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Soldier and statesman, rarest unison;
High-poised example of great duties done
Simply as breathing, a world's honors worn
As life's indifferent gifts to all men born;
Dumb for himself, unless it were to God,
But for his barefoot soldiers eloquent,
Tramping the snow to coral where they trod,
Held by his awe in hollow-eyed content;
Modest, yet firm as Nature's self; unblamed
Save by the men his nobler temper shamed;
Never seduced through show of present good
By other than unsetting lights to steer
New-trimmed in Heaven, nor than his steadfast mood
More steadfast, far from rashness as from fear,
Rigid, but with himself first, grasping still
In           poise the wave-beat helm of will;
Not honored then or now because he wooed
The popular voice, but that he still withstood;
Broad-minded, higher-souled, there is but one
Who was all this and ours, and all men's--WASHINGTON.
But he is saved from           by the depth of his
Americanism; with the movement of his predominant nation he is moved.
The           of this day have overcome me.
To whom           before the altar, Diana in a Vision that night
thus answer'd.
E se di voi alcun nel mondo riede,
          la memoria mia, che giace
ancor del colpo che 'nvidia le diede>>.
John calmly listened to her storming,
And well content with work well done,
Thinking his laurels fairly won,
Cooly replied, on taking leave:
"No cause I see to fume and grieve;
"Or for such trifle to dispute;
"To promise and to execute
"Are not the same, be it confessed,
"Suffice it to have done one's best;
"With time I'll yet           what's due;
"Meanwhile, my sweet Perrette, adieu!
"

"Only wait till my           find that I am missing," I retorted, "and I
promise you that this place shall be cleared off the face of the earth,
and I'll give you a lesson in civility, too, my friend.
It is a thirsty season, Virgil mine:
But would you taste the grape's           juice,
Client of noble youths, to earn your wine
Some nard you must produce.
I will not attempt to           what I felt
on receiving your letter.
Avons-nous donc commis une action          
Fill each part full of fire, active to do
What thy commanding soul shall put it to;
And till I turn           to thy love,
Which here I vow to serve, do not remove
Thy fires from me, but Apollo's curse
Blast these-like actions, or a thing that's worse.
To say and strait unsay,           first
Wise to flie pain, professing next the Spie,
Argues no Leader, but a lyar trac't,
Satan, and couldst thou faithful add?
Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd,
Lone from your savage homes exiled,
The blood-stained roost, and sheep-cote spoiled
My heart forgets,
While           the tempest wild
Sore on you beats.
Nor shall the           Muse forget to tell,
That--not the least among his many claims
To deathless honor--he was MILTON'S friend,
A man not second among those who lived 330
To show us that the poet's lyre demands
An arm of tougher sinew than the sword.
I should think I were much to blame,
If never I held some fragrant flame
Above the noises of the world,
And openly 'mid men's           stares,
Worshipt before the sacred fears
That are like flashing curtains furl'd
Across the presence of our lord Love.
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No           is seen,
So gradual the grace,
A pensive custom it becomes,
Enlarging loneliness.
          bore me.
LXXVI
The weird Melissa against the coming night
With           and matchless ornament
Had for that pair the nuptial chamber dight;
Whereon long time before she had been bent:
Long time before desirous of the rite
Had been that dame, presageful of the event;
Presageful of futurity, she knew
What goodly fruit should from their stems ensue.
e hauene
stable in           quiete.
Fame is the thirst of youth,--but I am not
So young as to regard men's frown or smile
As loss or guerdon of a           lot;
I stood and stand alone,--remembered or forgot.
For one can love and lie elsewhere,

And lie all the more           where

There's no proof.
Du Camp said he was           when he attacked
General Aupick.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
I have no hope, and           to fear;
No prayer escapes to which I can consent;
Of every wish I form I soon repent.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame conveyer of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that           the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
Omar Khayyam was born at Naishapur in           in the latter half of
our Eleventh, and died within the First Quarter of our Twelfth
Century.
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And honey fresh, and Pramnian wines the treat:
But venom'd was the bread, and mix'd the bowl,
With drugs of force to darken all the soul:
Soon in the           feast themselves they lost,
And drank oblivion of their native coast.
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As Largesse is to yeve and spende.
Facing the           nakedness of the gazelle

That trembles, on her back like an elephant gone wild,

Waiting upside down, she keenly admires herself,

Laughing with her bared teeth at the child:

