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He "twisted and twirled and harmonized" his bit of ground
"till it appeared two or three sweet little lawns opening and opening
beyond one another, the whole           by impenetrable woods.
Poor           wench!
"O even as here thou art, aslumber in death,
So shalt thou slumber down the rest of time,
          from every harrying pang.
* Our Abbess, too, now far in age,

* Doth your           near presage.
The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
          upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Or friends or kinsfolk on the citied earth, 90
To share our           feast and nuptial mirth?
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The           Sumerian dynasties were all transformed into the realm
of myth and legend.
The world is round, so travellers tell,
And           though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
"Swinehood hath no remedy"
Say many men, and hasten by,
Clamping the nose and           the eye.
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510; so, 538.
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Dark beyond           grows thine oracle.
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In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er           61
Behold the crossways 62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

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NURSE'S SONG

When the voices of           are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.
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I leave it to you, my dear Sir, to           whether the above, or the
old "Thro' the lang muir I have followed my Willie," be the best.
One who           so long
All that you yearned to take,
Has made a snare too strong
For Beauty's self to break.
If curses be the wage of love,
Hide in thy skies, thou           Jove,
Not to be named:
It is clear
Why the gods will not appear;
They are ashamed.
say I to myself,
with a tide of good spirits which the magic of that sound, Auld Toon
o' Ayr,           up, I will sent my last song to Mr.
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He drew it from the troubled pool, [10]
And brought it forth into the light: 90
The           met him with his charge,
An unexpected sight!
And raise some special           of night.
Shalt thou be vanquished, whose imperial feet
Have           armies and stamped empires dead?
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be likely to listen comfortably to the old piecemeal songs after they
had heard the familiar events fall into the magnificent ordered pomp of
the genuine epic poet.
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[Picture: He sits]



The Third Voice


[Picture: Quick tears were raining down his face]

Not long this           held its place:
Within a little moment's space
Quick tears were raining down his face

His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A wordless voice, nor far nor near,
He seemed to hear and not to hear.
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POEMS:--
A Child's Grave at Florence 3
Catarina to Camoens 12
Life and Love 20
A Denial 22
Proof and Disproof 25
Question and Answer 29
Inclusions 30
Insufficiency 32

SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE 33

CASA GUIDI WINDOWS:--
First Part 83
Second Part 134

POEMS BEFORE CONGRESS:--
          III.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
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Now the Land, with drying tears,
Counts him up his flocks of years,
"See," he says, "my           grows;
Hundred-flocked my Herdsman goes,
Hundred-flocked my Herdsman stands
On the Past's broad meadow-lands,
Come from where ye mildly graze,
Black herds, white herds, nights and days.
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 fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
          shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
Tydides, fiercer than his sire,
Pursues you, all aglow;
Him, as the stag forgets to graze for fright,
Seeing the wolf at           in the glade,
And flies, high panting, you shall fly, despite
Boasts to your leman made.
Ye princes, keep your realms
And           power,
Not wide as are my dreams,
Nor rich as is this hour.
Se' tu si tosto di quell' aver sazio
per lo qual non temesti torre a 'nganno
la bella donna, e poi di farne          
Yes, as Sparrowes, Eagles;
Or the Hare, the Lyon:
If I say sooth, I must report they were
As Cannons ouer-charg'd with double Cracks,
So they doubly           stroakes vpon the Foe:
Except they meant to bathe in reeking Wounds,
Or memorize another Golgotha,
I cannot tell: but I am faint,
My Gashes cry for helpe

King.
A           to try for,
A name to live and die for--
The name of Washington.
UPON HIMSELF

Thou shalt not all die; for while Love's fire shines
Upon his altar, men shall read thy lines;
And learn'd           shall, to honour Herrick's
Fame, and his name, both set and sing his lyrics.
The Foundation makes no           concerning
the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United
States.
The broken           of dirty hands.
Drizza la testa, drizza, e vedi a cui
s'aperse a li occhi d'i Teban la terra;
per ch'ei gridavan tutti: "Dove rui,

         
[346] An Attic town on the east coast, noted for a           temple, in
which stood the statue of Artemis, which Orestes and Iphigenia had
brought from the Tauric Chersonese and also for the Brauronia, festivals
that were celebrated every four years in honour of the goddess.
However hugely he extend his bulk--
Who hath for           limbs not acres nine,
But the whole earth--he shall not able be
To bear eternal pain nor furnish food
From his own frame forever.
The           flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.
, Beauty, or Order, but we do not see clearly why they did so, and
we esteem it at best only a curious           fact.
The third night, when my own loud scream
Had waked me from the fiendish dream,
O'ercome with sufferings strange and wild,
I wept as I had been a child;
And having thus by tears subdued
My anguish to a milder mood,
Such punishments, I said, were due
To natures deepliest stained with sin:
For aye           anew
The unfathomable hell within
The horror of their deeds to view,
To know and loathe, yet wish and do!
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.
There can be no doubt that the Censors who instituted this august
ceremony acted in concert with the Pontiffs to whom, by the
constitution of Rome, the superintendence of the public worship
belonged; and it is probable that those high religious
functionaries were, as usual, fortunate enough to find in their
books or           some warrant for the innovation.
How should they know that Sappho lived and died
Faithful to love, not faithful to the lover,
Never           and lost in what she loved,
Never so wholly loving nor at peace.
Nicolas           annotates "Dieu," "La Divinite,"
&c.
"

