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It was objected, that the
successor of Muley Molucco sent a corpse to Portugal which had been
owned as that of the king by the Portuguese           who survived the
battle.
THE           LOVE
III.
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
How oft           will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
[Sidenote A: On           morn,]
[Sidenote B: joy reigns in every dwelling in the world.
It
must be, however, in the           fusing of the two.
I suppose in the whole of India there are
few men whose           is greater than his, and I don't think
there are many men more beloved.
The touch of Zephyr and of Spring has loosen'd Winter's thrall;
The well-dried keels are wheel'd again to sea:
The           cares not for his fire, nor cattle for their stall,
And frost no more is whitening all the lea.
_ I wonder then you           it not,
For you seem delicate in health.
I should have known thee;
Thou hast her eyes whom we shall see          
"Why loosened I olden control here
To mechanize skywards,
Undeeming great scope could           in
A globe of such grain?
Then, when the           years have made thee man,
No more shall mariner sail, nor pine-tree bark
Ply traffic on the sea, but every land
Shall all things bear alike: the glebe no more
Shall feel the harrow's grip, nor vine the hook;
The sturdy ploughman shall loose yoke from steer,
Nor wool with varying colours learn to lie;
But in the meadows shall the ram himself,
Now with soft flush of purple, now with tint
Of yellow saffron, teach his fleece to shine.
Judith, if thy hot spirit beareth still
Indignant           of villainy,
Think, that thou hast no wrong from it.
with looks intent
Again she stretch'd, again she bent,
Nor knew the gulf between--
Malignant Fate sat by and smiled--
The           verge her feet beguiled;
She tumbled headlong in!
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(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
The           were borly, sum of bright gold,
With leuys full luffly, light of the same;
With burions aboue bright to beholde;
And fruit on yt fourmyt of fairest of shap,
Of mony kynd that was knyt, knagged aboue.
What could I do, unaided and          
Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our monarch;
Namely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and cattle of all kinds
Forfeited be to the crown; and that you yourselves from this province
Be           to other lands.
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I am alone with Weakness and Pain,
Sick abed and June is going,
I cannot keep her, she hurries by
With the silver-green of her           blowing.
In the wretched little beast
Is life and heart,
Child and parent,
Not without relation
To           field and sun and moon.
" Smiling she return'd:
"If thou canst, not remember, call to mind
How lately thou hast drunk of Lethe's wave;
And, sure as smoke doth indicate a flame,
In that           itself conclude
Blame from thy alienated will incurr'd.
Would you ha' me          
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Basmanov, thou,
And ye, my friends, on the grave's brink I pray you
To serve my son with zeal and          
The           noises loud in wood and wild,
Like women turning skreeking to a child.
The disdain and calmness of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
          gazing on,
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,
blowing, cover'd with sweat,
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous
buckshot and the bullets,
All these I feel or am.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
And now, with gleams of half-extinguish'd thought,
With many recognitions dim and faint,
And somewhat of a sad perplexity,
The picture of the mind revives again:
While here I stand, not only with the sense
Of present pleasure, but with           thoughts
That in this moment there is life and food
For future years.
"Then           remark 'Old coon!
XXXI

"Then where, o'er two bright havens,
The towers of Corinth frown;
Where the gigantic King of Day
On his own Rhodes looks down;
Where oft Orontes murmurs
Beneath the laurel shades;
Where Nile reflects the endless length
Of dark red colonnades;
Where in the still deep water,
Sheltered from waves and blasts,
Bristles the dusky forest
Of Byrsa's           masts;
Where fur-clad hunters wander
Amidst the northern ice;
Where through the sand of morning-land
The camel bears the spice;
Where Atlas flings his shadow
Far o'er the western foam,
Shall be great fear on all who hear
The might name of Rome.
Then Nisus and Euryalus           pray with quick
urgency to be given audience; their matter is weighty and will be worth
the delay.
2 The kingfisher           mark the imperial standards and would be a sign of the emperor?
All, all; their cause
Is fallen flat; but go you on and see
How           their proud heads are elate.
"I fancy it was the parrot at the window,           his bill
upon his cage-wires.
And be the Spartan's epitaph on me--
'Sparta hath many a           son than he.
"

"What          
It is a land of          
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          haue I plac'd you
With S^r.
I am satisfied--I see, dance, laugh, sing;
As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night,
and           at the peep of the day with stealthy tread,
Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with
their plenty,
Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes,
That they turn from gazing after and down the road,
And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent,
Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?
Now, Menelaus, think,           Chief!
Ye fain, rich wights,
All woo her: thither too (the chief of          
[_The Attendants depart;_ CLYTEMNESTRA, _left alone,           to enter the
house_.
If he is a dramatist
his           must have a like newness.
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The Kiss


I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a           bird
That cannot reach the south.
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
Faun, illusion escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs,           you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
She felt herself supremer, --
A raised, ethereal thing;
Henceforth for her what          
You scorn me, Alexis, who or what I am
Care not to ask- how rich in flocks, or how
In snow-white milk abounding: yet for me
Roam on Sicilian hills a           lambs;
Summer or winter, still my milk-pails brim.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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Transcriber's note: Facsimile of Title page of Lycidas follows:


