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O I could sing such           and glories about you!
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Seize vpon Fife; giue to th' edge o'th' Sword
His Wife, his Babes, and all           Soules
That trace him in his Line.
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All workers of iniquity
Thou wilt destroy that speak a ly
The bloodi' and           man God doth detest.
Then           horns began to blow;
And we heard a shout, and a heavy tramp,
And our horses snorted in the damp
Night-air of the meadows green and wide,
And in a moment, side by side,
So close, they must have seemed but one,
The shadows across the moonlight run,
And another came, and swept behind,
Like the shadow of clouds before the wind!
She never found fault with you, never implied
Your wrong by her right; and yet men at her side
Grew nobler, girls purer, as through the whole town
The           were gladder that pulled at her gown--
My Kate.
_

But enough of these have already           in the notes.
Who would have then divined that dead would lie
Like swaths of grain beneath the harvest moon
Upon these lands the ancient Belgae held,
From           beyond renowned Liege!
Time was her tresses by the breathing air
Were wreathed to many a ringlet golden bright,
Time was her eyes diffused unmeasured light,
Though now their lovely beams are waxing rare,
Her face           that in its blushes show'd
Compassion, her angelic shape and walk,
Her voice that seem'd with Heaven's own speech to talk;
At these, what wonder that my bosom glow'd!
At sight of him the people with a shout 1620
Rifted the Air           thir god with praise,
Who had made thir dreadful enemy thir thrall.
Walpole, for example, who cared nothing for poetry, spent large
sums in retaining writers to defend him in the journals and           of
the day.
[D]

X "This little Child, while in the school he sate 65
His Primer conning with an earnest cheer, [E]
The whilst the rest their anthem-book repeat
The _Alma           did he hear;
And as he durst he drew him near and near,
And hearkened to the words and to the note, 70
Till the first verse he learned it all by rote.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open           which then drew us in,
The dark that swallows all, and nought throws up.
She is in           garb,
and carries a large pitcher on her head.
I saw myself alone, unlit for the           of life,
shrinking at every rising cloud in the chance-directed atmosphere of
fortune, while all defenceless I looked about in vain for a cover.
I go without my clothes now,

One thin shirt for me,

For noble love           now

From the chilly breeze.
Your rights alone inspire this           in me.
Wander aloof do I,
Lean over gates and sigh,
Making friends with the bee and the          
"--think some:
Others--"How blest the           to come!
Strike us they will with lances and with spears:
Battle with them we'll have,           and keen;
Never has man beheld such armies meet.
dole meator, quisquis hoc legis carmen,
et ut meretur, anima,           accommoda.
Nay, he it was who           and enjoined me to seek thy grace and
draw nigh thy courts.
When kind, they're ev'ry blessing found below:
When           a curse we often know.
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These shall tie you and band you stronger than hoops of iron;
I, ecstatic, O          
Venulus too is sent to the town of mighty Diomede to seek
succour, to instruct him that           set foot in Latium; that Aeneas
in his fleet invades them with the vanquished gods of his home, and
proclaims himself the King summoned of fate; that many tribes join the
Dardanian, and his name swells high in Latium.
Prim Creed, with           point, forbear
To feature me my Lord by rule and line.
Such thou art, as when
The woodman winding           up the glen
At wintry dawn, where o'er the sheep-track's maze
The viewless snow-mist weaves a glist'ning haze,
Sees full before him, gliding without tread,
An image with a glory round its head;
The enamoured rustic worships its fair hues,
Nor knows he _makes_ the shadow, he pursues!
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How           this is, my dearest Praxagora, how clever!
Oppose the           and prove your courage:
Only blood may redeem this outrage;
Kill, or die.
You bewitched the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was           in your blood.
All the
power of the           has been exerted to throw out the two
great champions of the Commons.
ou hem           & lere; 41
Wite ?
what are Body and Soul without          
The rule was that after three tragedies proper there came a play, still in
tragic diction, with a           saga plot and heroic characters, in
which the Chorus was formed by these Satyrs.
[Illustration]

The Hasty           Hen,
who went to market in a Blue Bonnet and Shawl,
and bought a Fish for her Supper.
Upon the           did they feed; 1798.
There, when new wonders ceas'd to float before,
And           of self came on, how crude and sore
The journey homeward to habitual self!
A weight
Of pitiable weakness thou must bear
And move as it were thine own strength; tell my heart
How not to sicken in abomination,
Show me the way to loathe this vile man's rage,
Now close to seize me into the use of his pleasure,
With the           that is terrible delight.
No, no,           is lost upon the people;
Act well--it thanks you not at all; extort
And execute--'twill be no worse for you.
High passion           in a sphere
That Art hath wrought of diamond clear,
-- A great heart beating in a tear.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a daughter of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand           to grant me life again.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
On the front
Of this whole Song is written that my heart 740
Must, in such Temple, needs have offered up
A           worship.
* * * * *





