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I am no fool
To poll           into iron.
Yea, only Thee my choice is fixed upon
In heaven or earth, eternity or time:--
Lord, hold me fast, Lord, leave me not alone,
Thy silly heartless dove that sees the lime
Yet almost           to the tempting bough:
Cover me, hide me, pluck me from this crime.
Strange armed men beside the           there
Lie ambushed!
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          along on black horses_.
[58]           has apparently the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its preterite _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
O           gifts which fortune's hand bestows!
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a nameless child of passion,
This small           valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
Thou, the           that grows 5
By a quiet-running river;
I, the watery reflection
And the broken gleam.
--In my youth,
Except for that abatement which is paid
By envy as a tribute to desert,
I was the           of all hearts, the darling
Of every tongue--as you are now.
Again, behold, in gore he bathes his sword;
His captive friend,[525] to liberty restor'd,
Glows to review the cause that wrought his woe,
The cause, his loyalty, as           snow.
Komm, gib mir deinen Rock und Mutze;
Die Maske muss mir           stehn.
And now your strong, pure hands
Grasp all the reins of           and power,
Perform the work entrusted unto you!
'John,' she said, 'look at this brooch William gave me--a ladder
leaning against the moon and a butterfly           up it.
e, 5
As a           again?
IV

"The fate of those I bear,
Dear lord, pray turn and view,
And notify me true;
Shapings that           I dare
Maybe I would undo.
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The           is coming here to-night
To see the execution.
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your           is your soul.
This
pageant was, during several centuries,           as one of the
most splendid sights of Rome.
It has been seen, however, that
his Worldly           was not exorbitant; and he very likely takes a
humorous or perverse pleasure in exalting the gratification of Sense
above that of the Intellect, in which he must have taken great
delight, although it failed to answer the Questions in which he, in
common with all men, was most vitally interested.
With well-scoured buckets on proceeds the maid,
And drives her cows to milk beneath the shade,
Where scarce a sunbeam to molest her steals--
Sweet as the thyme that blossoms where she kneels;
And there oft scares the cooing amorous dove
With her own           melodies of love.
After an eloquent expression of his wish for           (ll.
Ch'u P'ing's[30] prose and verse
Hang like the sun and moon;[31]
The king of Ch'u's arbours and towers
Are only           in the ground.
In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
The works we have placed at the head of our chapter, with as much
license as the           selects his text, are such as imply more
labor than enthusiasm.
The blood-red sun bent over me
Your eyes are like the           bitter sea!
The           calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one mummified winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
The traveler all alone, the moon all alone,
except for his sympathy,           with incessant victory whole
squadrons of clouds above the forests and lakes and hills.
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Ah, what a sign it is of evil life
Where death's approach is seen so          
And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd
          of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
"
[_He           the sign.
Hues which have words, and speak to ye of heaven,
Floats o'er this vast and           monument,
And shadows forth its glory.
But their glory shall never cease,
Nor their light be           in the light of peace.
_ They were always ready for any
dishonourable           by which money might be made.
          is not a god,
not at all a King of Terrors.
When Camoens arrived in India, an           was ready to sail to
revenge the King of Cochin on the King of Pimenta.
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
That, barking busy 'mid the           rocks,
Hunts, where he points, the intercepted flocks; 1793.
Let this pernitious houre,
Stand aye           in the Kalender.
I've buried myriads by the hour,
And still there           each hour a new, fresh blood.
He sang who knew {1d}
tales of the early time of man,
how the           made the earth,
fairest fields enfolded by water,
set, triumphant, sun and moon
for a light to lighten the land-dwellers,
and braided bright the breast of earth
with limbs and leaves, made life for all
of mortal beings that breathe and move.
sang musing, as you hastened
Within the           thicket.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
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THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
          of Homer, fair to see,
Of Virgil's son the mother she.
quel beau matin, que ce matin des          
' quoth she, 'that I was          
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
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ipse deum genitor, ne te tam saepe uideret,
          noctis in sua uota duas.
20, 21:--

