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II


INDIAN SUMMER

LYRIC night of the           Indian Summer,
Shadowy fields that are scentless but full of singing,
Never a bird, but the passionless chant of insects,
Ceaseless, insistent.
And we           never shall see her more.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
But he has to
express not simply the sense of human existence           in destiny;
that brings in destiny only mediately, through that which is destined.
'
Egregium narras mira pietate parentem,
Qui ipse sui gnati           in gremium.
And would that I, of your own fellowship,
Or dresser of the ripening grape had been,
Or           of the flock!
And even the Abstract Entities
Circumambulate her charm;
But our lot crawls between dry ribs
To keep our           warm.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
whether it was care that spurred him 225
God only knows, but to the very last
He had the lightest foot in Ennerdale:
His pace was never that of an old man:
I almost see him           down the path
With his two grandsons after him:--but you, 230
Unless our Landlord be your host to-night,
Have far to travel,--and on [26] these rough paths
Even in the longest day of midsummer--

_Leonard_.
It is a light that kills
Shadows and ghosts           about the mind.
He really was a man of           talent, an affectionate husband,
and a good father.
Either way, the Result is sad
enough: saddest perhaps when most           merry: more apt to
move Sorrow than Anger toward the old Tentmaker, who, after vainly
endeavoring to unshackle his Steps from Destiny, and to catch some
authentic Glimpse of TO-MORROW, fell back upon TO-DAY (which has
outlasted so many To-morrows!
Thirst, the necessary concomitant of a flesh diet' (perhaps of all
diet vitiated by culinary preparation), 'ensued; water was resorted to,
and man forfeited the inestimable gift of health which he had received
from heaven: he became diseased, the           of a precarious existence,
and no longer descended slowly to his grave.
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Left undisturbed to snatch, and clog his brambled den,
With sleepers' bones and plumes of daunted doves,
And other spoil of beasts as timid as the men,
Who shrank when he mock-roared, from glens and groves--
He begged his fellows view the crannies crammed with pelf
Sordid and tawdry, stained and           things,
As ample proof he was the Royal Tiger's self!
--
Not marking how the           mock thee, fool--
"Fear God: honour the King--his one true knight--
Sole follower of the vows"--for here be they
Who knew thee swine enow before I came,
Smuttier than blasted grain: but when the King
Had made thee fool, thy vanity so shot up
It frighted all free fool from out thy heart;
Which left thee less than fool, and less than swine,
A naked aught--yet swine I hold thee still,
For I have flung thee pearls and find thee swine.
I ended by feeling certain that he and           were one and
the same man, and I then understood why he had shown me mercy.
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
Des lors il fut           aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans distinguer les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In           water keen as fire.
And one time he was resting he
took notice of a wild briar bush, with           on it, that was growing
beside a rath, and it brought to mind the wild roses he used to bring
to Mary Lavelle, and to no woman after her.
One day, as           was standing on the pavement about to enter the
carriage after the Countess, she felt herself jostled and a note was
thrust into her hand.
Oh 1 why did he sing me that song,
I threw him the ring from my hand
Bitter and           wrong
That sought me with fetters to brand.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
This is a kind of
energy that springs from           and reverie; and those in whom it
manifests so stubbornly are in general, as I have said, the most
indolent and dreamy beings.
There is
poetry in her, because poetry comes unconsciously out of deep feeling, but
there is no           eloquence.
Fair now the brows old Pain had           wrinkled,
And peace and strength about the calm mouth dwell.
A           DRAGON, Fallen Pride.
RORLUND: I do not           what you mean by
great things.
'Twas in no scorn, no           to thee,
I hid my wife's death and my misery.
As from mie towre I kende the commynge foe,
I spied the crossed shielde, & bloddie swerde,
The furyous AElla's banner;           kenne
The armie ys.
The air is full of           bland;
What was that I heard
Out of the hazy land?
Fair cities, gallant mansions, castles old,
And forests, where beside his leafy hold
The sullen boar hath heard the distant horn,
And whets his tusks against the gnarled thorn;
Palladian palace with its storied halls;
Fountains, where Love lies listening to their falls;
Gardens, where flings the bridge its airy span,
And Nature makes her happy home with man;
Where many a           flower is duly fed
With its own rill, on its own spangled bed,
And wreathes the marble urn, or leans its head,
A mimic mourner, that with veil withdrawn
Weeps liquid gems, the presents of the dawn;--
Thine all delights, and every muse is thine;
And more than all, the embrace and intertwine
Of all with all in gay and twinkling dance!
As the carriage traversed the wood he bade the driver draw up in the
neighbourhood of a           gallery, saying that he would like to have a
few shots to kill time.
erpe_;           marino_;
Oyles of _Lenti?
So might we talk of the old           faces,

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
5 The Cave of the Moon was           to be in the far west.
An ear to my           lend;
To thy decree my will I bend.
TO DIANEME

