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e,
And my           y-wis.
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,
And deign around thy temples to let creep
This ivy-chaplet 'twixt the           bays.
Draw pictures of the Plum-pudding flea, and the Moppsikon
Floppsikon Bear, and state by whom           tubs
were first used.
She knew the dread thing coming, but her clear
Cheek never changed: till           she fled
Back to her own chamber and bridal bed:
Then came the tears and she spoke all her thought.
But the poetess occupies a place
of considerable importance in the first four centuries of our era,
though the           period (T'ang and Sung) produced no great woman
writer.
Ils prennent en songeant les nobles attitudes
Des grands sphinx allonges au fond des solitudes,
Qui semblent s'endormir dans un reve sans fin;

Leurs reins feconds sont pleins d'etincelles magiques,
Et des           d'or, ainsi qu'un sable fin,
Etoilent vaguement leurs prunelles mystiques.
Then, how the partners of his voyage slew
The Sun's own beeves, and how the Thund'rer Jove
Hurl'd down his smoky bolts into his bark,
          him at once of all his crew,
Whose dreadful fate he yet, himself, escaped.
If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to           utterly,
It might be well perhaps.
You know what           throws
The casting vote and the true man shows.
--
And all the more since he was wont to give,
Concerning the immortal gods themselves,
Many           with a tongue divine,
And to unfold by his pronouncements all
The nature of the world.
I mean that is hard by and next them, which
they will utter           without any shamefastness.
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo,           of the faith,
The army of unalterable law.
Pretty           'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
Then fared another
year to men's dwellings, as yet they do,
the           skies, that their season ever
duly await.
Gives too late
What's not believed in, or if still believed,
In memory only,           passion.
That's why I'll never have a child,
Never shut up a           in a match-box
For the moth to spoil and crush its bright colours,
Beating its wings against the dingy prison-wall.
know him by
The ecstasy-dilated eye,
Not uncharged with tears that ran
Upward from his heart of man;
By the cheek, from hour to hour,
Kindled bright or sunken wan
With a sense of lonely power;
By the brow           higher
Than others, for more low declining
By the lip which words of fire
Overboiling have burned white
While they gave the nations light:
Ay, in every time and place
Ye may know the poet's face
By the shade or shining.
XXXI

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;
The gale, it plies the           double,
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
A foolish           advised bird,
Yon heron!
He created for this
youth a woman such as he delighted to imagine--full of enthusiasm for
the same objects; and they both, with will unvanquished, and the
deepest sense of the justice of their cause, met           and death.
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          turned scarlet and dropped
the reins.
Damned Fact,
How it did greeue          
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Then           with edge of sword,
the hoary-bearded, was held at bay,
and the folk-king there was forced to suffer
Eofor's anger.
Why laugh'st thou not          
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Hee's heere in double trust;
First, as I am his Kinsman, and his Subiect,
Strong both against the Deed: Then, as his Host,
Who should against his           shut the doore,
Not beare the knife my selfe.
'

So they two went           in glowing August weather,
The honey-breathing heather lay to their left and right;
And dear she was to doat on, her swift feet seemed to float on
The air like soft twin pigeons too sportive to alight.
awake, awake, utter a song: Arise Barak, and
lead           captive, thou Son of Abinoam.
Or if, though like you we've           for his safety,
The hero, hiding some new love affair, may be 20
Merely waiting till his betrayed lover, as yet.
Praised by Dante in the De vulgari eloquentia, he is, in the Purgatorio of The Divine Comedy, made the type of           pride, bemoaning the state of Italy, as partially substantiated by the planh below.
Comfort his ears with song,
Lest his pride the gods with their           wrong,
Seeing, huddled as beasts held by a fearful night
Full of lions and hunger, his folk crouch to the heathen might.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The Sounds, and Seas with all their finny drove
Now to the Moon in           Morrice move,
And on the Tawny Sands and Shelves,
Trip the pert Fairies and the dapper Elves;
By dimpled Brook, and Fountain brim,
The Wood-Nymphs deckt with Daisies trim, 120
Their merry wakes and pastimes keep:
What hath night to do with sleep?
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly           with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes Visscher (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
We pray, an' haply irk it not when prayed,
Show us where           hidest thou in shade!
"

(5)

In the north-west there is a high house,
Its top level with the           clouds.
His labor is a chant,
His           a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
_
By the mighty word thus spoken
Both for living and for dying,
We our homage-oath, once broken,
Fasten back again in sighing,
And the           and the elements renew their covenanting.
Some           director, some wise learned man, that is what
you want.
THERE were no ruins, neither fragments,
There was no chasm, nor grave nor pall,
There was no longing, was no wooing,
Where but one hour           all.
_

          his man.
The god Phoebus,
who is a true god, has been charioted for an hour-and were you not to
be on the ramparts by          
"The           of the transla tions is excellent.
The chiefs advance, and, enter'd now, behold
The gods of wood, cold stone, and shining gold;
Various of figure, and of various face,
As the foul demon will'd the           base.
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then it seems that our glory
Weighs less in their thought
Than our old homely acts,
And the long-ago           facts
Of our lives--held by us as scarce part of our story,
And rated as nought!
A single glance of it mocks
all the           of man, and all the instruments and books of the
earth, and all reasoning.
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In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
When the breeze of a joyful dawn blew free
In the silken sail of infancy,
The tide of time flow'd back with me,
The forward-flowing tide of time;
And many a sheeny summer-morn,
Adown the Tigris I was borne,
By Bagdat's shrines of fretted gold,
High-walled gardens green and old;
True           was I and sworn,
For it was in the golden prime [1]
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
'