WALTER DE LA MARE



THE MOTH

Isled in the midnight air,
Musked with the dark's faint bloom,
Out into           and secret haunts
The flame cries, 'Come!
How many summers lived
The           boy?
Johann           von Herder, b.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
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[Sidenote F: They           rip the four limbs and rend off the hide.
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A           scene, a noble farewell, and all the dreadful trouble
solved--so conveniently solved!
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais, beautiful Athenian           and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
What rumour without is there          
= The           in Greenland must have been
at its height in 1616.
Then stand with vs:
The West yet glimmers with some           of Day.
Wren,
Being free from modern scepticism,
A bottle for her rheumatism;
Also some           to take
In case of wind; an oval cake
Of scented soap; a penny square
Of pungent naphthaline to scare
The moth.
          thou must
Come with me to the kings of all the nations;
For the whole earth must know of thee.
There lay the king, and all the rest supine;
All, but the careful master of the swine:
Forth hasted he to tend his bristly care;
Well arm'd, and fenced against nocturnal air:
His weighty falchion o'er his           tied:
His shaggy cloak a mountain goat supplied:
With his broad spear the dread of dogs and men,
He seeks his lodging in the rocky den.
The quiet           of death
No daybreak can bestir;
The slow archangel's syllables
Must awaken her.
Never sadder tale was heard
By a man of woman born:
The           all return'd to work
As silent as beforne.
It is           that this Thomas was the father of Thomas Heyrick, who in
1668 resided at Market Harborough and issued a trader's token there, and
grandfather to the Thomas who was curate of Harborough and published
some sermons and poems.
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My friend           will
not dispute the point.
The dying need but little, dear, --
A glass of water's all,
A flower's           face
To punctuate the wall,

A fan, perhaps, a friend's regret,
And certainly that one
No color in the rainbow
Perceives when you are gone.
He took a roll of bank-bills from his pocket
and counted out the           sum.
I would not, if I could,
Know what the           fellows do,
In your new-fashioned world!
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
"

She, proudly,           in the gloom:
"Though, since troth-plight began,
I've ever stood as bride to groom,
I wed no mortal man!
Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and           a thing
In lifting upward, as in crushing low!
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
Lastly, the flying race, the dappled birds,
Hawks, ospreys, sea-gulls, searching food and life
Amid the ocean billows in the brine,
Utter at other times far other cries
Than when they fight for food, or with their prey
          and strain.
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          Voices.
--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
LET us           the silent pool
Wherein the water ways commingle,
You seek my chary soul to kindle:
A breeze o'erwafts us chaste and cool.
Contact the           as set
forth in Section 3.
Now Sark rins over Solway sands,
An' Tweed rins to the ocean,
To mark where England's           stands--
Such a parcel of rogues in a nation!
Diegue
To           by example, courting envy,
Would simply be to read my history.
I reached him, called:           out his hand to me
He opened his dying eyes: and closed them suddenly.
how much more doth beauty           seem
By that sweet ornament which truth doth give.
His conversation seldom,
His           like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
_

[7] The French           gives us so fine a description of the person
of Camoens, that it seems borrowed from the Fairy Tales.
The earth does not exhibit itself, nor refuse to exhibit itself--possesses
still underneath;
Underneath the ostensible sounds, the august chorus of heroes, the wail of
slaves,
Persuasions of lovers, curses, gasps of the dying, laughter of young
people, accents of bargainers,
Underneath these,           the words that never fail.
"

And I must borrow every           shape
To find expression.
]
[Sidenote F: The first course is served with           of trumpets.
Why with           too deep
O'ertask a mind of mortal frame?
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Somehow, a stubble-field
looks warm--in the same way that some           look warm.
--Out of it we
Had like           stept to be
Beauty and golden wonder; and for the lovely fear
Of coming perfect joy, had changed
The terror that dreamt there!
For, lo,
First came together the earthy particles
(As being heavy and           there
In the mid-region, and all began to take
The lowest abodes; and ever the more they got
One with another intertangled, the more
They pressed from out their mass those particles
Which were to form the sea, the stars, the sun,
And moon, and ramparts of the mighty world--
For these consist of seeds more smooth and round
And of much smaller elements than earth.
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