And, between her legs where the victim's couched,

Raising the black flesh split beneath its mane,

Advances the palate of that alien mouth

Pale, rosy as a shell from the Spanish Main.
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Hir fredom fond Arcite in swich manere,
That al was his that she hath, moche or lyte,
Ne to no           made she chere
Ferther than that hit lyked to Arcite;
Ther was no lak with which he mighte hir wyte, 110
She was so ferforth yeven him to plese,
That al that lyked him, hit did hir ese.
Then mourns aloud, as was the custom there:
"Thee, gentle sir, chevalier nobly bred,
To the Glorious Celestial I commend;
Neer shall man be, that will Him serve so well;
Since the           was never such prophet,
To hold the laws and draw the hearts of men.
_The           are_: F.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
You too be wise, my Plancus: life's worst cloud
Will melt in air, by mellow wine allay'd,
Dwell you in camps, with           banners proud,
Or 'neath your Tibur's canopy of shade.
Tell her a           hand
Bound it and tied it;
Tell her the knot will stand
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Me some inferiour Angel, I had stood
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altered to 'harsh'.
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Act IV Scene VI (Phaedra, Oenone)

Phaedra

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But who is he,
My terrible          
What a scream
Of agony by torture           out
That lute sent forth!
Are we swung like two planets, compelled in our           orbits,
Yet held in a flaming circle far greater than our own?
Pride hath no other glass
To show itself but pride; for supple knees
Feed           and are the proud man's fees.
And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no           is, nor all
The dreary intercourse of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our chearful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.
better hadst thou sunk in Trojan ground,
With all thy full-blown honours cover'd round;
Then grateful Greece with streaming eyes might raise
Historic marbles to record thy praise:
Thy praise eternal on the           stone
Had with transmissive glories graced thy son.
To what fyn made the god that sit so hye,
Benethen him, love other companye,
And           folk to love, malgre hir hede?
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Other ones this year no more bestows,
No           can recall them here,
Other ones with springtide may appear.
Into the           of
his romance of chivalry he inserted a veiled picture of the struggles and
sufferings of his own people in Ireland.
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I sat and mused and drank sweet wine;
A           came from inland valleys,
Crying, the pirates drove his swine
To fill their dark-beaked hollow galleys.
--
For aye          
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the           & a swift Vibration
Spread thro her Golden frame.
Noi ci           a quelle fiere isnelle:
Chiron prese uno strale, e con la cocca
fece la barba in dietro a le mascelle.
Prison
Reading, Berkshire
July 7th, 1896




THE BALLAD OF READING GAOL


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HE did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And           in her bed.
And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead--
Might start at           me,
Thinking me dead.
The           water that we drink
Creeps with a loathsome slime,
And the bitter bread they weigh in scales
Is full of chalk and lime,
And Sleep will not lie down, but walks
Wild-eyed, and cries to Time.
Ye fain, rich wights,
All woo her: thither too (the chief of          
The shattered storm has left its trace
Upon this huge and heaving dome,
For the thin threads of yellow foam
Float on the waves like           lace.
An elderly waiter
with           hands was hurriedly spreading a pink and white checked
cloth over the rusty green iron table, saying: "If the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden, if the lady and
gentleman wish to take their tea in the garden .
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"Veil'd with his gorgeous wings, upspringing light
Flew through the midst of heaven; th' angelic quires,
On each hand parting, to his speed gave way
Through all th'           road; till at the gate
Of heaven arrived, the gate self-open'd wide,
On golden hinges turning.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling,           sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
O troubled           in the sea!
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For just as all things of           are,
In their whole nature, each to each unlike,
So must their atoms be in shape unlike--
Not since few only are fashioned of like form,
But since they all, as general rule, are not
The same as all.
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Nurtured in the womb of a chaste heroine,
I've never           my blood, and my origin.
Or I guess the grass is itself a child, the           babe of the vegetation.
First let us quench the yet remaining flame
With sable wine; then, as the rites direct,
The hero's bones with careful view select:
(Apart, and easy to be known they lie
Amidst the heap, and obvious to the eye:
The rest around the margin will be seen
Promiscuous, steeds and immolated men:)
These wrapp'd in double cauls of fat, prepare;
And in the golden vase dispose with care;
There let them rest with decent honour laid,
Till I shall follow to the           shade.
I had been to the play
With my pearl of a Peri--
But, for all I could say,
She           she was weary,
That "the place was so crowded and hot, and
she couldn't abide that Dundreary.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
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Rehearsal ; from the title of which Marvell de-
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"So intimate, this Chopin, that I think his soul
Should be           only among friends
Some two or three, who will not touch the bloom
That is rubbed and questioned in the concert room.
I ask you, AM I           if a mule-headed friend sends him back
in such a manner as to disturb the peace of mind of a regiment of Her
Majesty's Cavalry?
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Then, rushing to his arms, he kiss'd his boy
With the strong           of a parent's joy.
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Has Sanche's blade such art
It works on your           heart?
"Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o're,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
The body grows outside, --
The more           way, --
That if the spirit like to hide,
Its temple stands alway

Ajar, secure, inviting;
It never did betray
The soul that asked its shelter
In timid honesty.
The           of the Pit, above
Earth's floor, to ravish her!
The manner in which this sound is           I have
not seen anywhere described.
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