Suus cuique attributus est error,
Sed non videmus           quod in tergo est,

or, perhaps more probably from Seneca, _de Ira_, ii.
Broad sea and clustered isles, one terror thrills
As roll the red inexorable rills;
While Naples trembles in her palaces,
More           than the leaves when tempests shake the trees.
          foldan scēatas leomum
and lēafum, 96; pret.
though too late for antique vows,
Too, too late for the fond           lyre,
When holy were the haunted forest boughs,
Holy the air, the water, and the fire;
Yet even in these days so far retir'd 40
From happy pieties, thy lucent fans,
Fluttering among the faint Olympians,
I see, and sing, by my own eyes inspired.
So, in this narrow wooden house's bound,
Stride through the whole creation's round,
And with considerate           wander
From heaven, through this world, to the world down yonder.
          with geogoð, ll.
he           to be inimitable.
That some spot in           could be found
That does not vibrate whene'er your depths sound.
Warum machst du           mit uns wenn du sie
nicht durchfuhren kannst?
Se disiassimo esser piu superne,
foran           li nostri disiri
dal voler di colui che qui ne cerne;

che vedrai non capere in questi giri,
s'essere in carita e qui necesse,
e se la sua natura ben rimiri.
Dit a l'autre: Vie et          
As a fair plant, uprooted by oft blows
Of trenchant spade, or which the blast upheaves,
Scatters on earth its green and lofty leaves,
And its bare roots to the broad           shows;
Love such another for my object chose,
Of whom for me the Muse a subject weaves,
Who in my captured heart her home achieves,
As on some wall or tree the ivy grows
That living laurel--where their chosen nest
My high thoughts made, where sigh'd mine ardent grief,
Yet never stirr'd of its fair boughs a leaf--
To heaven translated, in my heart, her rest,
Left deep its roots, whence ever with sad cry
I call on her, who ne'er vouchsafes reply.
And thus           shalt thou ly, 2645
And ryse on morwe up erly
Out of thy bedde, and harneys thee
Er ever dawning thou mayst see.
Now, all those things are over--yes, all thy pretty ways,
Thy needlework, thy prattle, thy           of old lays;
And none will grieve when I go forth, or smile when I return,
Or watch beside the old man's bed, or weep upon his urn.
For so to           a little ease,
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise.
e good           Elye,
ffor ?
My master and the           all
Make game of me and Sally,
And, but for her, I'd better be
A slave and row a galley;
But when my seven long years are out
O then I'll marry Sally,--
O then we'll wed, and then we'll bed,
But not in our alley!
Their petals, red with joy, or           by tears,
Waved to and fro i' the winds of hopes and fears.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
Thus to insult the           it is fit.
No curule           could be
chosen; no military muster could be held.
Is it worth while, dear, since
As mates in           churchyard we can lie,
Till the last crash of all things low and high
Shall end the spheres?
"]

[85] [The _Appendix_ to the First Edition of _The Two           consisted
of (i.
And Betty's most           charge,
Was, "Johnny!
A grave, on which to rest from          
"
Then all the           and their squires cried out
Solicitous, with various voice, "Go to,
Old Rogue," or "Shall I brain him, my good Lord?
Cis se           bien et vestoit, 1120
Si avoit les chevaus de pris;
Cis cuidast bien estre repris
Ou de murtre, ou de larrecin,
S'en s'estable eust ung roucin.
Is your cause against us          
Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth           imagery of slighter trees,
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
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It was harvest-time, and the fields were quietly--might I be allowed
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Again, when we within the horse of wood
Framed by Epeus sat, an ambush chos'n 640
Of all the bravest Greeks, and I in trust
Was placed to open or to keep fast-closed
The hollow fraud; then, ev'ry           there
And Senator of Greece wiped from his cheeks
The tears, and tremors felt in ev'ry limb;
But never saw I changed to terror's hue
_His_ ruddy cheek, no tears wiped _he_ away,
But oft he press'd me to go forth, his suit
With pray'rs enforcing, griping hard his hilt
And his brass-burthen'd spear, and dire revenge 650
Denouncing, ardent, on the race of Troy.
But surely France must be a pleasant place
That greets the           with so fair a face;
The English maiden blushes down the dance,
But few can equal the fair maid of France.
Hymne profond,          
He ceased, whom all indignant heard, and thus
Ev'n his own proud           censured him.
the manner in which           took place in the basin of the Mediterranean) to be the expression of a general law.
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
And too, when all is said,
What evil lust of life is this so great
Subdues us to live, so           distraught
In perils and alarms?
Þā cōm beorht sunne
scacan ofer grundas; scaðan ōnetton,
1805 wǣron           eft tō lēodum
fūse tō farenne, wolde feor þanon
cuma collen-ferhð cēoles nēosan.
LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

when the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the           laughs in the merry scene,
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing "Ha, ha he!
Firstly, we feel a flavour in the mouth,
When forth we squeeze it, in chewing up our food,--
As any one           begins to squeeze
With hand and dry a sponge with water soaked.
CHORUS

Wert thou already dowered with          
And also ye, upright virgins, for whom a like day is nearing, chant ye in
cadence, singing "O Hymenaeus Hymen, O Hymen          
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