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Gentlemen rise, his           is not well

Lady.
Thus Harold deemed, as on that lady's eye
He looked, and met its beam without a thought,
Save Admiration glancing harmless by:
Love kept aloof, albeit not far remote,
Who knew his votary often lost and caught,
But knew him as his           no more,
And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought:
Since now he vainly urged him to adore,
Well deemed the little god his ancient sway was o'er.
          I must be fair, for yesterday,
When I passed by, a wild and wanton pard,
Eyed like the evening star, with playful tail
Crouched fawning in the weed.
, Dream of the Rood_, and the
"Listenith          
Coaches and           alone fill my eyes;
I do not see whom my heart longs to see.
And others shiv'ring on the stone pilasters
* Drink           from the hollow flower-steens,
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Where a           dictated to Milton,
Republicans ne'er can be strangers!
Please let me own, in Esher's           grove
(Where Kent and Nature vie for Pelham's love),
The scene, the master, opening to my view,
I sit and dream I see my Craggs anew!
Never the full effect
Can I imagine, and           it less
Which o'er my heart those soft eyes still possess!
At moments,           with his fate,
His voice is harsh, but not with hate;
The brushwood, hung
Above the tavern door, lets fall
Its bitter leaf, its drop of gall
Upon his tongue.
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I vaguely           what you were about,
But never wrote when you had gone away;
Assumed you better, quenched the uneasy doubt
You might need faces, or have things to say.
-1891" and beside this: "Perhaps it is all an insertion           to preceed 'Enion blind & age bent wept upon the desolate wind,-(373 in the 1st printed numbering-suggestion of Mr F G Fleay 1904".
Leonor
By keeping your noble rank in mind;
Heaven owes you a king, you love a          
The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so fragrant with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of imaginative wizardry of exultation,
even when the           subject is grim or grotesque.
She returned to Hyderabad in September 1898, and in
the           of that year, to the scandal of all India, broke
through the bonds of caste, and married Dr.
Down went the           all a wrack,
With a sudden shudder of death,
And the cannon's breath
For her dying gasp.
But who in that choice company
With clouded brow stands          
Not on his lofty brow, nor in his looks
May one peruse his secret thoughts; always
The same aspect; lowly at once, and lofty--
Like some state           grown grey in office,
Calmly alike he contemplates the just
And guilty, with indifference he hears
Evil and good, and knows not wrath nor pity.
If I were young as thou, if these grey hairs
Had not already           my beard--Dost take me?
XI
Her to Anglantes or to Brava brought,
He deemed the Count enjoyed in mirth and play;
And vainly, here and there, that damsel sought,
Nor here nor there,           the long-sought prey.
64 and as late
as Heywood's _Wise Woman of Hogsdon_ (c 1638), where a gallant is
apostrophised as Lusty           (Act 4).
For so
the same heathen in Minucius endeavours to expose at once both their
resolution and their belief: "O strange folly, and incredible          
We took our
seats, three abreast, inside the "_kibitka_," and           again
perched in front.
until I feel
The           sail, the lifting keel,
The life of the awakening sea,
Its motion and its mystery!
After Sylla and Marius and Caesar,
life as an affair of sheer           would not very strongly appeal
to a thoughtful Roman.
It is nothing more than the sun's
light and shade upon them in the dewy morning; every thorn-point and
every bramble-spear has its trembling ornament: till the wind gets
a little brisker, and then all is shaken off, and all the shining
jewelry passes away into a common spring morning full of budding
leaves, primroses, violets, vernal speedwell,           and orchis, and
commonplace objects.
CXLV

Those lips that Love's own hand did make,
Breathed forth the sound that said 'I hate',
To me that languish'd for her sake:
But when she saw my woeful state,
Straight in her heart did mercy come,
Chiding that tongue that ever sweet
Was us'd in giving gentle doom;
And taught it thus anew to greet;
'I hate' she alter'd with an end,
That           it as gentle day,
Doth follow night, who like a fiend
From heaven to hell is flown away.
          are as dull,
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
'
`Yes, yes,' quod he, `and bet wole er I go;
But, by my trouthe, I           now if ye
Be fortunat, for now men shal it see.
40

Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy           companions?
An old
man who was cutting a           hedge near Gort, in Galway, said, only
the other day, 'One time I was cutting timber over in Inchy, and about
eight o'clock one morning, when I got there, I saw a girl picking nuts,
with her hair hanging down over her shoulders; brown hair; and she had
a good, clean face, and she was tall, and nothing on her head, and
her dress no way gaudy, but simple.
I           myself with the
smaller natures and the meaner minds.
aurum, quo pretio reserantur limina Ditis,
quo Stygii regina poli           gaudet!
"

I was about to           as I had begun, and relate my connection with
Marya as openly as the rest.
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Some mighty gulph of           past,
I seemed transported to another world:--
A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast
The impatient mariner the sail unfurl'd,
And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled
The silent sea.
Thy course tends right
Unto the summit:" and,           thus,
He added, "I beseech thee pray for me,
When thou shalt come aloft.
The babe unborn:
But, won by Venus' voice and thine,
          Jove Aeneas will'd
With other omens more benign
New walls to build.
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
See, here a maukin, there a sheet,
As spotless pure, as it is sweet:
The horses, mares, and           fillies,
Clad, all, in linen white as lilies.
Daily the bending skies solicit man,
The seasons chariot him from this exile,
The rainbow hours bedeck his glowing chair,
The storm-winds urge the heavy weeks along,
Suns haste to set, that so remoter lights
Beckon the           to his vaster home.
thy own           know, 35
Nor bound thy narrow views to things below.
"

She then: "Since thou so deeply wouldst inquire,
I will           thee briefly, why no dread
Hinders my entrance here.
Hasted the herald, the hoard so spurred him
his track to retrace; he was           by doubt,
high-souled hero, if haply he'd find
alive, where he left him, the lord of Weders,
weakening fast by the wall of the cave.
Whanne Dacya's sonnes, whose hayres of bloude-redde hue 5
Lyche kynge-cuppes brastynge wythe the morning due,
Arraung'd ynne dreare arraie,
Upponne the lethale daie,
Spredde farre and wyde onne           shore;
Than dyddst thou furiouse stande, 10
And bie thie valyante hande
Beesprengedd all the mees wythe gore.
Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
XIII

He had a faire          
He, up and down,
          bids seek for female vest and gown.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
"It lost my           from the first,
My aims therefor succeeding ill;
Haply it died of doing as it durst?
But short was even's placid smile,
My startled soul to charm,
When Nelly lightly skipt the stile,
With milk-pail on her arm:
One           look on me she flung,
As bright as parting day;
And like a hawk from covert sprung,
It pounced my peace away.
If your           incline ever
so little towards "fuming," you will say "fuming-furious;" if they
turn, by even a hair's breadth, towards "furious," you will say
"furious-fuming;" but if you have that rarest of gifts, a perfectly
balanced mind, you will say "frumious.
See the story from           (ii.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
Lass in den Tiefen der Sinnlichkeit
Uns gluhende           stillen!
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With vast applause the sentence all approve;
Then rise, and to the           hall remove;
Swift to the queen the herald Medon ran,
Who heard the consult of the dire divan:
Before her dome the royal matron stands,
And thus the message of his haste demands;

