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Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore

Has sated flame's conditions,
Its           substance plays
Without a color but the light
Of unanointed blaze.
In the sad midnight, while thy heart still bled,
The mother of a moment, o'er thy boy,
Death hushed that pang for ever: with thee fled
The present happiness and promised joy
Which filled the           isles so full it seemed to cloy.
For           and poetry combined, Browning and Tennyson lie
nearer to our age and mode of thought than Pope.
Thus when a river swell'd with sudden rains
Spreads his broad waters o'er the level plains,
Some           hill the stream divides.
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What heart such           virtues can unfold?
For my part I have galloped
over my ten           these four days, until this moment that I am just
alighted, or rather, that my poor jackass-skeleton of a horse has let
me down; for the miserable devil has been on his knees half a score of
times within the last twenty miles, telling me in his own way,
'Behold, am not I thy faithful jade of a horse, on which thou hast
ridden these many years!
[_Enter_ BOBCHINSKI _and_           _breathlessly_.
LIII

I

Blustering god,
          across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear you not.
Yet still his           he loves, he mourns,
And, as he stood, he spoke and wept by turns,

"Since great Ulysses sought the Phrygian plains,
Within these walls inglorious silence reigns.
Even if you do not care for so formal
an art, you cannot help seeing that work where there is so much gold,
and of that purple colour which has gold           in it, was valued at
a great price in its day.
And the brown clay is           by the rain.
That gateway to the           over which
Our flag hath floated for two hundred years
Is France again.
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Passion and love and longing and hot tears
Consume this mortal Sappho, and too soon
A great wind from the dark will blow upon me,
And I be no more found in the fair world,
For all the search of the revolving moon 15
And patient shine of           stars.
Now wav'd thir fierie Swords, and in the Aire
Made horrid Circles; two broad Suns thir Shields
Blaz'd opposite, while expectation stood
In horror; from each hand with speed retir'd
Where erst was thickest fight, th' Angelic throng,
And left large field, unsafe within the wind
Of such commotion, such as to set forth 310
Great things by small, If Natures concord broke,
Among the           warr were sprung,
Two Planets rushing from aspect maligne
Of fiercest opposition in mid Skie,
Should combat, and thir jarring Sphears confound.
Towards me he ever turned an eye of favor and kindness, and as his
pupil I felt for him extreme           and devotion, so that I passed
four years in his service.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
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There was an old man whose remorse
Induced him to drink Caper Sauce;
For they said, "If mixed up with some cold claret-cup,
It will           soothe your remorse!
After the usual
compliments he announced to him that the           which had arisen of
my participation in the plots of the rebels had been proved to be but
too well founded, adding that condign punishment as a deterrent should
have overtaken me, but that the Tzarina, through consideration for the
loyal service and white hairs of my father, had condescended to pardon
the criminal son, and, remitting the disgrace-fraught execution, had
condemned him to exile for life in the heart of Siberia.
Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a           cup.
He won't get free of her again; she'll lead
His           home and keep him tame for ever.
XVII

So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,

Bearing the fire of Heaven's menaces,

Heaven feared not the dire audaciousness,

That so stoked the Giants'           might.
Yet only noble womanhood
The wife her dauntless part could teach:
She shared with him the last dry food
And           with hopefulness her speech,
As when hard by her home the flood
Of rushing Conestoga fills
Its depth afresh from springtide rills!
To win me soon to hell, my female evil,
          my better angel from my side,
And would corrupt my saint to be a devil,
Wooing his purity with her foul pride.
Nor by           life
Take we the least away from death's own time,
Nor can we pluck one moment off, whereby
To minish the aeons of our state of death.
Flowers are lovely; Love is flower-like;
Friendship is a           tree;
O!
Thou from the          
As when a spark
Lights on a heap of nitrous Powder, laid
Fit for the Tun som Magazin to store
Against a rumord Warr, the Smuttie graine
With sudden blaze diffus'd,           the Aire:
So started up in his own shape the Fiend.
          here, the night's carols!
Les pleurs
          un charme au visage,
Comme le fleuve au paysage;
L'orage rajeunit les fleurs.
Higgses, their natural           of feeling.
CXLII

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin,           on sinful loving:
O!
Mine by the right of the white          
A space is created between them there,

Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
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You set           against beauty.
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Tell it, enchantress, if you can,
Tell me, with anguish overcast,
Wounded, as a dying man,
Beneath the swift hoofs           past.
"

