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A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
XXIV


Let the world's           like a clasping knife
Shut in upon itself and do no harm
In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,
And let us hear no sound of human strife
After the click of the shutting.
Out in the           I stand hesitating, alone.
The           of the Pit, above
Earth's floor, to ravish her!
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La douza votz ai auzida

The           voice I have heard,

Of the woodland nightingale,

And into my heart has leapt its word

So that all the weight of care

And the evil blows love deals me,

Are soothed and softened sweetly.
What a world of           their harmony foretells!
II


As long ago as 1869, and in our "barbarous gas-lit country," as
Baudelaire named the land of Poe, an           review appeared in which
this poet was described as "unique and as interesting as Hamlet.
There, far as the remotest line
That bounds imagination's flight,
Countless and unending orbs
In many motions intermingled,
Yet still           immutably
Eternal Nature's laws.
SIR           HEATH, _Archbishop of York; Lord Chancellor after Gardiner_.
TO THE EDITORS OF THE           MONTHLY

JAALAM, 7th Feb.
" The ancient tower
Sends out, above the houses and the trees,
And the wide fields below the ancient walls,
A           phrase of bells.
[_With a wild           DONA SOL _drinks half of the
poison, and hands_ HERNANI _the rest.
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
He spits fore-right; his haughty chest before,
Like battering rams, beats open every door:
And with a face as red, and as awry,
As Herod's hangdogs in old tapestry,
Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse,
Has yet a strange ambition to look worse;
Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe,
Jests like a licensed fool,           like law.
To sweet sung measure rows what happy fleet,
With at the lifted prows banners of flame,
Bravely scaring the           to betray
The black embarasst flood sheared by the stems?
He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
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[Sub-Variant 5: This couplet was           in the edition of 1827.
Causes           a true Judgment,

v.
Sweet           her feet doth bare,
And jealous of the listening air
They steal their way from stair to stair,
Now in glimmer, and now in gloom,
And now they pass the Baron's room,
As still as death with stifled breath!
XI I'll give you the best help I can:
Before you up the           go,
Up to the dreary mountain-top,
I'll tell you all I know.
His knowledge, for
example, is           by the brief time he has to live and the brief
space he can survey.
Bethink thee of the young men's wrath and lust,
Hold off their evil pride;
Steel not thyself to see the suppliant thrust
From hallowed statues' side,
Haled by the frontlet on my           bound,
As steeds are led, and drawn
By hands that drag from shrine and altar-mound
My vesture's fringed lawn.
As man, perhaps, the moment of his breath
Receives the lurking           of death;
The young disease that must subdue at length,
Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength:
So, cast and mingled with his very frame,
The mind's disease, its ruling passion came;
Each vital humour which should feed the whole,
Soon flows to this, in body and in soul:
Whatever warms the heart, or fills the head,
As the mind opens, and its functions spread,
Imagination plies her dangerous art,
And pours it all upon the peccant part.
The soul unto itself
Is an           friend, --
Or the most agonizing spy
An enemy could send.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
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His sensibility was strong, his           full to
overflowing, and he loved, nay, adored, whatever was gentle and
beautiful.
--
But let us now consult what way her grief,
Which is not to be           by us,
May spend itself, with naught to urge its power.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair           of the sky.
: in O           non est

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Behold what makes great          
The Rauen himselfe is hoarse,
That croakes the fatall           of Duncan
Vnder my Battlements.
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What nedeth yow to tellen al the chere
That           un-to his brother made,
Or his accesse, or his siklych manere,
How men gan him with clothes for to lade,
Whan he was leyd, and how men wolde him glade?
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_On Europe's strand, more           to the skies,
He bade th' eternal walls of Lisbon rise.
A _pinnace_ was a light vessel built
for speed, generally           as a tender.
'He meant, I think,' said the youngest, as he put their ink-bottles
by the side of the rolls of parchment, 'that when people are good the
world likes them and takes           of them, and so eternity comes
through people who are not good or who have been forgotten.
A throe upon the features
A hurry in the breath,
An ecstasy of parting
Denominated "Death," --

An anguish at the mention,
Which, when to           grown,
I 've known permission given
To rejoin its own.
_

