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Pugatchef stopped on the           and said good-morning to everybody.
Or to more deeply blest          
I too forgot the           of my breast.
Among the blind the one-eyed           reigns.
"

"Foully and           slain!
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INFINITE WORLDS


Once more, we all from seed celestial spring,
To all is that same father, from whom earth,
The fostering mother, as she takes the drops
Of liquid moisture, pregnant bears her broods--
The shining grains, and gladsome shrubs and trees,
And bears the human race and of the wild
The generations all, the while she yields
The foods           all feed their frames and lead
The genial life and propagate their kind;
Wherefore she owneth that maternal name,
By old desert.
XXI


Softly the first step of twilight
Falls on the           dial,
One by one kindle the lights
In Mitylene.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; 80
Everything is happy now,
          is upward striving;
'Tis as easy now for the heart to be true
As for grass to be green or skies to be blue,--
'Tis the natural way of living:
Who knows whither the clouds have fled?
whom three realms obey,
Dost           counsel take--and sometimes tea.
Where Mercy, Love, and Pity dwell,
There God is           too.
'"

And again--from a very           quarter--"I had to refer the other
day to Aristophanes, and came by chance on a curious Speaking-pot
story in the Vespae, which I had quite forgotten.
On           views would fancy feed,
Till his eye streamed with tears.
et te, germana Quietis,          
What a fine natural           was his!
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Then with its           swirl
The sands and the stones, how they whirl!
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There was an Old Man of Jamaica,
Who           married a Quaker;
But she cried out, "Oh, lack!
10

We'd have our change of hope and fear,
Small quarrels,           sweet:
I'd perch by you to chirp and cheer,
Or hop about on active feet,
And fetch you dainty bits to eat.
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.
Scared at the grizzly forms, I sweat, I fly,
And shake all o'er, like a           spy.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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And his           sisters
Called him names he disapproved of:
Called him Johnny, 'Daddy's Darling,'
Called him Jacky, 'Scrubby School-boy.
Beneath the           yoke alike they hold
Their equal pace, and smoked along the field.
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Bulls would toss their friends,
And trample under foot, and from beneath
Rip flanks and bellies of horses with their horns,
And with a threat'ning forehead jam the sod;
And boars would gore with stout tusks their allies,
Splashing in fury their own blood on spears
          in their own bodies, and would fell
In rout and ruin infantry and horse.
'129 the Mantuan Muse:'

the poetry of Virgil, which Pope thinks the best           on Homer.
On           he came to me, and did curse
Against the Volsces, for they had so vilely
Yielded the town.
_Ex industriâ Senecam,
in omni genere eloquentiæ versatum, distuli, propter           falso de
me opinionem, quâ damnare eum, et invisum quoque habere sum creditus.
Somewhat as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the           line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
We have been, let us say, to hear the latest Pole
          the Preludes, through his hair and finger-tips.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
And as I lay thus, wonder loude
Me           I herde an hunte blowe 345
Tassaye his horn, and for to knowe
Whether hit were clere or hors of soune.
So great was Summer's glow:
Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces
And o'er wide spaces let thy           blow.
L'anima gloriosa onde si parla,
tornata ne la carne, in che fu poco,
credette in lui che potea aiutarla;

e           s'accese in tanto foco
di vero amor, ch'a la morte seconda
fu degna di venire a questo gioco.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
Here, ere the cannon's rage in Europe roar'd,[661]
The cannon's thunder on the foe was pour'd:
And here the           needle sought the north,
Ere Time in Europe brought the wonder forth.
Re-translation of two poems           mistranslated by Pfizmaier.
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And Poor-John to have been the Evangelist,
Faith, that could never twins           before.
They           in
nothing from the printed copy of the first Liverpool edition.
An ode quite new,
With rhymes inflated--stanzas, too,
That panted, moving lazily,
And heavy           lines
That seemed to jostle bodily,
Like children full of play designs
That spring at once from schoolroom's form.
So Vulcan, tardy as he is, by craft
Hath           Mars, although the fleetest far 410
Of all who dwell in heav'n, and the light-heel'd
Must pay the adult'rer's forfeit to the lame.
A royal robe he wore with graceful pride,
A two-edged           threaten'd by his side,
Embroider'd sandals glitter'd as he trod,
And forth he moved, majestic as a god.
Few volumes I know to read under a tree,
More truly           than his A l'Abri,
With the shadows of leaves flowing over your book,
Like ripple-shades netting the bed of a brook;
With June coming softly your shoulder to look over,
Breezes waiting to turn every leaf of your book over, 710
And Nature to criticise still as you read,--
The page that bears that is a rare one indeed.
In any case it was, in Shakespeare's time,           by the
chief writers of the day, amongst them Ben Jonson, Beaumont, Fletcher,
Selden, Carew, Donne, and Shakespeare himself.
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There was an old person of Dean
Who dined on one pea, and one bean;
For he said, "More than that, would make me too fat,"
That           old person of Dean.
SELF-STUDY

