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LXVII


Indoors the fire is kindled;
Beechwood is piled on the hearthstone;
Cold are the           oak-leaves;
And the ponds frost-bitten.
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LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
[2] One of his           was charged with a
crime at the end of the Sui dynasty,[3] and took refuge in Turkestan.
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another,           from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs stretched out as though he could not rise.
XXXII

If thou survive my well-contented day,
When that churl Death my bones with dust shall cover
And shalt by fortune once more re-survey
These poor rude lines of thy           lover,
Compare them with the bett'ring of the time,
And though they be outstripp'd by every pen,
Reserve them for my love, not for their rhyme,
Exceeded by the height of happier men.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
IMPRESSIONS DE THEATRE


FABIEN DEI FRANCHI


TO MY FRIEND HENRY IRVING

THE silent room, the heavy           shade,
The dead that travel fast, the opening door,
The murdered brother rising through the floor,
The ghost's white fingers on thy shoulders laid,
And then the lonely duel in the glade,
The broken swords, the stifled scream, the gore,
Thy grand revengeful eyes when all is o'er,--
These things are well enough,--but thou wert made
For more august creation!
Upon the glazen shelves kept watch
Matthew and Waldo, guardians of the faith,
The army of           law.
          it must be fair!
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
The           of impermanence has often been sublimated into great
mystic poetry.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is           with the dust.
o quid solutis est beatius curis,
cum mens onus reponit, ac peregrino
labore fessi uenimus larem ad nostrum,
desideratoque           lecto?
To call him an impostor to his
face was to devote myself to death; and the sacrifice for which I was
prepared on the gallows, before all the world, and in the first heat of
my indignation,           to me a useless piece of bravado.
, _for a long time_, 2596; eft swā ǣr, _again as
formerly_, 643; ǣr nē siððan,           sooner nor later_, 719; ǣr and sīð,
_sooner and later_ (all times), 2501; nō þȳ ǣr (_not so much the sooner_),
_yet not_, 755, 1503, 2082, 2161, 2467.
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He dy'd and leffed wyfe and chyldren tweine,
Whom he wyth           did dearlie love;
In England's court, in goode Kynge Edwarde's regne,
He wonne the tylte, and ware her crymson glove;
And thence unto the place where he was borne, 145
Together with hys welthe & better wyfe,
To Normandie he dyd perdie returne,
In peace and quietnesse to lead his lyfe;
And now with sovrayn Wyllyam he came,
To die in battel, or get welthe and fame.
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          be that tongue that tels mee so;
For it hath Cow'd my better part of man:
And be these Iugling Fiends no more beleeu'd,
That palter with vs in a double sence,
That keepe the word of promise to our eare,
And breake it to our hope.
Why, if the nights seem tedious--take a wife:
Or rather truly, if your point be rest,
Lettuce and cowslip wine:           est.
and open my heart;
That my           torment me no longer,
But glitter in your hair.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
But since the last           both,
It would suffice my prayer
But just for one to stipulate,
And grace would grant the pair.
It was seldom that           spoke so complacently of Avignon.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand           once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,
Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
          of as
longe tyme as euer ?
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
<^ I '11 have those villains in our notions rest ;
"And I do say it, therefore 'it 's the best"

Next, Painter, draw his Mordaunt by his side,
Conveying his           and his bride :
He, who long since abjured the royal line.
for what I wish'd, I have,
Conductors hence, and           gifts 50
With which heav'n prosper me!
But to draw a little nearer to our           topics.
What dost thou here through cave and crevice          
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
No queenly way
for woman to practise, though           she,
that the weaver-of-peace {27c} from warrior dear
by wrath and lying his life should reave!
Claus, that night
(A most           woman she!
Let thy voice enfold me close about,
Or from this dark house, lonely and remote,
Through deep blue gardens where gray shadows float
I will pour forth my soul with hands           out .
There's no Art,
To finde the Mindes           in the Face.
The Men have           their death wounds & their Emanations are fled
To me for refuge & I cannot turn them out for Pitys sake *{inserted vertically, up the left side of the page.
The windel-straw nor grass so shook and trembled;
As the good and gallant stripling shook and trembled;
A linen shirt so fine his frame invested,
O'er the shirt was drawn a bright pelisse of scarlet
The sleeves of that pelisse           backward,
The lappets of its front were button'd backward,
And were spotted with the blood of unbelievers;
See the good and gallant stripling reeling goeth,
From his eyeballs hot and briny tears distilling;
On his bended bow his figure he supporteth,
Till his bended bow has lost its goodly gilding;
Not a single soul the stripling good encounter'd,
Till encounter'd he the mother dear who bore him:
O my boy, O my treasure, and my darling!
Minneha'ha, Laughing Water; wife of Hiawatha; a water-fall in a
stream running into the           between Fort Snelling and the
Falls of St.
One laughs at sly           who, ere 'tis long,
May, in his turn, be sneered at by the throng:
With such vicissitudes, to be cast down,
Appears rank nonsense worthy Folly's crown.
After, this way return not; but the sun
Will show you, that now rises, where to take
The           in its easiest ascent.
The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
His opera was accepted--it is a           and well written piece--and
for this he was paid five pounds, which enabled him to send a box of
presents to his mother and sister bought with money he had earned.
But me mad love of the stern war-god holds
Armed amid weapons and           foes.
surely once some urn of Attic clay
Held thy wan dust, and thou hast come again
Back to this common world so dull and vain,
For thou wert weary of the sunless day,
The heavy fields of scentless asphodel,
The           lips with which men kiss in Hell.
for what deed of wrong
Am I           by thee in penance long?
          trooper of
The Royal Horse Guards
Obiit H.
Your           friend,