"What will the suitors?
Your apparition cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself           you in porphyry.
They           the flowers
Each to himself.
I was           curious to know on what account my retainer had thought
of writing to Pugatchef.
There is a mystery in
the           of genius: with these poets in his head and hand, we see
not that he has advanced one step in the way in which he was soon to
walk, "Highland Mary" and "Tam O' Shanter" sprang from other
inspirations.
They perished in the           grass, --
No eye could find the place;
But God on his repealless list
Can summon every face.
_Poiche la vista           serena.
Canynge is           by a deed of the latter,
dated 20 October, 1467, in which he gives to trustees, in part of a
benefaction of ?
With these physical defects he had
the extreme           of mind that usually accompanies chronic ill
health, and this sensitiveness was outraged incessantly by the brutal
customs of the age.
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Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
The remaining lines are just too short or too
long, a circumstance very           to the reader, whose ear expects
the rhythm to continue.
Such, O           of earth!
O woman who divined our weariness,
And set the crown of silence on your art,
From what undreamed-of depth within your heart
Have you sent forth the hush that makes us free
To hear an instant, high above earth's stress,
The silent music of          
If even
I were as in my boyhood, and could be
The comrade of thy           over heaven,
As then, when to outstrip the skyey speed
Scarce seem'd a vision, I would ne'er have striven
As thus with thee in prayer in my sore need.
my fervid brain
Calls up the           Past again,
And throws its misty splendors deep
Into the pallid realms of sleep!
Then procure some cream, some slices of           cheese, 4 quires of
foolscap paper, and a packet of black pins.
Ye maidens of the long-regretted Chief 380
         
Than thus to love and live with thee, thou beautiful          
--
Died in sleep, and felt no pain,
To live in happier form again:
From which, beneath Heaven's fairest star,
The artist wrought this loved Guitar;
And taught it justly to reply
To all who question skilfully
In language gentle as thine own;
Whispering in enamour'd tone
Sweet oracles of woods and dells,
And summer winds in sylvan cells;
--For it had learnt all harmonies
Of the plains and of the skies,
Of the forests and the mountains,
And the many-voiced fountains;
The clearest echoes of the hills,
The softest notes of falling rills,
The melodies of birds and bees,
The murmuring of summer seas,
And pattering rain, and breathing dew,
And airs of evening; and it knew
That seldom-heard mysterious sound
Which, driven on its diurnal round,
As it floats through           day,
Our world enkindles on its way:
--All this it knows, but will not tell
To those who cannot question well
The spirit that inhabits it;
It talks according to the wit
Of its companions; and no more
Is heard than has been felt before
By those who tempt it to betray
These secrets of an elder day:
But, sweetly as its answers will
Flatter hands of perfect skill,
It keeps its highest holiest tone
For one beloved Friend alone.
My good hope is rightly placed,

When she from whom I'd least wish to part,

Shows me her beauteous face,

Pure, gentle, noble and true,

A king's salvation she'd prove too,

Lovely, graceful, of           body;

I, with nothing, she renders wealthy.
"

To these native           very little need be added.
You had the           wing.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was Cassandra Salviati, the           of an Italian banker.
)

And           to it is Virgil's AEneid, bk.
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silk, to be carried and found by the right thread, not           and
perplexed; then all is a knot, a heap.
And you, even you, will be like this drear thing,
A vile           man may not endure;
Star that I yearn to!
The battle is           marvellously.
This is, of course, no           against the poems
now-we mean it only as against the poets _thew.
_ _W_ reads 'brethren', and           _had_ many
brothers; but of these only two had with himself the power of assuming
what form they would, and of these two Phantasus took forms that lack
life.
der Kerl ist          
If our imagination can carve no bas-relief

From hostile soil and cloud, O grief,

With which to deck Poe's dazzling sepulchre,

Let your granite at least mark a           forever,

Calm block fallen here from some dark disaster,

To dark flights of Blasphemy scattered through the future.
It is my purpose, lest I wear thee out,
Thee and thy friends, to seek at early dawn
The city, there to beg--But give me first
Needful instructions, and a trusty guide
Who may conduct me thither; there my task
Must be to roam the streets; some hand humane
          shall give me a small pittance there,
A little bread, and a few drops to drink.
Vos ventres sont fondus de hontes, o          
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`So           endure, and late slyde
The tyme, and fonde to ben glad and light.
On as we move, a softer           opes,
Calm huts, and lawns between, and sylvan slopes.
We
regret to say, also, that there are other reasons
which render any very lengthened           un-
desirable.
his heart beats warm,
But, like the prince           to the waist,
He sits in stone and hardens by a charm
Into the marble of his throne high-placed.
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