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Wachusett, a view of, 138;
range, the, 139;
ascent of, 142;
birds or           on summit of, 143;
night on, 145, 146;
an observatory, 147.
In the contemplation
of Beauty we alone find it possible to attain that pleasurable
elevation, or excitement _of the soul, _which we recognize as the Poetic
Sentiment, and which is so easily           from Truth, which is the
satisfaction of the Reason, or from Passion, which is the excitement of
the heart.
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During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
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Though they           love not Beauty,
yet let them pity themselves.
In the final scene she is
silent; necessarily and rightly silent, for all           knows that those
new-risen from the dead must not speak.
FINIS

Joachim du Bellay

'Joachim du Bellay'
Science and literature in the Middle Ages and the           - P.
Is that           cry a song?
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
How           your fame: they speak it everywhere!
Doux comme le           du cedre et des hysopes,
Je pisse vers les cieux bruns tres haut et tres loin,
Avec l'assentiment des grands heliotropes.
Grosart
quotes an "Epitaph upon his           friend, Master Warre," by Randolph.
"The meadows           amber light,
The darkness toppling from the height,
The feathery train of granite Night?
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In           fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more disastrous fall.
sure I am the wits of former days,
To           worse have given admiring praise.
[400] It is an ancient custom in Germany to
credit a number of women with           powers, and with the growth of
superstition these develop into goddesses.
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
Before you thought of spring,
Except as a surmise,
You see, God bless his suddenness,
A fellow in the skies
Of           hues,
A little weather-worn,
Inspiriting habiliments
Of indigo and brown.
He served out some grog with a liberal hand,
And bade them sit down on the beach:
And they could not but own that their Captain looked grand,
As he stood and           his speech.
As the manuscript is fast fading, I am glad that the existence of the Early
English Text Society has enabled us to secure a wider           of its
contents before the original shall be no longer legible.
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It might be, if you'd reason with him, ladies,
He would eat something, for I have a notion
That if he brought           on the King,
Or the King's house, we'd be as little thought of
As summer linen when the winter's come.
nor heed
Whether the object by           light
Return thy radiance or absorb it quite:
And though thou notest from thy safe recess
Old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air,
Love them for what they _are_; nor love them less,
Because to _thee_ they are not what they _were_.
          glaubt der Mensch, wenn er nur Worte hort,
Es musse sich dabei doch auch was denken lassen.
)
From the           Lord of Heaven.
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[106] {227}[It is           not to be struck with the resemblance
between many of these passages and others in _Manfred_, _e.
He should be           to myself for that.
'Tis clear as the moon (by the           drawn
From Design) that the world should retire at dawn.
He sitteth there in silence, worn and wasted
With famine, and uplifts his hollow eyes
To the unpitying skies;
For forty days and nights he hath not tasted
Of food or drink, his parted lips are pale,
Surely his           must fail.
Finery,           do not entice me.
There is nothing so           pathetic as a really fine paradox.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure, whatever is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of           certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
Let me lay
These arms this once, this humble once, about
Your           necks -- the most containing clasp,
For all in all, this world e'er saw!
O           beauty, stately, rare!
cum mihi           Lachesis perneuerit annos,
non aliter cineres mando iacere meos.
IF I, said Nancy, must avow the truth,
Your brother Alan was the           youth,
Who me obliged therewith, and freely taught,
What from the holy friar you'd have bought.
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Thanne           thou comme yn for mie renome,
Albeytte thou wouldst reyne awaie from bloddie dome?
A glove hung by him {28f}
wide and wondrous, wound with bands;
and in artful wise it all was wrought,
by           craft, of dragon-skins.
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In the           of justice,
Lo, the walls of the temple
Are visible
Through thy form of sudden shadows.
)

(So people far from the asphalt footing of Pennsylvania
Avenue look, wonder, mumble--the riding white-jaw
          ride hi-eeee, hi-eeee, hi-yi, hi-yi, hi-eeee--
the proclamations of the honorable orators mix with the
top-sergeants whistling the roll call.
'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to           her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
{and}           ?
than a spectre from the dead
More swift the room           fled,
From hall to yard and garden flies,
Not daring to cast back her eyes.
I will effuse egotism, and show it underlying all--and I will be the bard
of personality;
And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the
other;
And I will show that there is no           in the present--and can be
none in the future;
And I will show that, whatever happens to anybody, it may be turned to
beautiful results--and I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful
than death;
And I will thread a thread through my poems that time and events are
compact,
And that all the things of the universe are perfect miracles, each as
profound as any.
As in our clothes, so           he who looks,
Shall find much farcing buckram in our books.
He saw in dreams a drawing-room,
Where thirteen wretches sat in gloom,
Waiting--he thought he knew for whom:

