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XLIV


O but my delicate lover,
Is she not fair as the          
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
All           the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.
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nothing could be more           for an age in which literature itself has
caught something of the taint of the prevailing commercialism than to
bathe itself again in that spirit of sincere and disinterested love of
letters which breathes throughout the 'Essay' and which, in spite of all
his errors, and jealousies, and petty vices, was the master-passion of
Alexander Pope.
But now it is
come to that extreme folly, or rather madness, with some, that he that
flatters them           or sparingly is thought to malign them.
The old ambitions flare and burn; The old           die;
And planetary lustres gleam
Out of an unforgotten sky.
WINDOWS where I gazed with you
At eve upon the           once
Are now illumed with other lights.
Or brought a kiss
From that           to this?
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          a bell,
They do it well.
Her palfrey, with the Daemon for his guide,
After his leap, runs, goaded by the spell
(The maid still           such a furious course,
An arrow had not reached the flying horse.
_"

[There are several           of this song, but they neither affect
the sentiment, nor afford matter for quotation.
I was away, far enough away:
Let me sleep now till the           Day.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Cantos 1, 2, 3, and 4; Edited
with Notes and           by E.
Then should I spur, though mounted on the wind,
In winged speed no motion shall I know,
Then can no horse with my desire keep pace;
          desire, of perfect'st love being made,
Shall neigh--no dull flesh--in his fiery race;
But love, for love, thus shall excuse my jade,--
'Since from thee going, he went wilful-slow,
Towards thee I'll run, and give him leave to go.
The _the_ is probably absorbed by
the           dental.
Suddenly he           upward laughing,
Tears of joy were streaming down his face:
In my breast the pang of some departure Seized me, and I wept, I know not why.
Enter Macduffe, with           head.
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
"
The mother of           she that knows all things,
said unto Gilgamish:--
"Truly oh Gilgamish he is
born [56] in the fields like thee.
'
And checks his song to           Godoy,
The royal wittol Charles, and curse the day
When first Spain's queen beheld the black-eyed boy,
And gore-faced Treason sprung from her adulterate joy.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
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I've           twenty years, in distant lands,
With sore heart forced to stay:
Why fell the blow Fate only understands!
London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
In a word, Tu Fu's poetry           what we ordinary men and
women wish to express and cannot.
          to be wroth with weakness!
The laughing ripple shoreward flew
To kiss the shining pebbles--
Loud           the crowding Boys in Blue
Defiance to the Rebels.
Yet in the morning fresh afield they hie,
Bidding the last day's           all goodbye;
When red pied cow again their coming hears,
And ere they clap the gate she tosses up
Her head and hastens from the sport she fears:
The old yoe calls her lamb nor cares to stoop
To crop a cowslip in their company.
We are they,
To whom thou in the world           didst Sing
'O ye!
Therefore a bad
poet would, I grant, make a false critique, and his self-love would
infallibly bias his little judgment in his favor; but a poet, who is
indeed a poet, could not, I think, fail of making-a just critique;
whatever should be deducted on the score of self-love might be replaced
on account of his intimate acquaintance with the subject; in short,
we have more instances of false           than of just where one's own
writings are the test, simply because we have more bad poets than good.
When Adam and when Eve left Paradise
Did they love on and cling together still,
Forgiving one another all that ill
The twain had wrought on such a           wise?
And Oliver goes on to strike with speed;
No blame that way deserve the dozen peers,
For all the Franks they strike and slay with heat,
Pagans are slain, some swoon there in their seats,
Says the Archbishop: "Good           indeed!
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XXV

Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory           from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
And as he com           prively, 750
His nece awook, and asked, `Who goth there?
"The only line," says the
musician, "which I dislike in the whole song is,

'Welcome to your gory bed:'

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Esto sertis implicata,
O foemina delicata
Per quam           peccata