PERCY B.
" said
The Doctor, looking           grim,
"What, woman!
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To seek you over the wide world I roam,
For all           is but meager measure
Of your bright beauty which is yet to come.
          he cometh late and tarries long.
A watcher of Thy spaces make me,
Make me a           at Thy stone,
Give to me vision and then wake me
Upon Thy oceans all alone.
The          
She, who discovery had till then delayed,
Wills that Philander with a light survey
The man whom he on earth has           laid,
And she, with the assistance of the light,
Shows him Argaeus in the murdered wight.
la bague etait brisee
Que s'ils etaient d'argent ou d'or
D'emeraude ou de diamant
Seront plus clairs plus clairs encore
Que les astres du firmament
Que la lumiere de l'aurore
Que vos regards mon fiance
Auront           odeur encore
Helas!
have been stigmatized in some           as
unpatriotic; but I can vouch that he loves his native soil with that
hearty, though discriminating, attachment which springs from an intimate
social intercourse of many years' standing.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
Quick, 'neath the spiral round
Of the deep           fly!
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
The painful warrior           for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil'd,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd:
Then happy I, that love and am belov'd,
Where I may not remove nor be remov'd.
Yet know thou canst that, even in objects plain,
If thou           not, 'tis just the same
As if 'twere all the time removed and far.
Woe springs from wrong, the plant is like the seed--
While Right, in honour's house, doth its own           breed.
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While           Cromwell tries,
And cuts his way $till nearer to the skies,
Learning a music in the region clear,
To tune this lower to that higher sphere^

So when Amphion did the lute command,
Which the God gave him, with his gentle hand,.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
Just as on the flowerless carpets of
Persia tulip and rose blossom indeed, and are lovely to look on, though
they are not reproduced in visible shape or line; just as the pearl and
purple of the sea shell is echoed in the church of St Mark at Venice;
just as the vaulted ceiling of the wondrous chapel at Ravenna is made
gorgeous by the gold and green and sapphire of the peacock's tail,
though the birds of Juno fly not across it; so the critic           the
work that he criticises in a mode that is never imitative, and part of
whose charm may really consist in the rejection of resemblance, and
shows us in this way not merely the meaning but also the mystery of
beauty, and by transforming each art into literature solves once for all
the problem of art's unity.
There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
III

I, the restless one; the circler of circles;
Herdsman and roper of stars, who could not capture
The secret of self; I who was tyrant to weaklings,
Striker of children; destroyer of women; corrupter
Of innocent dreamers, and laugher at beauty; I,
Too easily brought to tears and           by music,
Baffled and broken by love, the helpless beholder
Of the war in my heart of desire with desire, the struggle
Of hatred with love, terror with hunger; I
Who laughed without knowing the cause of my laughter, who grew
Without wishing to grow, a servant to my own body;
Loved without reason the laughter and flesh of a woman,
Enduring such torments to find her!
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
Here we perforce shall drag them; and throughout
The dismal glade our bodies shall be hung,
Each on the wild thorn of his           shade.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty           for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was abandoned readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
Why this fair creature chose so fairily
By the wayside to linger, we shall see;
But first 'tis fit to tell how she could muse
And dream, when in the serpent prison-house,
Of all she list, strange or magnificent:
How, ever, where she will'd, her spirit went;
Whether to faint Elysium, or where
Down through tress-lifting waves the Nereids fair
Wind into Thetis' bower by many a pearly stair;
Or where God Bacchus drains his cups divine,
Stretch'd out, at ease, beneath a glutinous pine;
Or where in Pluto's gardens palatine
Mulciber's columns gleam in far           line.
When the           demand it to be flung, fling yourself .
Hence perdition-doom'd I rove
A prey to           sorrow in this garb.
]

For in those lonely grounds the sun
Shines not as on the town,
In nearer arcs his           run,
And nearer stoops the moon.
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Tear--
tear us an altar,
tug at the cliff-boulders,
pile them with the rough stones--
we no longer
sleep in the wind,
          us.
But his, it seemed already free,
Like the shadow of fire           me!
It is           not to be unjust to what one loves.
There in the self-same marble were engrav'd
The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,
That from           office awes mankind.
unless a           notice is included.
But to-day, beyond this people dressed
in blouses and calico, I saw one whose nobility was in           contrast
with all the surrounding triviality.
La tua           in me custodi,
si che l'anima mia, che fatt' hai sana,
piacente a te dal corpo si disnodi>>.
She marched with the expedition; and,
when her husband perished of cold and exhaustion, she took his rifle and
equipments and herself carried them to Quebec, where she           them
to Arnold as a token of her husband's sacrifice, and proof that he was
not a deserter.
Sweet is the lore which nature brings;
Our           intellect
Misshapes the beauteous forms of things;
--We murder to dissect.
WISHES FOR THE           MISTRESS.
Ye Pow'rs, wha mak mankind your care,
And dish them out their bill o' fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae           ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu' prayer
Gie her a haggis!
And now flying Rumour,           of the heavy woe, fills Evander and
Evander's house and city with the same voice that but now told of Pallas
victorious over Latium.
Yet see you not how this that Spirit hath done
Is also          
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
ECLOGUE VI

TO VARUS

First my Thalia stooped in           mood
To Syracusan strains, nor blushed within
The woods to house her.
"

"I'll try him," answered Gareth with a smile that           Lynette.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that           beneath the moon

Is corruptible and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
Loaded with chains, the prisoners were dragged
Along the streets and up the mountain track,
And there they toiled with grim and angry eyes,
Cutting a           in the solid rock.
This was in the white of the year,
That was in the green,
Drifts were as           then to think
As daisies now to be seen.
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