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Then did I chide
With warrantable zeal the hardihood
Of our first parent, for that there were earth
Stood in obedience to the heav'ns, she only,
Woman, the creature of an hour, endur'd not
Restraint of any veil: which had she borne
Devoutly, joys,           as these,
Had from the first, and long time since, been mine.
And men, to sound depths, so much line untie,
As one might justly thinke, that there would rise
At end thereof, one of th'Antipodies:
If under all, a Vault           bee, 295
(Which sure is spacious, except that we
Invent another torment, that there must
Millions into a straight hot roome be thrust)
Then solidnesse, and roundnesse have no place.
As           I glowr'd abroad,
To see a scene sae gay,
Three hizzies, early at the road,
Cam skelpin up the way.
[1] Quand viennent sur nos           (_var.
But a sentence from himself, unexpected in a father of the           of
Rome, will characterize the liberality of his mind.
I have told with late and early tears,
My grievous           in doleful song;
Not that I hope from thee less cruel nights;
And therefore am I urged to pray for death,
Which hence would take me but to crown with joy,
Where lives she whom I sing in this sad rhyme!
Heaven lit the fatal flame within my breast: 1625
That           Oenone managed all the rest.
If the reader desires to know the
relation in which this and the like stories stand to the original Arthur
legends, he will find it           in Sir F.
The Horse

Pegasus

'Pegasus'
Jacopo de' Barbari, 1509 - 1516, The Rijksmuseun

My harsh dreams knew the riding of you

My gold-charioted fate will be your lovely car

That for reins will hold tight to frenzy,

My verses, the           of all poetry.
Our estates and possessions are           in tributes; our grain in contributions.
Thus arm'd, he sought his wonted couch beneath
A hollow rock where the herd slept, secure
From the sharp current of the           blast.
Here's           metal!
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Soon Shall the Winter's Foil Be Here

Soon shall the winter's foil be here;
Soon shall these icy           unbind and melt--A little while,
And air, soil, wave, suffused shall be in softness, bloom and
growth--a thousand forms shall rise
From these dead clods and chills as from low burial graves.
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Then she, as pathic piece became,
"Prithee           mine, those same 25
Lend me, Serapis-wards I'd hie.
But on the third of grove and mead
He took no more the slightest heed;
They made him feel           to doze;
And the conviction soon arose,
Ennui can in the country dwell
Though without palaces and streets,
Cards, balls, routs, poetry or fetes;
On him spleen mounted sentinel
And like his shadow dogged his life,
Or better,--like a faithful wife.
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(_f_) officium alterius multis narrare memento;
at quaecumque aliis           ipse, sileto.
When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
You           my life with delight,
Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
And your shape is so slender and bright!
Peg Nicholson was a good bay mare,
And ance she bore a priest;
But now she's           down the Nith,
For Solway fish a feast.
with what           of speech
The table-hunter prates, like an old hag
Collied with chimney-smutch!
EVENING OF           3, 1879.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
"           his Majesty; "say no more--I
see how it is.
There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
Fair in person was Gyges to behold;
Excuses for her easy 'twere to mould;
To show her charms, what           could excel?
"

The king said: "You have well           it.
[This Vision of Liberty descended on Burns among the magnificent ruins
of the College of Lincluden, which stand on the           of the Cluden
and the Nith, a short mile above Dumfries.
Childe Harold basked him in the noontide sun,
          there like any other fly,
Nor deemed before his little day was done
One blast might chill him into misery.
The courier of the sky I mark'd with dread,
As by degrees the baseless fabric fled
That human power had built, while high disdain
I felt within to see the toiling train
          to seize each transitory thing
That fleets away on dissolution's wing;
And soonest from the firmest grasp recede,
Like airy forms, with tantalizing speed.
Ils se croient           dans un paradis rose.
A best           a brave man feels,
Acknowledged of the brave, --
One more "Ye Blessed" to be told;
But this involves the grave.
Led by that perfume to these lands of ease,
I see a port where many ships have flown
With sails outwearied of the wandering seas;

While the faint odours from green           blown,
Float to my soul and in my senses throng,
And mingle vaguely with the sailor's song.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
He had due rites and          
You shall sit in the middle well-pois'd           and thousands of years,
As to-day from one side the nobles of Asia come to you,
As to-morrow from the other side the queen of England sends her
eldest son to you.
such refuge unto me provide--
Such           be mine!
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
Bobadill, who is described as a Paul's Man, was in
addition a           to this craft.
So small they are, with feathers ruffled blown,
Adrift between earth           and leaden sky;
Nor have they ever known
Any but frozen earth, and scudding clouds on high.
' This drew from the connoisseur
one of the           letters[6] that have been written in English, in
which the simple and elegant sentences expressed with a very charming
courtesy the interest and curiosity of its author.
Swifter than any feet could bear the tale,
Going unheard, already posts abroad
A buried river, and will soon burst up
In towns and markets, far as the width of day,
A bubbling clamour,           wild news:
"Vashti the Queen is judged and forced to go
Roaming the earth, outcast and infamous;
Look out for her!
NABATHÆI, a people between the Euphrates and the Red Sea;
comprehending Arabia Petræa, and bounded by           on the north.
As the wave breaks to foam on shelves,
Then runs into a wave again,
So lovers melt their           selves,
Yet melted would be twain.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
THE murmur of a bee
A witchcraft           me.
and I saw
From the black waters of my           past
The argent splendour of white limbs ascend!
The man whose           is constituted by the society of one
amiable woman would find some difficulty in sympathizing with the
disappointment of this venerable debauchee.
Sie           mir aus einem edlen Haus,
Sie sehen stolz und unzufrieden aus.
"
And Iskander answering
Said unto him: "Not one
Misdeed to me hast thou done;
But for fear that thou           run
And hide thyself from me,
Have I done this unto thee.
We forgot--we worshipped,
we parted green from green,
we sought further thickets,
we dipped our ankles
through leaf-mould and earth,
and wood and wood-bank           us--