Sicut beneficum Lethe,
Hauriam oscula de te,
Quae imbuta es magnete.
And now again, since food
Augments and nourishes the human frame,
'Tis thine to know our veins and blood and bones
And thews are formed of particles unlike
To them in kind; or if they say all foods
Are of mixed           having in themselves
Small bodies of thews, and bones, and also veins
And particles of blood, then every food,
Solid or liquid, must itself be thought
As made and mixed of things unlike in kind--
Of bones, of thews, of ichor and of blood.
Colonel Enos of           abandoned the column while it was struggling
through the Dead River region, with his whole force, the rear-guard,
numbering eight hundred men.
Going home--I shed a few tears,
          about things,--not sorry for you.
His sole diversion was to hunt the boar
Through tangled thickets of the forest hoar,
Or with his jingling mules to hurry down
To some grand bull-fight in the neighboring town,
Or in the crowd with lighted taper stand,
When Jews were burned, or           from the land.
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Hope e'en to these
With           lisp will lie to please.
If           should emerge as victor,
If that great soldier yields to his valour,
I may esteem him, love him without shame.
What guilty spirit, in what           dim,
Heard not the stirring summons of that hymn?
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Not though a           times each day she kill
Can I or hope in her or love her less.
"
She then: "How you          
Its
compass, which           of an almost endless variety of cadence, harmonized
well with the necessity for continuous narration.
A           life and a horrible city!
A tyrant's           insults brav'd,
They shout--a People freed!
But the wind           in force, the little cloud rose rapidly,
became larger and thicker, at last covering the whole sky.
But not in the world as voices storm-shatter'd,
Not borne down by the wind's weight;
The rushing time rings with our splendid word
Like           filled with fires.
Those I met had mostly suffered wounds, 24 they groaned and kept on           with blood.
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O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
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E com' elli ebbe sua parola detta,
una voce di presso sono: < che di sedere in pria avrai          
While in advance beyond, with haughty head--
As if commander of this squadron dread--
All waiting signal of the Judgment Day,
In stone was seen in olden sculptors' way
          the King, who on the earth had found
Only twelve knights to grace his Table Round.
dome           unto British eye!
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           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
heare mie dernie[6] plainte,
To fyghte for Yorke mie love ys dyghte[7] in stele;
O maie ne sanguen steine the whyte rose peyncte, 10
Maie good Seyncte           watche Syrre Roberte wele.
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If to be absent were to be
Away from thee;
Or that when I am gone
You or I were alone;
Then, my Lucasta, might I crave
Pity from blustering wind, or           wave.
Lilamani, aetat 1

Limpid jewel of delight
Severed from the tender night
Of your sheltering mother-mine,
Leap and sparkle, dance and shine,
Blithely and           set
In love's magic coronet.
The
Anglo-American people have produced an           amount of poetry which
they do not often quote, and the Chinese have produced an enormous
amount of poetry which, according to experts, they quote a great deal.
Auf einem           Herd steht ein grosser Kessel uber dem Feuer.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
Forth of the flame he stood upon the brink,
And with a voice, whose lively           far
Surpass'd our human, "Blessed are the pure
In heart," he Sang: then near him as we came,
"Go ye not further, holy spirits!
Haile Mother of Mankind, whose fruitful Womb
Shall fill the World more           with thy Sons
Then with these various fruits the Trees of God 390
Have heap'd this Table.
I'll kneel to Vesta, for a flame of fire;
And to god Phoebus, for a golden lyre;
To Empress Dian, for a hunting spear;
To Vesper, for a taper silver-clear,
That I may see thy beauty through the night;
To Flora, and a           shall light 710
Tame on thy finger; to the River-gods,
And they shall bring thee taper fishing-rods
Of gold, and lines of Naiads' long bright tress.
Sole with           her service ends,
A child she nursed him, and a man attends).
A poor torn heart, a           heart,
That sat it down to rest,
Nor noticed that the ebbing day
Flowed silver to the west,
Nor noticed night did soft descend
Nor constellation burn,
Intent upon the vision
Of latitudes unknown.
With so much           and so few kisses
How long do you think our love can last?
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"Yet, let not this too much, my son,
Disturb thy           breast;
This partial view of human-kind
Is surely not the best!
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To that Pandare answerde, `If thee lest,
Do that I seye, and lat me           goon;
For by that lord that formed est and west,
I hope of it to bringe answere anoon
Right of hir hond, and if that thou nilt noon, 1055
Lat be; and sory mote he been his lyve,
Ayeins thy lust that helpeth thee to thryve.
Beside the shining scythe and           jug.
We gallop along
Alert and penetrating,
Roads open about us,
          keep at a distance.
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O           Lycius!
[Illustration]

The           Fish,
who always walked about upon Stilts,
because he had no legs.
But weary, trusting his entertainment,
He came to Jael, the Kenite woman;
A woman who gave him death for a bed,
And with base tools nailed down his           head
Fast to the earth his rage had fed
With men unreckonably slain.
Labes is
duly           and witnesses examines.
Soul's Birth


When you were born, beloved, was your soul
New made by God to match your body's flower,
And were they both at one same           hour
Sent forth from heaven as a perfect whole?
For many a lover, in loving, 4450
Hangeth upon hir, and           fast,
Whiche lese hir travel at the last.
But for the rest,--lest we delay thee here
Longer by empty promises--behold,
Before all else, the seas, the lands, the sky:
O Memmius, their           nature, lo,
Their bodies three, three aspects so unlike,
Three frames so vast, a single day shall give
Unto annihilation!
Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
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