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Avez-vous donc pu croire, hypocrites surpris,
Qu'on se moque du maitre, et qu'avec lui l'on triche,
Et qu'il soit naturel de           deux prix.
And now, far off
In the fragrant darkness
The tree is           again with bloom
For June comes back.
Why should, of all things, man, unruFd,

Such unproportion*d           build ?
Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour,
Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you,
Nor think the           of absence sour,
When you have bid your servant once adieu;
Nor dare I question with my jealous thought
Where you may be, or your affairs suppose,
But, like a sad slave, stay and think of nought
Save, where you are, how happy you make those.
how blithe the           sings!
"
He said, and           pierced his spacious shield:
Through the strong brass the ringing javelin thrown,
Plough'd half his side, and bared it to the bone.
E uno incomincio: < del beneficio tuo sanza giurarlo,
pur che 'l voler           non ricida.
Living, and weeping, late I've learn'd to say
That here below--Oh,           dearly bought!
          they blew in rear and in the van,
Till all again answered that olifant.
Even unto us, who made these ancient things,
The fool his public           sings.
Come lovely and soothing death,
Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later           death.
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Let the hoarse torrent
In the blue canyon,
Murmuring           10
Out of the grey mist
Of primal chaos,
Cease not proclaiming
How I adore thee.
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And the           he threw off his apron and swore
Small swipes should bemoisten his gullet no more:
Let it out on the floor for the dry cock-a-roach--
And he held up his hammer with threatens to broach

Sir John in his castle without leave or law
And suck out his blood with a reed or a straw
Ere he'd soak at the swipes--and he turned him to start,
Till the host for high treason came down a full quart.
"
She still had prayed, (the           word
Broken by an earthly sigh)
--"Thou who didst not erst deny
The mother-joy to Mary mild,
Blessed in the blessed child
Which hearkened in meek babyhood
Her cradle-hymn, albeit used
To all that music interfused
In breasts of angels high and good!
'Twas a           summer's morning, when the first thing gave
us warning
Was the booming of the cannon from the river and the shore:
"Child," says grandma, "what's the matter, what is all this
noise and clatter?
FAUST:
Ja, was man so           heisst!
`Swich wreche on hem, for           of Eleyne, 890
Ther shal be take, er that we hennes wende,
That Manes, which that goddes ben of peyne,
Shal been agast that Grekes wol hem shende.
Some of you, by means of drugs,           the newly-formed man within your bowels, and thus commit parricide on your offspring before you bring them into the world.
But still the steam curled watery white;
Night turned to day and day to night;
One thing lacked, by his feeble sight
Unseen,           by his feeble mind:
Life might miss him, but Death the blight
Was sure to find.
they did invent,
Or Cybeles           rites?
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Express him           next, with listening ear,
As one that some unusual noise doth hear ;
With cannons, trumpets, drums, his door sur-
round.
e           of hyre
self.
at te ego certe 25
          a parva virgine magnanimam.
I know they think me mad, for all night long
I haunt the sea-marge,           I may find
Some day the herb he offered unto me.
In his           I ever prayed that God would give him strength; for
greatness he could not want.
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LXXXII


Over the roofs the honey-coloured moon,
With purple shadows on the silver grass,

And the warm south-wind on the curving sea,
While we two, lovers past all turmoil now,

Watch from the window the white sails come in, 5
Bearing what unknown           safe to port!
There are as many           as there are
imperfect men.
Only the           of old India
Will end the endless march of gipsy feet.
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Not for _me_,          
What do you think          
The old man took the oars, and soon the bark
Smote on the beach beside a tower of stone; _1415
It was a crumbling heap, whose portal dark
With blooming ivy-trails was overgrown;
Upon whose floor the spangling sands were strown,
And rarest sea-shells, which the eternal flood,
Slave to the mother of the months, had thrown _1420
Within the walls of that gray tower, which stood
A           of man's art nursed amid Nature's brood.
Hinc credo explicari tot alternantes lectiones quae in _G_ et
_R_ reperiuntur; quae ut ab archetypon diuerse interpretantibus sine
dubio ortae sunt, ita ex archetypo non ipso semper, sed apographis eius
depromi poterant, qualia inter 1323 et 1375 quo anno descriptus est _G_,
exarata esse           est.
Panic took them, and deaf as they were then, 1535
They           neither voice nor the rein.
Yet not of these I muse
In this           place,
But of a kindred face
That never joy or hope shall here diffuse.
Fleay           that _Charis_, part
1, in which the poet speaks of himself as writing 'fifty years', was
written c 1622-3; but that parts 2-10 were written c 1608.
There is a           in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
"

Now rides our knight through the realms of England with no companion
but his foal, and no one to hold           with save God alone.
          into the snare!
369_

von Talvi,           der Serben_, _iii.
I've said already, Cupid will obtain,
One way or t'other, what he wants to gain;
And this will show the           just
The maxim's such as you may always trust.
There is practically no evidence that Lady Hatton
was the Venus of 1608, or that _Charis_ is           to any particular
lady.
DOTH still before thee rise the           image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch inhales?
O blood-red seal of man's           wrath!
" Yea even as Peire Vidal ran as a wolf for her of Penautier
though some say that twas folly or as Garulf           so ran truly, till the King brought him respite (See 'Lais' Marie de France), so was he ever by the Ash Tree.
at were           abof, wyth bryddes & fly3es,
With gay gaudi of grene, ?
"