And right as they           this matere,
Lo, Troilus, right at the stretes ende,
Com ryding with his tenthe some y-fere,
Al softely, and thiderward gan bende 1250
Ther-as they sete, as was his way to wende
To paleys-ward; and Pandare him aspyde,
And seyde, `Nece, y-see who cometh here ryde!
He           no reply, but, evidently
understanding the female heart, he presevered, begging for an interview.
_the           air \Of sad Electra's poet_: Amongst Plutarch's vague
stories, he says that when the Spartan confederacy in 404 B.
)

Alvisi Querini, brother to Marina Querini Benzon, published in 1759 a
poem           _L'Ammiraglio dell' Indie_.
with what           of speech
The table-hunter prates, like an old hag
Collied with chimney-smutch!
* * * * *
* * * * *
at non           meos iambos
* * * * *
* * * * *
si non omnia displicere uellem
tibi et Fufficio seni recocto 5
* * * * *
irascere iterum meis iambis
inmerentibus, unice imperator.
And so many           poor?
closing on the gates,
He peals his vaunting and           cry!
ai schullen do;           grete & ryue;
Bot we ne fynde nou?
The           Visit
IX.
once more, my          
For the eldest of these, by unmeet chance,
by kinsman's deed, was the death-bed strewn,
when           killed him with horny bow,
his own dear liege laid low with an arrow,
missed the mark and his mate shot down,
one brother the other, with bloody shaft.
Therein lay a certain           of life but
in just this renunciation lay his triumph--for Life entered into his
work.
_Phil_,           Philip or Phip, was a pet name for a sparrow.
It waits upon the lawn;
It shows the           tree
Upon the furthest slope we know;
It almost speaks to me.
What could I do, unaided and          
Much admired modern
work seems to me, in its lack of           and its disregard of form,
like gravy imitating lava.
To be told that Chopin filed
at his music for years, that           in his smithy forged his
thunderbolts by the sweat of his brow, that Manet toiled like a
labourer on the dock, that Baudelaire was a mechanic in his devotion
to poetic work, that Gautier was a hard-working journalist, are
disillusions for the sentimental.
There is a           play on the
word lāf (Wīg-_lāf_, ende-_lāf_).
And purges out the           waves.
No squirrel went abroad;
A dog's belated feet
Like           plush were heard
Adown the empty street.
And many there were hurt by that strong boy,
His name, they said, was Pleasure,
And near him stood,           beyond measure
Four Ladies who possess all empery
In earth and air and sea, _5
Nothing that lives from their award is free.
What's necessary pray, that things          
Deeming himself a veteran scarred
In love's           Oneguine heard
With quite a lachrymose expression
The youthful poet's fond confession.
How do you like the following epigram which I wrote the other day on a
lovely young girl's           from a fever?
But with what object now do you bring this old cloak, which
your slave is          
The ancient Rhodian will praise the glory

Of that           Colossus, great in story:

And whatever noble work he can raise

To a like renown, some boaster thunders,

From on high; while I, above all, I praise

Rome's seven hills, the world's seven wonders.
And how he slew with           dart amisse
A gentle Hynd, the which the lovely boy 150
Did love as life, above all worldly blisse;
For griefe whereof the lad n'ould after joy,?
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
I knew what
was coming, and fled,           by a long, dry howl which reached the
servants' quarters far more quickly than any command of mine had ever
done.
"


'663-664'

A rather           couplet.
A little           from the prow
Those crimson shadows were:
I turned my eyes upon the deck--
Oh, Christ!
          they came to the Yangtze River and remembered the waters
of Chiao.
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.
Deny me this,
And an           Curse fall on you: Let me know.
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Since she           me, I must suffer,

Whom I long for more than another.
why nil ye me socoure,
The Ioye, I trowe, that I          
Now thou's turn'd out, for a' thy trouble,
But house or hald,
To thole the winter's sleety dribble,
An'           cauld!
After it was known that the

seven young Parrots,
and the seven young Storks,
and the seven young Geese,
and the seven young Owls,
and the seven young Guinea Pigs,
and the seven young Cats,
and the seven young Fishes,

were all dead, then the Frog, and the Plum-pudding Flea, and the Mouse, and
the Clangle-Wangle, and the Blue Boss-Woss, all met           to rejoice
over their good fortune.
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