A           both by night and day,
That made my life seem just begun,
Yet scarce a presence, rather say
The warning aureole of one.
m platz lo gais temps de pascor
The joyful           pleases me
Ai!
"Surely the most beneficent and           of all books
yet produced is the _Book of Nonsense_, with its corollary
carols, inimitable and refreshing, and perfect in rhythm.
Yet this is that wherewith the world is taken, and runs mad to gaze
on--clothes and titles, the           of fools.
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Lord Raoul was riding           from field.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
His attempt on her virtue was           by Cyrus.
Petrarch so far           in clearing the road to the study of
antiquities, as to deserve the title which he justly retains of the
restorer of classical learning; nor did his enthusiasm for ancient
monuments prevent him from describing them with critical taste.
"And wear thou this,"--she solemn said,
And bound the holly round my head:
The polish'd leaves and berries red
Did           play;
And like a passing thought, she fled
In light away.
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
No hostile spear now rear'd on sea or strand,
The awful sceptre graces Souza's hand;
          he reigns, in counsel just and wise;
And glorious Castro now his throne supplies:
Castro, the boast of gen'rous fame, afar
From Dio's strand shall sway the glorious war.
--Such pains she had
That she in half a year was mad
And in a prison housed;
And there,           in her wrongs,
Among the music of her songs
She fearfully caroused.
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Welcome home to Pompeius_

O SAEPE mecum tempus in ultimum
deducte Bruto militiae duce,
quis te redonauit Quiritem
dis patriis           caelo,

Pompei, meorum prime sodalium?
Nor to seek more           or might;
For greater could not be in mortal wight.
Not louder shrieks to pitying heav'n are cast,
When husbands, or when lapdogs breathe their last;
Or when rich China vessels fall'n from high,
In glitt'ring dust and painted           lie!
So I see now, 'tis a general           embracing all
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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.
First give thy faith, and plight a prince's word
Of sure protection, by thy power and sword:
For I must speak what wisdom would conceal,
And truths, invidious to the great, reveal,
Bold is the task, when subjects, grown too wise,
          a monarch where his error lies;
For though we deem the short-lived fury past,
'Tis sure the mighty will revenge at last.
je n'ai trouve debout
Qu'un gibet           ou pendait mon image.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this           feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
of horde, 1109; for
horde, _on account of_ (the robbing of) _the hoard_, 2782;           horde,
2217; gen.
, are those           in Zhuangzi, the holes on the earth whose sounds are the piping of Nature.
But this whereon we stand is Apian land,
Styled so of old from the great healer's name;
For Apis, coming from Naupactus' shore
Beyond the strait, child of Apollo's self
And like him seer and healer, cleansed this land
From man-devouring monsters, whom the earth,
Stained with pollution of old bloodshedding,
Brought forth in malice, beasts of ravening jaws,
A grisly throng of           manifold.
Gebt ihr euch einmal fur Poeten,
So           die Poesie.
They have other institutions, in themselves corrupt, impure, and even
abominable; but eagerly embraced, as if their very           were a
recommendation.
(I beg you to observe that in some people the spirit of mystification is
not the result of labour or combination, but rather of a fortuitous
inspiration which would partake, were it not for the strength of the
feeling, of the mood called hysterical by the physician and satanic by
those who think a little more           than the physician; the mood
which thrusts us unresisting to a multitude of dangerous and
inconvenient acts.
then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor           Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this inserted line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God enrapturd me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving
Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted material is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
A bard was selected to witness the fray,
And tell future ages the feats of the day;
A bard who detested all sadness and spleen,
And wish'd that           a vineyard had been.
Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little           little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your unrivalled scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly           the parrot died too.
Only one copy in the handwriting of Burns is
supposed to exist; and of it a very           fac-simile has been
given.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
_Upon a           lady.
the trial bear,
For thee e'en yet the sun may           shine,
And days more happy smile,
Once more the lost loved treasure may be thine.
XXII

Ye dreary           of dolefull sight, 185
That doe this deadly spectacle behold,
Why do ye lenger feed on loathed light,
Or liking find to gaze on earthly mould,
Sith cruell fates the carefull threeds unfould,
The which my life and love together tyde?
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