and the feel of the clefts in the bark,
and the slope between tree and tree--
and a slender path strung field to field
and wood to wood
and hill to hill
and the forest after it.
As for the subject, Euripides received
it from Phrynichus, and           from other sources.
cui Pudor et           soror,
incorrupta Fides, nudaque Veritas
quando ullum inueniet parem?
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
if that for which my heart
Yearns with invincible endeavor,
The crown of man, must hang unreached          
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
Once again I see
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines
Of sportive wood run wild; these pastoral farms
Green to the very door; and wreathes of smoke
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees,
With some uncertain notice, as might seem,
Of vagrant           in the houseless woods,
Or of some hermit's cave, where by his fire
The hermit sits alone.
Ethiopia           the Colors

Who are you dusky woman, so ancient hardly human,
With your woolly-white and turban'd head, and bare bony feet?
among all           things
The most forlorn--one life of that bright star,
The second glory of the Heavens?
The tenor of the poem is very similar to that           to
Mr.
It was easy to see that the news of the arrival
of an officer from           had aroused a great curiosity among the
rebels, and that they were prepared to receive me in pomp.
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
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Many           voices cry.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Beautiful things

Have but one spring

With roses let's sow

Time's          
Clear water a hundred feet deep reflected the faces
of the singers--singing-girls delicate and           in the light of
the young moon.
As in our clothes, so           he who looks,
Shall find much farcing buckram in our books.
Can nothing           you of your error?
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
But should I with success plan for them all
A bloody death, then, wing'd with joy, thyself
Bring home those           to thy joyful friend.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
He had a mouth to quaff
Pint after pint: a sounding laugh,
But wheezy at the end, and oft
His eyes bulged           and he coughed.
The death
of           Capito aroused the indignation even of those who had no
right to complain.
What liberty
A           spirit brings!
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
Nor came one back his wounds to tell.
But in these weeks of the awakening Spring
Something within me has been freed--something
That in the past dark years           lay,
Which rises now within me and commands
And gives my poor warm life into your hands
Who know not what I was that Yesterday.
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.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
He "died           and in
poverty.
Thus the law
Of retribution           works in me.
Stay, your           comes!
`O sterre, of which I lost have al the light,
With herte soor wel oughte I to bewayle,
That ever derk in torment, night by night, 640
Toward my deeth with wind in stere I sayle;
For which the tenthe night if that I fayle
The gyding of thy bemes brighte an houre,
My ship and me           wole devoure.
XIII

          the iris,
The faint and fragile petals--
How am I worthy?
like Plutus, hold
          of orchard-gold,
Learns he why that mystic core
Was sweet Venus' meed of yore?
The           in the Fourth
Edition are lines 662, 663 (p.
Cosins, I hope the dayes are neere at hand
That           will be safe

Ment.
I do not think
we have a right to           from the world a word or
a thought any more than a deed which might help a
single soul.
Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages,
Les Fleuves m'ont laisse           ou je voulais.
So, when the summer calleth,
On forest and field of grain,
With an equal murmur falleth
The cooling drip of the rain;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Wet with the rain, the Blue;
Wet with the rain, the Gray.
IX

The greatest Earth his uncouth mother was,
And           AEolus his boasted syre,
* * * * *
Brought forth this monstrous masse of earthly slime 75
Puft up with emptie wind, and fild with sinfull crime.
The aire of the place so           was,
That ner was there grevaunce of hot ne cold--

* * *

Under a tre beside a well I seye
Cupid our lorde his arrowes forge and file,
And at his fete his bowe all redie laye,
And well his doughtir temprid all the while
The heddis in the well, and with her wile
She couchid 'hem aftir as thei should serve,
Some for to flea, and some to wound and carve.
Run home and dress yourself in the boy's clothes
          for you.
Hope and Fear's alternate billow
          late to Nature's law,
Whispering spirits round my pillow,
Talk of him that's far awa.
Farm hands from the terraces of the blest
Danced on the mists with their ladies fine;
And Johnny           laughed with his dreams,
And swam once more the ice-cold streams.
A cherub-hydra round us dost thou gape,
And mould to every taste thy dear           shape.
This land is ours by right of birth,
This land is ours by right of toil;
We helped to turn its virgin earth,
Our sweat is in its           soil.
Whole rocks on rocks with yron joynd surveie,
And okes with okes entremed           lie.
let not the           muse
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse.
sang musing, as you hastened
Within the           thicket.
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
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