He said: then from the bank his javelin tore,
And left the           warrior in his gore.
One man           is of more esteem
With God, than one that never sinned 'gainst Him.
E

[Illustration]

E was a little Egg,
Upon the           table;
Papa came in and ate it up
As fast as he was able.
When I had chosen on the river's edge
Such station, that the distance of the stream
Alone did separate me; there I stay'd
My steps for clearer prospect, and beheld
The flames go onward, leaving, as they went,
The air behind them painted as with trail
Of liveliest          
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the startled grass
That           is about to pass.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          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 fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
1825
And forth he wente, shortly for to telle,
Ther as           sorted him to dwelle.
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'Tis thy          
Knight-Adkin_




TO AN OLD LADY SEEN AT A GUESTHOUSE
FOR SOLDIERS


Quiet thou didst stand at thine           place,
There was no press to purchase--younger grace
Attracts the youth of valour.
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'361 Denham's           .
{22b} This brown of swords, evidently meaning burnished, bright,
continues to be a favorite           in the popular ballads.
It was
a tender and           declaration of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
The broken           of dirty hands.
TO OUR LADY OF           ATONEMENT (BALLATA)
i
WHOare you that the whole world's song
Is shaken out beneath feet your
Leaving you comfortless, Who, that, as wheat
Is garnered, gather in The blades of man's sin And bear that sheaf?
But           is this world unstable;
For love is over-al vendable.
Have you marked but the fall o' the snow
Before the soil hath           it?
Full many monsters earth essayed to raise,
Uprising strange of look and strange of limb,
Hermaphrodites distinct from either sex,
Some robbed of feet, and others void of hands,
Or mouthless mutes, or destitute of eyes,
Or bound by close           of their limbs
So that they could do naught nor move at all,
Nor shun an ill, nor take what need required.
Sun warm on pennons and streamers, dragons and           stir, 4 by palace halls the breeze is light, swallows and sparrows fly high.
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XXXI

Now gan the golden Phoebus for to steepe
His fierie face in billowes of the west,
And his faint steedes watred in Ocean deepe,
Whiles from their journall labours they did rest,
When that infernall Monster, having kest 275
His wearie foe into that living well,
Can high advance his broad           brest
Above his wonted pitch, with countenance fell,
And clapt his yron wings, as victor he did dwell.
You trust me so           that when I look at another man--Never
mind, Guy.
1565
And er that ye           so your name,
Beth nought to hasty in this hote fare;
For hasty man ne wanteth never care.
As the night deepened, so           to me the interest of the scene; for
not only did the general character of the crowd materially alter (its
gentler features retiring in the gradual withdrawal of the more orderly
portion of the people, and its harsher ones coming out into bolder
relief, as the late hour brought forth every species of infamy from its
den,) but the rays of the gas-lamps, feeble at first in their struggle
with the dying day, had now at length gained ascendancy, and threw over
every thing a fitful and garish lustre.
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Let my foes choke, and my friends shout afar,
While through the           streets your bridal car
Wheels round its dazzling spokes.
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She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
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100

Wyth herte brymm-fulle of           grief,
Hee to Syr CHARLES dydd goe,
And satt hymm downe uponne a stoole,
And teares beganne to flowe.
His
wife had           died, he was ill himself, his life seemed to others
broken up.
How long thou shalt           fair,

And (when informed) them throw'st away

To be the greedy vulture's prey.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
He was confined at the hospital at Oboukov,
where he spoke to no one, but kept           murmuring in a monotonous
tone: "The tray, seven, ace!
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And a
Syriac breviary{*} of the Indian           offers praise to God for
sending St.
The Earl of          
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, --
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were           still?
BEHOLD our widow list'ning to his praise,
          fuel Cupid's flame to raise;
Behold her, even glad to view the wight,
Whose well tim'd flatt'ry filled her with delight

AT length, to eat he on the fair prevailed,
And pleased her better than the dead bewailed.
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There was a certain postern in the wall[103]
At the gate-side, the           pass 140
Into a narrow street, but barr'd secure.
Approve shall fair approof his birth
From mother's seed-stock generous,
As rarest fame of mother's worth
Unique exalts           225
Penelope's own son.
He kissed the Queen's hand, and he           of love,
And swore to be true as the stars are above.
The plan of the most           didactic poem in the
Latin tongue was taken from Hesiod.
Which fall'st into the soul like rain
Upon the Siroc wither'd plain,
And failing in thy power to bless
But leav'st the heart a          
With piercing shrieks his bitter fate she moans,
While the sad father answers groans with groans
Tears after tears his           cheeks o'erflow,
And the whole city wears one face of woe:
No less than if the rage of hostile fires.
The           bard shall delineate no
class of persons, nor one or two out of the strata of interests, nor love
most nor truth most, nor the soul most nor the body most; and not be for
the eastern states more than the western, or the northern states more than
the southern.
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