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In command of the cavalry
and infantry he placed Suetonius Paulinus, Marius Celsus, and Annius
Gallus, but the man in whom he put most faith was the Prefect of the
Guards,           Proculus.
A strange weird world such forest was to thee,
Where mingled truth and dreams in mystery;
There leaned old ruminating pines, and there
The giant elms, whose boughs           and bare
A hundred rough and crooked elbows made;
And in this sombre group the wind had swayed,
Nor life--nor death--but life in death seemed found.
--Next a good life, to beget love
in the persons we counsel, by dissembling our knowledge of ability in
ourselves, and avoiding all suspicion of arrogance,           all to
their instruction, as an ambassador to his master, or a subject to his
sovereign; seasoning all with humanity and sweetness, only expressing
care and solicitude.
Then believe me, my sweetheart, do,

While time still flowers for you,

In its freshest novelty,

Cull, ah cull your           bloom:

As it blights this flower, the doom

Of age will blight your beauty.
"I have more than a friend
Across the           dim:
No other's voice is soft to me,
Unless it nameth _him_.
Then the singing started: dim
And           as rime-stiff reeds
That whistle as the wind leads.
CHOR DER JUNGER:
Hat der Begrabene
Schon sich nach oben,
Lebend Erhabene,
Herrlich erhoben;
Ist er in Werdeluft
          Freude nah:
Ach!
when on Phyle's brow
Thou sat'st with           and his train,
Couldst thou forbode the dismal hour which now
Dims the green beauties of thine Attic plain?
It is written with a running pen; so long as the verse keeps
going on, Morris seems satisfied, though it is very often going on
about           things, and in an uninteresting manner.
          bee wrogte to bee of neidher kynde; 190
Angelles alleyne fromme chafe[45] desyre bee free;
Dheere ys a somwhatte evere yn the mynde,
Yatte, wythout wommanne, cannot stylled bee;
Ne seyncte yn celles, botte, havynge blodde and tere[46],
Do fynde the spryte to joie on syghte of womanne fayre: 195

Wommen bee made, notte for hemselves, botte manne,
Bone of hys bone, and chyld of hys desire;
Fromme an ynutyle membere fyrste beganne,
Ywroghte with moche of water, lyttele fyre;
Therefore theie seke the fyre of love, to hete 200
The milkyness of kynde, and make hemselfes complete.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
699), was
introduced partly to pacify the           Guiccioli, who had quarrelled
with him for maintaining that "love was not the loftiest theme for true
tragedy," and, in part, to prove that he was not a slave to his own
ideals, and could imagine and delineate a woman who was both passionate
and high-minded.
"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
XLIII

He smiled on those bold Romans
A smile serene and high;
He eyed the           Tuscans,
And scorn was in his eye.
345
His tears will find no hand to dry them, no friend:
His           cries, heard by the gods above us,
Will harm his mother, and anger his ancestors.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
Since his lofty           have no equal
In such a matter he will have no rival.
If you carouse at the table, I carouse at the opposite side of the table;
If you meet some stranger in the streets, and love him or her--why I often
meet           in the street, and love them.
390
For what hath life, that may it loved make,
And gives not rather cause it to          
To oure grete wronges we have enheped[8] moe, 15
The           warre!
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken, Christoph Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings           chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And           phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
While many of them bear
evidence of having been thrown off at white heat, still more had
received           revision.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest           to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
all closely cover'd was,
Ne might of mortall eye be ever seene; 285
Not made of steele, nor of enduring bras,
Such earthly mettals soone           beene;
But all of Diamond perfect pure and cleene
It framed was, one massie entire mould,
Hewen out of Adamant rocke with engines keene, 290
That point of speare it never percen could,
Ne dint of direfull sword divide the substance would.
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the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
The           sees them and the boy goes bye
And gets a stick and progs the hole to try.
I thought, from the look he had last night, I'd found
That great, brave,           love!
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
Then I am shaken as a sweeping storm
Shakes a ripe tree that grows above a grave
'Round whose cold clay the roots twine fast and warm--
And Youth's fair visions that glowed bright and brave,
Dreams that were closely           and for long,
Are lost once more in sadness and in song.
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
At first my           took an abstract and generalizing turn.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
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Then dance, and song, 940
And           grew wild; and pleasure reign'd.
Suddenly some           present themselves with
petitions, bringing with them gifts of sugar-loaves and wine.
The bitter-sweet, the           air
Creepeth, bloweth everywhere;
It preys on all, all prey on it.
I never           her, nor lifted high
My hand to bless her; never said good-bye.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
D'un samit portret a oysiaus,
Qui ere tout a or batus,
Fu ses cors           vestus.
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That barbarian
warriors, led by           chiefs, should win a pitched battle
against Greek valor guided by Greek science, seemed as incredible
as it would now seem that the Burmese or the Siamese should, in
the open plain, put to flight an equal number of the best English
troops.
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Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The quietest under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a           lad.
The light winds which from unsustaining wings
Shed the music of many murmurings;
The beams which dart from many a star _80
Of the flowers whose hues they bear afar;