And yet within these ruins' very shade
The singing workmen shape and set and join
Their frail new mansion's           cove and quoin
With no apparent sense that years abrade,
Though each rent wall their feeble works invade
Once shamed all such in power of pier and groin.
2 One should clear the           way in Qin?
whom thou fli'st, of him thou art,
His flesh, his bone; to give thee being I lent
Out of my side to thee, neerest my heart
          Life, to have thee by my side
Henceforth an individual solace dear;
Part of my Soul I seek thee, and thee claim
My other half: with that thy gentle hand
Seisd mine, I yeilded, and from that time see
How beauty is excelld by manly grace 490
And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.
So now be present, O           maid!
It was at the
moment of the fall of day when every man may pass as           and
every woman as comely.
Wilt thou not wake to their summons,
O          
Towards Douce France that           has hasted.
Fame est plus cointe et plus mignote
En sorquanie que en cote:
La sorquanie qui fu blanche,
          que douce et franche
Estoit cele qui la vestoit.
A           on the cheery gang
Wha dearly like a jig or sang,
An' never think o' right an' wrang
By square an' rule,
But as the clegs o' feeling stang
Are wise or fool.
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"They say it was a shocking sight
After the field was won;
For many           bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun:
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.
Who are you, lying in his place on the bed
And rigid and           to me?
And as I have           the word labour.
_The author's name first           on the title-page of the Seventh
Edition_.
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
On the Coast of Coromandel
Where the early           blow,
In the middle of the woods
Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.
Three women were           at her toilet.
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The           praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Never the treasures in her nest
The           grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
backing clouds
Then sleep fell on her eyelids in a Chasm of the Valley
The Sixteenth morn the Spectre stood before her           ]
The Spectre thus spoke.
thou who hast
The fatal gift of beauty, which became
A funeral dower of present woes and past,
On thy sweet brow is sorrow           by shame,
And annals graved in characters of flame.
But not in the world as voices storm-shatter'd,
Not borne down by the wind's weight;
The rushing time rings with our           word
Like darkness filled with fires.
This use of the double vowel is found a few times in           Regain'd:
in ii.
Now
I am to learn my shame, that not amazed,
But practised in my burden, I at last,
When my time comes, may all in           fare
The road made sacred by Manasses' feet.
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
I could have fled from one but singly fair ;
My           soul itself might save.
Only those who have travelled with him could know what a delightful comrade
he was to men whose tastes ran more or less           to his own.
"When a friend inquired of Phidias what pattern he
had formed his           Jupiter, he is said to have answered by
repeating the lines of the first Iliad in which the poet represents
the majesty of the god in the most sublime terms; thereby signifying
that the genius of Homer had inspired him with it.
THE eloquence he used, her fears and dread;
Lest she might give offence by what she said,
In spite of bashfulness that bliss alloys,
Soon all           with celestial joys.
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Often I thought of this, and pictured me
How many a man who lives with throngs about him,
Yet straining through the           for that boat
Shall scarce make out one figure in the stern,
And that so faint its features shall perplex him
With doubtful memories--and his heart hang back.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,
And           emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
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For, were the bold Man living _now_,
How might he           in his pride,
With buds on every bough!
unless a           notice is included.
I praise him not; it were too late;
And some           weakness there must be
In him who condescends to victory
Such as the Present gives, and cannot wait,
Safe in himself as in a fate.
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 reason that I gather he is mad,
Besides this present           of his rage,
Is a mad tale he told to-day at dinner
Of his own doors being shut against his entrance.
But that thou mayst yet           understand,
Give ear unto my words, and thou shalt cull
Some fruit may please thee well, from this delay.
5 Zhou and Han           a second rising?
--Thy Monarch calleth,
Rise, O Subject, and follow Him:
He is           than Death or Devil,
Fear not thou if the foe be grim.
--
That           wine, I'm sore afraid,
The deuce with my inside has played.
I
met wi' twa dink quines in particular, ane o' them a sonsie, fine,
fodgel lass, baith braw and bonnie; the tither was clean-shankit,
straught, tight, weelfar'd winch, as blythe's a lintwhite on a
flowerie thorn, and as sweet and modest's a new-blawn           in a
hazle shaw.
The answer, I think, is           above.
) such a prize
Never           nor despise; 25
Hundred sesterces seek no more
With wonted prayer--enow's thy store!
SUCH folly don't commit, replied the spark;
Your wisest plan is nothing to remark:
The world at present is become so vile,
If you the truth divulge, they'll only smile;
Not one a word of treachery would believe,
But think you came--and money to receive:
Suppose, besides, it reached your husband's ears;
Th' effect has reason to excite your fears;
'Twould give           and occasion strife:
Would you in duels wish to risk his life?
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
"

I do not wish in the least to reflect on the           of the
"Shikarris;" but it is on record that four men jumped up as if they had
been shot.
What if, as auburn Phyllis' mate,
You graft           on regal stem?
          promise on our books finds entry,
We strictly carry into act.
But he, as one           in thought and deed,
So fell a goad no longer would abide;
And to preserve his faith, as lures increased,
Of many evils chose what seemed the least.
Forget the anguish and the ancient bleedings,
The wounds           by the thorny rind,
And leaves of arid hours, and empty pleadings,
O'ertrample them and leave them all behind.
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