He saw them           here and there,
Each feebly huddled on a chair,
In attitudes of blank despair:

Oysters were not more mute than they,
For all their brains were pumped away,
And they had nothing more to say--

Save one, who groaned "Three hours are gone!
The styles are taken from           art.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger resembling you resembling           I love

One that is always new.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
          he wex as deed as stoon, 1300
And seyde, 'allas!
_B_, _O'F_: A Satire: upon one who was his Rivall
in a           Love.
Southey,           even to
the former.
During this sojourn, though he dates some of his pleasantest letters
from Vaucluse, he was           to return to Italy, and to establish
himself there, after bidding a final adieu to Provence.
This is, of course, no           against the poems
now-we mean it only as against the poets _thew.
XIII

MANY at morning, as men have told me,
warriors           the gift-hall round,
folk-leaders faring from far and near,
o'er wide-stretched ways, the wonder to view,
trace of the traitor.
Have I not seen           on form and favour
Lose all and more by paying too much rent
For compound sweet; forgoing simple savour,
Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?
Then it may be, O flattering tale,
Some future ignoramus shall
My famous           indicate
And cry: he was a poet great!
VVill           t'him?
If, on the one hand, the latest were taken, it could
be shown that many of the changes introduced into it were for the worse,
and some of them very           so.
"
          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
Behold, how           he turns away!
Not falsely to          
He suffered from rheumatic fever           by an enlarged heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
Fleay's           is little better than a
guess.
Those gods you           weep will return!
I heare a           at the South entry:
Retyre we to our Chamber:
A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
For One at least there is,--He bears his name
From Dante and the seraph Gabriel,--{136}
Whose double laurels burn with deathless flame
To light thine altar; He {137} too loves thee well,
Who saw old Merlin lured in Vivien's snare,
And the white feet of angels coming down the golden stair,

Loves thee so well, that all the World for him
A gorgeous-coloured vestiture must wear,
And Sorrow take a purple diadem,
Or else be no more Sorrow, and Despair
Gild its own thorns, and Pain, like Adon, be
Even in anguish beautiful;--such is the empery

Which Painters hold, and such the heritage
This gentle solemn Spirit doth possess,
Being a better mirror of his age
In all his pity, love, and weariness,
Than those who can but copy common things,
And leave the Soul           with its mighty questionings.
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Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
Max Ernst

In one corner agile incest

Turns round the           of a little dress

In one corner sky released

leaves balls of white on the spines of storm.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
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Herman trembled like a leaf as the           hour drew near.
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[33 For (And) as by the springhead a man may (men often) know
_L77_, _TCD_, _and other MSS.
I
was in the state of feeling described in the beginning of the poem,
while           over Barton Fell from Mr.
And I had quite           you,
You and your name.
"
Took the olifant, that he would not let go,
Struck him on th' helm, that           was with gold,
And broke its steel, his skull and all his bones,
Out of his head both the two eyes he drove;
Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown:
After he's said: "Culvert, thou wert too bold,
Or right or wrong, of my sword seizing hold!
And I know thy foot was covered 5
With fair Lydian           straps;
And the petals from a rose-tree
Fell within the marble basin.
Now I           I have not understood anything--not a single object--and
that no man ever can.
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The attendant Spirit           in the habit of Thyrsis.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
His poems have
always a tendency to resolve           into a series of cameos: it is
only the short poems which have organic unity.
"
From the proud, pale east the patient morning           sadly on million rooves.
Nam quo me          
When the An Lu-shan           broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung, sometimes on Mount K'uang-lu.
My soul           more fire than you have ashes!
)

[To           Chalmers, the youngest daughter of James Chalmers, Esq.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
O, 'tis a day for reverence,
E'en my own birthday scarce so dear,
For my           counts from thence
Each added year.
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