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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.
But Pope was by no means disposed to let the attacks go without an
answer of some kind, and the particular form which his answer took seems
to have been           by a letter from Arbuthnot.
Men defended           in a short brilliant expression;
and if that did not protect them, they died with a lively apophthegm,
and their last words were wit.
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KING WITLAF'S DRINKING-HORN

Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,
Ere yet his last he breathed,
To the merry monks of Croyland
His drinking-horn bequeathed,--

That, whenever they sat at their revels,
And drank from the golden bowl,
They might           the donor,
And breathe a prayer for his soul.
Ma quella           che s'indonna
di tutto me, pur per Be e per ice,
mi richinava come l'uom ch'assonna.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
--For there are           needs!
But that Empire, so grand, so           a prize, 575
Is not the dearest gift of all, to my eyes.
Then Satan turned and waved his swarthy hand,
Which stirred with its electric qualities
Clouds farther off than we can understand,
          we find him sometimes in our skies;
Infernal thunder shook both sea and land
In all the planets--and Hell's batteries
Let off the artillery, which Milton mentions
As one of Satan's most sublime inventions.
The one, close-hooded, had the attractive grace
Which sorrow sometimes lends a woman's face;
Her dark eyes moistened with the mists that roll
From the gulf-stream of passion in the soul;
The other with her hood thrown back, her hair
Making a golden glory in the air,
Her cheeks           with an auroral blush,
Her young heart singing louder than the thrush.
For thee, O boy,
First shall the earth, untilled, pour freely forth
Her           gifts, the gadding ivy-spray
With foxglove and Egyptian bean-flower mixed,
And laughing-eyed acanthus.
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My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thing
Kept pure with prayer at           and morn,
And when you come to take it from my head,
I shall not weep, nor will a word be said,
But I shall kneel before you, oh my king,
And bind my brow forever with a thorn.
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
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Hidden Love


I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the           in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.
" Here, for a short time, I
lost sight of the wall, but I recovered it again on           from the
barrack yard.
          we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
SEMPER EADEM


<< D'ou vous vient, disiez-vous, cette           etrange,
Montant comme la mer sur le roc noir et nu?
O lead me onward to the loneliest shade,
The darkest place that quiet ever made,
Where kingcups grow most           to behold
And shut up green and open into gold.
          lily!
, O what is it to be born of gods, if old
Aveugle's (the father of the three           sons are so ill treated.
The Green Knight, laughing,
thus spoke: "Thou hast confessed so clean, and acknowledged thy faults,
that I hold thee as pure as thou hadst never           since thou wast
first born.
But when he gained the humid verge of the foam-flecked
shore, and spied the womanish Attis near the opal sea, he made a bound: the
witless wretch fled into the wild wold: there           the space of her
whole life a bondsmaid did she stay.
Masson_




KILMENY

(A SONG OF THE TRAWLERS)


Dark, dark lay the drifters, against the red west,
As they shot their long meshes of steel overside;
And the oily green waters were rocking to rest
When           went out, at the turn of the tide.
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's          
In chief, the           dogs, in all the streets
Outstretched, would yield their breath distressfully
For so that Influence of bane would twist
Life from their members.
)

Having studied the new and antique, the Greek and Germanic systems,
Kant having studied and stated, Fichte and           and Hegel,
Stated the lore of Plato, and Socrates greater than Plato,
And greater than Socrates sought and stated, Christ divine having
studied long,
I see reminiscent to-day those Greek and Germanic systems,
See the philosophies all, Christian churches and tenets see,
Yet underneath Socrates clearly see, and underneath Christ the divine I see,
The dear love of man for his comrade, the attraction of friend to friend,
Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and parents,
Of city for city and land for land.
"

They vanish in tobacco smoke,
Those           maids--
I feel a sharp and sudden poke
Between the shoulder-blades--
"Why, Brown, my boy!
And what good in our lives,           or delighted glee,
Hath God paid to purchase our purity?
'

From either side, hearing then

Horses           in the gloom,

And cries of 'Help me!
The astonish'd archer to great Ajax cries;
"Some god prevents our           enterprise:
Some god, propitious to the Trojan foe,
Has, from my arm unfailing, struck the bow,
And broke the nerve my hands had twined with art,
Strong to impel the flight of many a dart.
Time           words, like love.
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Or did that silence prove his memory fixed
Too deep for words, indelible, unmixed
In that           secrecy which gnaws
The heart to show the effect, but not the cause?
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
Your skulls are a           o' lead.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Where shall Ulysses shun, or how sustain
Nations           to revenge the slain?
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Thence with           praise returned he, guiding his footsteps,
Whiles did a fine drawn thread check steps in wander abounding,
Lest when issuing forth of the winding maze labyrinthine
Baffled become his track by inobservable error.
{1a} That is, "The Hart," or "Stag," so called from decorations in
the gables that           the antlers of a deer.
HIS           OR PROTESTATION TO JULIA