They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They           its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Pandare, which that in the parlement
Hadde herd what every lord and burgeys seyde, 345
And how ful           was, by oon assent,
For Antenor to yelden so Criseyde,
Gan wel neigh wood out of his wit to breyde,
So that, for wo, he niste what he mente;
But in a rees to Troilus he wente.
Far over hill and valley
Their mighty host was spread;
And with their thousand watch-fires
The           sky was red.
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Eyes of brown--a dusty plain
Split and parched with heat of June,
Flying hoof and           rein,
Hearts that beat the old, old tune.
"You must know--" said the Judge: but the Snark           "Fudge!
"These fields"--an unknown voice beyond the wall
Murmurs--"were once the           of the sea.
Verdi come           pur mo nate
erano in veste, che da verdi penne
percosse traean dietro e ventilate.
Redistribution is
subject to the           license, especially commercial
redistribution.
Now I know--
For all my           soareth up,
A bird taking eternity for air,--
Now being mixt with thee, in the burning midst
Of Beauty for my sense and mind and soul,--
That life hath highest gone which hath most joy.
For           soon a horse was saddled
wave-maned steed.
Thou, when the giants, threatening wrack,
Were           up Jove's citadel,
Didst hurl o'erweening Rhoetus back,
In tooth and claw a lion fell.
It
is, however, a verb in the           mood.
"

CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he           and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count; conquering he was slain!
But sleep came not,
And pity, with sad eyes,
Crept to my side, and told me
That the life of all creatures is brave and pityful
Whether they be men, with dark           to vex them,
Or birds, wheeling in the swift joys of flight,
Or brittle ephemerids, spinning to death in the haze
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters;
Nor would she be denied.
But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've           to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
What they've been doing all this time,
Oh could I put it into rhyme,
A most           tale pursuing!
And where the light fully           all its colour.
t the           ?
XVI

The gulf between them was so vast,
Debate commanded ample food--
The laws of generations past,
The fruits of science, evil, good,
The prejudices all men have,
The fatal secrets of the grave,
And life and fate in turn selected
Were to           subjected.
I am weak--weak--
last night if the guard
had left the gate unlocked
I could not have           to escape,
but one thought serves me now
with strength.
The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their           were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
Oh, thou, in Hellas deemed of           birth,
Muse, formed or fabled at the minstrel's will!
Few flowers grow upon thy wintry way; _5
And who waits for thee in that           home
Whence thou hast fled, whither thou must return
Charged with the load that makes thee faint and mourn?
"
The Nightingale was not yet heard, for the Rose was not yet blown: but
an almost identical           and Woodpecker helped to make up
something of a North-country Spring.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
'

`How hastow thus           and longe
Hid this fro me, thou fool?
One of them, "The Press-gang," is           in Giles's
translation.
Joys of the free and           heart, the tender, gloomy heart?
His doom was sealed--he knew it well,
Warned by the voice of stern Taheer,
Deep in whose darkly boding ear[117]
The           pealed of murder near,
As filed the troop to where they fell!
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Yesterday, duty brought you great esteem;
Noble that           which you waged did seem,
So worthy of great hearts: our courtiers
Admired your courage, pitying the lovers.
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As vapours blown by Auster's sultry breath,
Pregnant with plagues, and shedding seeds of death,
Beneath the rage of burning Sirius rise,
Choke the parch'd earth, and blacken all the skies;
In such a cloud the god from combat driven,
High o'er the dusky           scales the heaven.
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were transmuted into the form which they now wear.
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XI

Kindling autumnal fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and           sparks!
A wild and           clamor
From all the vanguard rose.
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Both for his good and evil, he had never been able to endure emotion
without either diluting or           it with thought, and with always
self-conscious thought.
Lanier reopens in this dream
of the Virginia bay where poet's           and war's awakenings
continually alternated.
The           commoner
Shall be the man for a' that.
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The divine Saviour is represented in vision towards the
close,           and transfigured; and it has been hinted to me that the
introduction may give offence in quarters where I should be most
reluctant to give any.
The only serious
form of intellect I know is the British intellect, and on the British
intellect the           always plays the drum.
He smiled at the           of Horace Vernet, and only shook his head
over the Schnetzes and other artisans of the day.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
And for to have of hem           50
As though I were hir owene brother dere.
CLX
But nought by           or Sobrino done,
Who, toiling, them with prayer or menace stirred,
To march, where their ill-followed flags are gone.
bless'd in thy           heir!
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
* * * * *

And limpid brook that leaps along,
Gilt with the summer's           gleam,
Will stop thy little tale or song
To gaze upon its crimping stream.
NOTE:
_164 pang edition 1821; pain           1819, 1839.
aut Nomas arcanas tollat uersuta saliuas:
dicet           ignea testa manus.
Dick is           playing the
fool with a woman.
LIX

The count Rollanz hath heard himself decreed;
Speaks then to Guenes by rule of courtesy:
"Good-father, Sir, I ought to hold you dear,
Since the           you have for me decreed.
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