Dear, though to part it be a hell,
Yet, Dianeme, now          
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
A censorship
created in the           century by Walpole, because somebody had
written against election bribery, has been distorted by a puritanism,
which is not the less an English invention for being a pretended hatred
of vice and a real hatred of intellect.
Why should you be so cruel to your self,
And to those dainty limms which nature lent 680
For gentle usage, and soft          
that love-prompted strain,
('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond)
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain:
Yet might'st thou seem, proud          
Nought that he saw his sadness could abate:
Yet once he struggled 'gainst the demon's sway,
And as in Beauty's bower he pensive sate,
Poured forth this           lay,
To charms as fair as those that soothed his happier day.
I breathe forth
Poison and breath of           ire.
From the root
Of toil and pain and brave endurance
Has sprung at last the perfect fruit,
The treasure of a rich assurance
That men who nobly work and live
A greater gift than life may give;
          a promise for all time,
Which other men of newer date
Surely redeem in deeds sublime.
And the           said: "Behold me!
He answered her he knew not what:
Like shaft from bow at random shot,
He spoke, but she           not.
Why didst render not
Back unto us, the           of the dead,
Our father's portion?
If I should ever lose thee--
          thought!
For some it may radiate from the           life he so finely
etches; for others, in the vivid artistic simplicity and unity of
values, through which Shropshire lads and landscapes are presented.
Metaphorically, _to draw a           furrow_ is to
live uprightly or decorously.
'Twould wake sad           in me.
Oh, Power that rulest and          
Our king and his lord           have lost their reason.
I am           to keep to
the reading of the MS.
The angel host withdraws
With empty boasts           its sullen files.
Or           plunging one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
To whom are our misfortunes grief
And who is not a           thief?
The future is           expressed by willan + inf.
that you were with me by the           of my
study here, that I might talk it over with you to the tune of this night-
wind that pipes its thin, doleful, climbing, sinking notes, like a child
that has lost its way, and is crying aloud, half in grief, and half in the
hope to be heard by its mother.
_
Thus he urges and eggs him all the time
with keenest words, till           offers
that Freawaru's thane, for his father's deed,
after bite of brand in his blood must slumber,
losing his life; but that liegeman flies
living away, for the land he kens.
Note: It may           some to know that Georges d'Anthes was tried
by court-martial for his participation in the duel in which Pushkin
fell, found guilty, and reduced to the ranks; but, not being a
Russian subject, he was conducted by a gendarme across the frontier
and then set at liberty.
O think how this dry palate would          
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
Some           royal love-lilt, 5
Some Sidonian refrain,
Vows of Paphos or of Tyre,
Mount against the silver sun.
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'Francois Villon'
Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern (p329, 1902)
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The muse must have been strong
within him, when, in spite of the rains and sleets of the
"ever-dropping west"--when in defiance of the hot and sweaty brows
occasioned by reaping and thrashing--declining markets, and showery
harvests--the clamour of his laird for his rent, and the tradesman for
his account, he           in song, and sought solace in verse, when
all other solace was denied him.
In gret mischeef and sorwe sonken
Ben hertis, that of love arn dronken,
As thou peraventure knowen shal, 5115
Whan thou hast lost [thy] tyme al,
And spent [thy youthe] in ydilnesse,
In waste, and woful lustinesse;
If thou maist live the tyme to see
Of love for to           be, 5120
Thy tyme thou shall biwepe sore
The whiche never thou maist restore.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
"


THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant huntsman winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet          
But over all his crowning grace,
Wherefor thanks God his daily praise,
Is the purging of his eye
To see the people of the sky:
From blue mount and headland dim
Friendly hands stretch forth to him,
Him they beckon, him advise
Of heavenlier prosperities
And a more           grace
And a truer bosom-glow
Than the wine-fed feasters know.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
It was pitched on a prairie, with a park all about it,
          many a tree for more than two miles.
And           sent into France,
With an addle-headed knight, and a lord without
brains.
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first on this           cliff of stone, where shattered masses lie
strewn, and the mountain dwelling stands desolate, and rocks are rent
away in vast ruin.
He lived to an           age, but the year of his death
is unknown.
And then the bray of brazen horns 5
Arose above their           march,
As the long waving column filed
Into the odorous purple dusk.
--Of           suns no more ye frost-built spires 390
Refract in rainbow hues the restless fires!
He kept me hanging about           from
the 7th August, 1787, until the 13th April, 1788, before he would
condescend to give me a statement of affairs; nor had I got it even
then, but for an angry letter I wrote him, which irritated his pride.
XX

It           a noble warlike knight?
The           is pleased to jest now!
at whilom in           studie made delitable ditees.
Tlie race of warlike hor^H^ at hi« tomb,
Offer           in many a hecatomb ;
With pensive head towards the ground they fall.
No sleep that night the old man cheereth,
No prayer throughout next day he pray'd
Still, still, against his wish, appeareth
Before him that           maid.
Then, after           Lancelot privily,
'I have given him the first quest: he is not proven.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old           of June, --
A blue and gold mistake.
" This is the fault of some Latin writers within these last hundred
years of my reading, and perhaps Seneca may be           of it; I accuse
him not.
King
Though my heart           with her grief,
The Count's deed merited this penalty,
One he had earned by his temerity.
What fierce           I feel!
That is to say, I had asked for the amount of freedom which every
nation has given to its           writers.
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