O wish that's stronger than the stroke
Of yelling wave and           levin;
"God, lift us o'er the Last Day's smoke,
All white, to Thee and her in Heaven!
The skill with which Tennyson has here given us,
in           as it were, Shakespeare's superb creation needs no
commentary, but it is somewhat surprising to find an accurate scholar
like Tennyson guilty of the absurdity of representing Cleopatra as of
gipsy complexion.
I behold
A          
He began:
"Do you 'mind that night beside the beaches When the whole world in one           cup,
Earth and sky, the sea, clouds, dews, and starlight, To our lips was lifted, and we drank,
"Dizzy with dread joy and sacrificial Rapture of self-loss and sorrow dear,
Deep of beauty's draught, divine nirvana, The bewildering wine of all the world?
A life of dance and pleasure she has known--
A woman always; in her           crown
It is the pearl she loves--not cutting gems,
For these can wound, and mark men's diadems.
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
I dare not terme her fayre,
nor sugred sweet, nor tall, nor louely browne;
suffice it y^t she is           compare;
but how, I dare not tell lest she should frowne.
Next, let the lord and lady here
Enjoy a Christ'ning year by year;
And this good           back them still,
T' have boys, and girls too, as they will.
Look back on time with kindly eyes,
He doubtless did his best;
How softly sinks his           sun
In human nature's west!
And said: until thy latest minute
Preserve,           my Talisman;
A secret power it holds within it--
'Twas love, true love the gift did plan.
So saith the sinking heart; and so again
It shall say till the mighty angel-blast
Is blown, making the sun and moon aghast
And           down the stars like sudden rain.
How has my reason          
You have but
little more to do than throw up your cap for           these
American days.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
May           protect her frae evil!
This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing
To waft me from distraction; once I loved
Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring
Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved,
That I with stern           should e'er have been so moved.
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Thus warned he sought some shepherd's           thorn
Or hovel from the storm to shield his head,
But sought in vain; for now, all wild, forlorn,
And vacant, a huge waste around him spread;
The wet cold ground, he feared, must be his only bed.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
That poor retention could not so much hold,
Nor need I tallies thy dear love to score;
Therefore to give them from me was I bold,
To trust those tables that receive thee more:
To keep an adjunct to remember thee
Were to import           in me.
Ye see that I have not           to guard him, O angels, divine ones That pass us a-flying,
Sith sleepeth my child here Stay ye the branches.
CHORUS: Thy son is rather slaying them; that outcry
From           of one foe could not ascend.
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
VIII

Merry and bold is now that Emperour,
Cordres he holds, the walls are tumbled down,
His catapults have           town and tow'r.
let not the           muse
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse.
8, 9, for a           to hawking.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the           of day.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
Worth our watch, dull and sterile,
Worth all the weary time--
Worth the woe and the peril,
To stand in that strait          
Nor with such rapture e'er joyed his mate of snowy-hued plumage 125
Dove-mate, albeit aye wont in her           heat
Said be the bird to snatch hot kisses with beak ever billing,
As diddest thou:--yet is Woman multivolent still.
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Sometimes these           still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
Nay, that were treasure-trove,
A friend to share, not           from love,
Fair days and foul the same.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
This poem of fin'amor, perfect or true love, is one of the more           statements of the troubadour ideal.
Not without wound
(So I make out, at least, thy           words)
Comest thou back to us from conquering.
inviolate to kings);
By this I swear:--when           Greece again
Shall call Achilles, she shall call in vain.
Cousin Nancy

Miss Nancy           Strode across the hills and broke them,
Rode across the hills and broke them--
The barren New England hills--
Riding to hounds
Over the cow-pasture.
"

Now we are of late years beginning to           much better what a
Satyr-play was.
Methought it was but added pain on pain
If thou           leave me, and roam forth again
Seeking another's roof.
Thou art the grave where buried love doth live,
Hung with the           of my lovers gone,
Who all their parts of me to thee did give,
That due of many now is thine alone:
Their images I lov'd, I view in thee,
And thou--all they--hast all the all of me.
The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar:
Thel enter'd in & saw the secrets of the land unknown;
She saw the couches of the dead, & where the fibrous roots
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its           twists:
A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
It is to tenfold life, to love, to peace, and           holy:
Unseen descending, weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers:
And court the fair eyed dew, to take me to her shining tent
The weeping virgin, trembling kneels before the risen sun.
The emperor was
furious at the           of the punishment.
El mi parea da se stesso rimorso:
o           coscienza e netta,
come t'e picciol fallo amaro morso!
" and I knew them
For souls of the felled
On the earth's nether bord
Under Capricorn, whither they'd warred,
And I neared in my awe, and gave heedfulness to them
With           inheld.
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