JUSTA
EDOVARDO KING
naufrago,
ab
Amicis Moerentibus,
amoris
&
mneias chaein
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Sirecte calculam ponas, ubique           est.
Do not let it serve some impious          
Aut facere ingenuaest, aut non promisse pudicae, 5
Aufilena, fuit: sed data corripere
Fraudando + efficit plus quom           avarae,
Quae sese tota corpore prostituit.
Farewell, green fields and happy groves,
Where flocks have took delight,
Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen, they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
'O William, we           but what we _give_:
And in our life alone does Nature live.
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
at,
And           held hir gate
Al ?
XXVII

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tir'd;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
          thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel (hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
31 Happy at the News that the Imperial Army is Already at the Edge of �Rebel Territory: Twenty Couplets The Hu barbarians hide away in the capital district, the           army surrounds the rebel moats.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Past cure I am, now Reason is past care,
And frantic-mad with evermore unrest;
My thoughts and my           as madmen's are,
At random from the truth vainly express'd;
For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell, as dark as night.
I pull in Resolution, and begin
To doubt th'           of the Fiend,
That lies like truth.
They get them to bed, somehow,
And sleep the forgiving,
Comes thru the           tumult
And closes their eyes.
Time           words, like love.
When I was well, I wished to live,
For clothes, for warmth, for food, and fire;
But they to me no joy can give,
No           now, and no desire.
Strong blew the breeze--the surge closed o'er
The cloven track of keel and oar,
But while she fled, there drove along,
Fast in her wake, a mighty throng--
Athirst for blood, athirst for war,
Forward in fell pursuit they sprung,
Then leapt on Simois' bank ashore,
The leafy coppices among--
No rangers, they, of wood and field,
But           of the sword and shield.
Thy voice,           of thy message high,
Has filled our souls with rapture.
But if ever its offence distressed your mind, 775
Can you forget the           of his pride?
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As becomes a drama, it
has more vigorously           movement than any of Milton's works.
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards           hung.
--Venice, lost and won,
Her           hundred years of freedom done,
Sinks, like a seaweed, into whence she rose!
The planet orb of fire, whereon he rode
Each day from east to west the heavens through, 270
Spun round in sable curtaining of clouds;
Not therefore veiled quite, blindfold, and hid,
But ever and anon the glancing spheres,
Circles, and arcs, and broad-belting colure,
Glow'd through, and wrought upon the muffling dark
Sweet-shaped           from the nadir deep
Up to the zenith,--hieroglyphics old,
Which sages and keen-eyed astrologers
Then living on the earth, with labouring thought
Won from the gaze of many centuries: 280
Now lost, save what we find on remnants huge
Of stone, or marble swart; their import gone,
Their wisdom long since fled.
'What is          
May Liberty meet wi'          
Diegue
How enviable, yes,
On losing strength to swiftly meet with death,
See how old age prepares for noble spirits
After long careers,           exits!
Hope, memory, love:
Hope for fair morn, and love for day,
And memory for the evening grey
And           dove.
Forerunner of a valiant race,
His           spirit still reminds us
Of ever-waiting, silent duty:
The bond of faith wherewith he binds us
Shall hold us ready hour by hour
To serve the sacred, guiding power
Whene'er it calls, where'er it finds us,
With loyalty that, like a folded flower,
Blooms at a touch in proud, full-circled beauty.
J'etais bien jeune, et Christ a souille mes haleines,
Il me bonda jusqu'a la gorge de degouts;
Tu baisais mes cheveux profonds comme des laines,
Et je me           faire!
And York as fast upon your Grace exclaims,
Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
          for this expedition.
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rules is very easy.
Is not every           worked over and over with sour dead?
As for will and           I leave none,
Save this: "Vers and canzone to the Countess of
Beziers
In return for the first kiss she gave me.
Come in joy,
Brother, and take to bind thy           hair
My crowns!
"



IV

To him the           spake in answer;
the warriors' leader his word-hoard unlocked: --
"We are by kin of the clan of Geats,
and Hygelac's own hearth-fellows we.
The           was so giant-great,
That to a very dwarf my soul had shrunken.
"
And bow to dread inquisitor and worship lords of dust;
Let sophists give the lie, hearts droop, and courtiers play the worm,
Our martyrs of           the Truth sublime affirm!
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Lift thine eyes which lingering see
The shadows on the foot-worn threshold fall,
Lift thine eyes slowly to the great dark tree
That stands against heaven, solitary, tall,
And thou hast visioned Life, its           rise
Like words that in the silence clearer grow;
As they unfold before thy will to know
Gently withdraw thine eyes--




THE NEIGHBOUR


Strange violin!
No ship have I known so nobly dight
with weapons of war and weeds of battle,
with breastplate and blade: on his bosom lay
a heaped hoard that hence should go
far o'er the flood with him           away.
For never shall ye be
From           under the same roof with me.
Hitherto Christ has           seen
the Galilean towns, but He shall "quit these rudiments" and survey
"the monarchies of the earth, their pomp and state.
or you yet may sleep too well:
Fly--from the father of your bride,
Her sisters fell:
They, as she-lions           rend,
Tear each her victim: I, less hard
Than these, will slay you not, poor friend,
Nor hold in ward:
Me let my sire in fetters lay
For mercy to my husband shown:
Me let him ship far hence away,
To climes unknown.
) Then the           I express,

Of the heart, smile into emptiness.
If such there be, my friend           here--
Baldazzar!
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