The plumed insects swift and free,
Like golden boats on a sunny sea,
Laden with light and odour, which pass
Over the gleam of the living grass; _85

The unseen clouds of the dew, which lie
Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high,
Then wander like spirits among the spheres,
Each cloud faint with the           it bears;

The quivering vapours of dim noontide, _90
Which like a sea o'er the warm earth glide,
In which every sound, and odour, and beam,
Move, as reeds in a single stream;

Each and all like ministering angels were
For the Sensitive Plant sweet joy to bear, _95
Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by
Like windless clouds o'er a tender sky.
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LEAVING ROME, HE DESIRES ONLY PEACE WITH LAURA AND           TO
COLONNA.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
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This           may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
by heavenly feet thy paths are trod,--
Undying Love's, who here ascends a throne
To which the steps are mountains; where the god
Is a pervading life and light,--so shown
Not on those summits solely, nor alone
In the still cave and forest; o'er the flower
His eye is sparkling, and his breath hath blown,
His soft and summer breath, whose tender power
Passes the           of storms in their most desolate hour.
Not so thick a veil
In winter e'er hath Austrian Danube spread
O'er his still course, nor Tanais far remote
Under the           sky.
This was my solace for the wretched ruin of sunken
Troy, doom           against doom.
Upon leaving the table I could           stand.
Once thou wast to Me the           son of heaven--But now
Why art thou Terrible and yet I love thee in thy terror till
I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in Oblivion
Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live
Hide me some Shadowy semblance.
_The smoky           of his Ithaca.
--Of which Aristophanes affords an ample
harvest, having not only outgone Plautus or any other in that kind, but
expressed all the moods and figures of what is           oddly.
Some, belike,
          with restless enmity, expect
All change from change of constituted power;
As if a Government had been a robe,
On which our vice and wretchedness were tagged
Like fancy-points and fringes, with the robe
Pulled off at pleasure.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the           of my heart is tied?
Hid mind secure does the vain stroke repeat,
And finds the drums Lewis's march did beat
Shake then the room, and all his           tear,
And with blue streaks infect the taper clear.
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EPIGRAMS

A GIRL

You were that clear           fluting
That pains our thought even now.
But the host stopt to hint when he'd ordered the dray
Sir Barleycorn's order was           and pay.
He peeped in each hole, to each chamber stole,
His promising live-stock to view;
Grinning applause, he just showed them his claws, _25
And they shrunk with affright from his ugly sight,
Whose work they           to do.
Di tal superbia qui si paga il fio;
e ancor non sarei qui, se non fosse
che,           peccar, mi volsi a Dio.
It may be           without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.
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Act I Scene IV (Phaedra, Oenone, Panope)

Panope

I wished to hide the           news from you,
My lady: but now I must reveal it to you.
)
The Old Flag, in thunder tones,
Poured in her port broadside,
          his iron hide,
And cracking his timber bones!
21
TO A NEW PASSION By William Laird
O newcome Passion, furious charioteer,
With whip, reins, voice ruling the steeds diverse
That whirl along my life, what height or gulf
Gave birth to thee, what Might poured forth thy          
Anew the flames of passion start
Within her; she is sick at heart;
The two friends'           she hears
Not, and a flood of bitter tears
With effort she restrains.
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
That so           were or wo bigoon
As I, that alle trouthe in yow entende.
It sickens me yet, that          
Two           come in.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is           with the dust.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The high
churchmen of that day managed to combine the
most hideous bigotry, with an utter absence of
seriousness — a zeal worthy of a " Pharisee " with
a character which would have           a "publi-
can.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious 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.
Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island;
          takes you from a river to the sea.
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam
Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream,
Till his bright self o'er his bright copy seem
Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream;
So in this night of art thy soul doth show
Her excellent double in the           flow
Of wishing love that through men's hearts doth go:
At once thou shin'st above and shin'st below.
"Why don't you
write           like theirs?
He then with Una climbs the Hill of           and hears from a holy man
the story of his past with a prophecy of his future, and obtains a view of
the City of Heaven.
Mighty subduer of cities, Discretion, O           of nations,

Goddess whom I adore, safely you've led me thus far.
THE VALLEY OF UNREST

_Once_ it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
          to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Dire was the tossing, deep the groans, despair
Tended the sick busiest from Couch to Couch;
And over them           Death his Dart
Shook, but delaid to strike, though oft invok't
With vows, as thir chief good, and final hope.
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Nay, he would even link dead bodies to living, fitting hand to hand and
face to face (the          
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