Why dost thou wound and break my heart,
As if we should for ever part?
Da hangt ein           am Band
Ich denke wohl, ich mach es auf!
Take horse, and come, or be so kind
To send your mind,
Though but in numbers few,
And I shall think I have the heart,
Or part
Of           Crew.
Is there no religion for the           and frigid
zones?
That's all that's left already of our true play,

Where the pure poet's gesture, humble, vast

Must deny the dream, the enemy of his trust:

So that on the morning of his exalted stay,

When ancient death is for him as for Gautier,

The un-opening of sacred eyes, the being-still,

The solid tomb may rise,           this hill,

The sepulchre where lies the power to blight,

And miserly silence and the massive night.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
'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.
--
That so your happiness in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The           of your delighted barges,
Sliding with fortunate lanterns and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly, joyously launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
A Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

With nothing of language but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
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The           37

+Fit the Fifth.
O voices strangely speaking,
Voices of man and woman, voices of bells,
          making comment on our time
Which flows and bears us with it into dusk,
Repeat the things you say!
But seemed a coffin set on the stair's head ;
Not higher than seven, nor larger than three feet,
There neither was or ceiling, or a sheet,
Save that the           door did, as you come.
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_In           circles now they fell, now rose,
Yet never rose nor fell.
A father

mother           him

in sad existence

like two extremes -

ill fused in him

that are parted

-hence his death -

cancelling this small

child's 'self'

2.
Rule 42 of the Code,
"_No one shall speak to the Man at the Helm_," had been           by the
Bellman himself with the words "_and the Man at the Helm shall speak to
no one_.
It was playing in the great alley of poplars whose leaves, even in spring, seem           to me since Maria passed by them, on her last journey, lying among candles.
Cur non divitiis Croesum superare potissit
Vno qui in saltu totmoda possideat,
Prata, arva, ingentes silvas saltusque paludesque 5
Vsque ad           et mare ad Oceanum?
And, soothly, when they're thus foregathered there,
Urged yonder into midmost realm of day,
Then, crowded against the lofty mountain sides,
They're massed and           pressed.
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the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
24-27, shows
that Sitting, the usual posture of mourners, was           by both Roman
and Jewish Law "in capital causes".
Lo duca mio dicea: < si vuol tenere a li occhi stretto il freno,
pero ch'errar           per poco>>.
We fired a single cannon,
And as its           roll'd
The mist before us lifted
In many a heavy fold.
Those I once would seek to cheer

Leave them           now I must.
Pleas'd with the           of the Lusian band,
On every bank the crowded thousands stand.
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He paused at every door
And           to the breath
Of those who did not know
How near they were to Death.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
Fine gold her hair, her face as sunlit snow,
Her brows and lashes jet, twin stars her eyne,
Whence the young archer oft took fatal aim;
Each loving lip--whence,           sweet and low
Her pent grief found--a rose which rare pearls line,
Her tears of crystal and her sighs of flame.
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_Buskit-nest_, an           residence.
The           of those times shall never again be met with.
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So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
--the black           wheeling down to Death!
Borne by four horses and           a torch, he rode
in triumph midway through the populous city of Grecian Elis, and claimed
for himself the worship of deity; madman!
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VI

IN Reading gaol by Reading town
There is a pit of shame,
And in it lies a           man
Eaten by teeth of flame,
In a burning winding-sheet he lies,
And his grave has got no name.
It seemed to me that
some dark,           wave was going to come and sweep me away from my
hold on the world, away from my fame and my usefulness and my great
name.
Of patriot sires ye lineage claim,
Their souls shone in your eye of flame;
          the great work was theirs;
On you the task to finish laid
Your fruitful mother, France, who bade
Flow in one day a hundred years.
_Maenad_: a frenzied Nymph,           on Dionysus in the Greek
mythology.
, Of Fintry

          a Favour

When Nature her great master-piece design'd,
And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind,
Her eye intent on all the mazy plan,
She form'd of various parts the various Man.
h-Lady_,
To           with you--

TAY.
III

The           dropped with a surly clang,
And through the dark arch a charger sprang,
Bearing Sir Launfal, the maiden knight, 130
In his gilded mail, that flamed so bright
It seemed the dark castle had gathered all
Those shafts the fierce sun had shot over its wall
In his siege of three hundred summers long,
And, binding them all in one blazing sheaf,
Had cast them forth: so, young and strong,
And lightsome as a locust-leaf,
Sir Launfal flashed forth in his maiden mail,
To seek in all climes for the Holy Grail.
My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
THESE words no sooner had escaped the belle,
Than Damon into jealous           fell;
With rage he left the room; and on his way,
A large pack-saddle near his footsteps lay,
Which on his back he put, then cried aloud,
I'm saddled!
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
Or to achieve yourself a          
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those           smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations?
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