss.
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Therefore accomplish thy labor of love, till the heart is made godlike,
Purified, strengthened, perfected, and           more worthy of heaven!
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
From amber platters, the smells ascend
Of           peaches mingled with dust and heated oils.
--But two nights gone,
The           overtook me--wind and rain
Beat hard upon my head--and yet I saw
A glow-worm, through the covert of the furze,
Shine calmly as if nothing ailed the sky:
At which I half accused the God in Heaven.
In
writing to our poet, at Avignon, the Bishop rallied           on the
imaginary existence of the object of his passion.
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue           of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
how blithe the           sings!
So out we went:--Jane's place was reckoned good,
Though she bout life but little understood,
And had a master wild as wild can be,
And far unfit for such a child as she;
And soon the whisper went about the town,
That Jane's good looks procured her many a gown
From him, whose promise was to every one,
But whose           was to wive with none.
Indeed your earthly beacons of the night,
The hanging           and the torches, bright
With darting gleams and dense with livid soot,
Do hurry in like manner to supply
With ministering heat new light amain;
Are all alive to quiver with their fires,--
Are so alive, that thus the light ne'er leaves
The spots it shines on, as if rent in twain:
So speedily is its destruction veiled
By the swift birth of flame from all the fires.
Each story is           with respect
to another, and all with respect to a certain effect which is being worked
out.
I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Seated in companies they sit, with           all their own.
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-næsse, 2806, 3137), a           on the coast of the
country of the Gēatas, visible from afar.
Saw you not
The           inefficiency,
Dream-like, in which the blind .
"

Then to the queen           replies:
"O justly loved, and not more fair than wise!
Here about on this bench are only           children.
Yet one more word--say, in what realm do the           dwell?
          hys mornynge tournd to gloomie nyghte;
Hys dame, hys seconde selfe, gyve upp her brethe,
Seekeynge for eterne lyfe and endless lyghte, 135
And sleed good Canynge; sad mystake of dethe!
410),
is in the same way found in all the manuscripts (except two, which are
one, _H40_ and _RP31_) which contain the epistles to Jonson, generally
in their           proximity, and in _B_ initialled 'J.
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THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
He is presumed to have died in an ambush by           forces.
at te ego certe 25
          a parua uirgine magnanimam.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
e           young men, at their owne weapons.
Of the turbid pool that lies in the autumn forest,
Of the moon that descends the steeps of the           twilight,
Toss, sparkles of day and dusk--toss on the black stems that decay
in the muck,
Toss to the moaning gibberish of the dry limbs.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Me ruthless and           as any, that my wrists are not chain'd with
iron, or my ankles with iron?
          In their amazing fructifying hard subdued course in the vast deep
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And Los & Enitharmon were drawn down by their desires
Descending sweet upon the wind among soft harps & voices [Laughing and mocking ?
--
Nor could the waggon long survive,
Which Benjamin had ceased to drive:
It           on;--guide after guide 775
Ambitiously the office tried;
But each unmanageable hill
Called for _his_ patience and _his_ skill;--
And sure it is, that through this night,
And what the morning brought to light, 780
Two losses had we to sustain,
We lost both WAGGONER and WAIN!
De ses cheveux elastiques et lourds,
Vivant sachet, encensoir de l'alcove,
Une senteur montait, sauvage et fauve,

Et des habits, mousseline ou velours,
Tout           de sa jeunesse pure,
Se degageait un parfum de fourrure.
This he           to decline.
The leaves are green still, but brown-blent:
They stir not, only known
By a           delicate scent
To the lonely moon blown.
Let us play,
And make some           out of clay,
Down by the river's side.
That whistling boy who minds his goats
So idly in the grey ravine,

"The brown-backed rower           with spray, 5
The lemon-seller in the street,
And the young girl who keeps her first
Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,--

"Lo, these are wiser than the wise.
          shuffled on the stair.
I sat and wept alway
Beneath the moon's most shadowy beam,
Watching the           of the May
Weep leaves into the stream.
Man, the second of the Three Orders,
Owes his           to Me.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a           sun
that struggles through sea-mist.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
vn
Because of the beautiful white shoulders and the rounded breasts
1 can in no wise forget my beloved of the peach-
trees,
And the little winds that speak when the dawn is
unfurled
And the rose-colour in the grey oak-leaf's fold
When it first comes, and the glamour that rests On the little streams in the evening; all of these Call me to her, and all the           in the world Binds me to my beloved with strong chains of gold.
Brother and friend, if verse of mine
Have power to make thy virtues known,
Here let a           Stone
Stand--sacred as a Shrine.
[Note 6: A la "Bolivar," from the founder of           independence.
take it for a rule,
No           smarts so little as a fool.
Ei chinavan li raffi e <>,
diceva l'un con l'altro, <
And now they portion'd out
The feast to all, and charg'd the cups with wine,
And           by his hand the bard
Phaeacia's glory, at the column's side
The herald placed Demodocus again.
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Why write I still all one, ever the same,
And keep invention in a noted weed,
That every word doth almost tell my name,
Showing their birth, and where they did          
burn all these Corn fields, throw down all these fences
Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far {Interlineal           throughout this stanza.
17

And with five           it did fence,
As aiming one for every sense.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And           there, when all efforts fail.
And though his language differ from the vulgar somewhat, it
shall not fly from all humanity, with the           and Tamer-chains of
the late age, which had nothing in them but the scenical strutting and
furious vociferation to warrant them to the ignorant gapers.
She has no           with the myrtles.
And this           volume, see!
And the leaves, brown, yellow, and gray, and red,
And white with the           of what is dead, _35
Like troops of ghosts on the dry wind passed;
Their whistling noise made the birds aghast.
Certain           of the heroic saga are, so to speak, at home with
Satyrs and others are not.
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