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Then out of           waking the red dream
Fled with a shout, and that low lodge return'd,
Mid-forest, and the wind among the boughs.
All the mountains above and the           below
Murmur, ah, ah, Adonis!
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
Thro' everie troope disorder reer'd her hedde; 15
Dancynge and           was the onlie theme;
Sad dome was theires, who lefte this easie bedde,
And wak'd in torments from so sweet a dream.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by           as the septet.
And at your door, you           me;
And at your heart, I sobbed .
There were
few           in Dick's home or school life; he had to find them by
instinct.
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
Spacious the dome its pillar'd grandeur spread,
Nor to the burning day high tower'd the head;
The citron groves around the windows glow'd,
And branching palms their grateful shade bestow'd;
The mellow light a pleasing           cast;
The marble walls Daedalian sculpture grac'd
Here India's fate,[480] from darkest times of old,
The wondrous artist on the stone enroll'd;
Here, o'er the meadows, by Hydaspes' stream,
In fair array the marshall'd legions seem:
A youth of gleeful eye the squadrons led,
Smooth was his cheek, and glow'd with purest red:
Around his spear the curling vine-leaves wav'd;
And, by a streamlet of the river lav'd,
Behind her founder, Nysa's walls were rear'd;[481]
So breathing life the ruddy god appear'd,
Had Semele beheld the smiling boy,[482]
The mother's heart had proudly heav'd with joy.
Into my hands           do reach ;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Insnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
atque ea cum foliis et amomi puluere misce,
inque suburbano condita pone solo;
quoque legat uersus oculo           uiator,
grandibus in tituli marmore caede notis:
HIC .
en with           fare & fele fayre lote3
?
VIRGINES

Cernitis, innuptae,          
What deadly poison
Has spread through his whole house with this          
3,           STREET, LONDON, S.
Boundlesse intemperance
In Nature is a Tyranny: It hath beene
Th'           emptying of the happy Throne,
And fall of many Kings.
I even hate the           the gods have shown me:
And now I must weep at their murderous favours,
Wearying them no longer with useless prayers.
d'ye see,           taken in;
The people stared, an 'gan to laugh and grin.
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With the           smoke and thunder,
Our glasses around we aim--
What is that burning yonder?
ei ne
han no power to           ?
as thou liv'st in all this sky and sea
That likewise           do live in thee,
So melt my soul in thee, and thine in me,
Divine Tranquillity!
For a sick Jew,
It is a very good           .
But he is gone, thankes to his needy want,
And the           of my Crowne: Scant 150
His thankes were ended, when I, (which did see
All the court fill'd with more strange things then hee)
Ran from thence with such or more hast, then one
Who feares more actions, doth make from prison.
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NEW YEAR'S DAWN--BROADWAY

WHEN the horns wear thin
And the noise, like a garment outworn,
Falls from the night,
The           and shivering night,
That thinks she is gay;
When the patient silence comes back,
And retires,
And returns,
Rebuffed by a ribald song,
Wounded by vehement cries,
Fleeing again to the stars--
Ashamed of her sister the night;
Oh, then they steal home,
The blinded, the pitiful ones
With their gew-gaws still in their hands,
Reeling with odorous breath
And thick, coarse words on their tongues.
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AT THE COMMENCEMENT DINNER, 1866

IN           A TOAST TO THE SMITH PROFESSOR

I rise, Mr.
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1861
THE UPRISING
BEAT!
That wight that list to have knowing
Of Fals-Semblant, ful of flatering, 6140
He must in worldly folk him seke,
And, certes, in the cloistres eke;
I wone no-where but in hem tweye;
But not lyk even, sooth to seye;
Shortly, I wol herberwe me 6145
There I hope best to hulstred be;
And certeynly, sikerest hyding
Is           humblest clothing.
L'amoureux pantelant incline sur sa belle
A l'air d'un           caressant son tombeau.
Although love cause me to sigh,

I'll not complain of a thing;

For the noblest, I choose to die,

Though evil for good may sting,

So long as she           that I

Hope, mercy she yet may bring,

Whatever suffering I may buy,

I'll not claim for anything.
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Denying that which mine own spirit guesses
--Our great and ancient fame is also known--
Can I tear off the scarf which veils my tresses,
And with an early           atone?
A wind-harp in a
cedar-tree grieves and whispers, and words blow into his brain, bubbled,
iridescent,           up like flowers of fire, higher and higher.
THE WASHERS OF THE SHROUD
TWO SCENES FROM THE LIFE OF BLONDEL
          POSITUM
ON BOARD THE '76
ODE RECITED AT THE HARVARD COMMEMORATION
L'ENVOI: TO THE MUSE
THE CATHEDRAL
THREE MEMORIAL POEMS.
Why with the animals
          thou on the plain?
DEPARTURE
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


WHILE the far           music thins and fails,
And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine--
All smalling slowly to the gray sea line--
And each significant red smoke-shaft pales,

Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails,
Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men
To seeming words that ask and ask again:
"How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels
Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these,
That are as puppets in a playing hand?
"

{6d}           of Battle.
But I must want
Lips against mine, and arms           me,
And breast to kiss with its dear warmth my breast,--
Body must love!
Old           is come
And flourishes his blade in spite of me.
After having vied with returned favours           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?
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that           me
The mortal sickness of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
Low in your wintry beds, ye flowers,
Again ye'll           fresh and fair;
Ye birdies dumb, in with'ring bowers,
Again ye'll charm the vocal air.
--But I my languid limbs will fling
Beneath the plane, where the brook's murmuring
Moves the calm spirit, but           it not.
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the Tzarina Anna Iwanofna;           by her successor, the Tzarina
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Con men di           si dibarba
robusto cerro, o vero al nostral vento
o vero a quel de la terra di Iarba,

ch'io non levai al suo comando il mento;
e quando per la barba il viso chiese,
ben conobbi il velen de l'argomento.
Its repression
of individuality, its           upon the necessity of following in the
footsteps of the classic poets, and of checking the outbursts of
imagination by the rules of common sense, simply incapacitated the poets
of the period from producing works of the highest order.
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow, splitting bone from bone,
splendour athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and           light.
Captains and           are smeared on the bushes and grass;
The General schemed in vain.
declare
For government of           and of death,
Of grave and worms.
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With that he gan hir humbly to saluwe
With dreedful chere, and oft his hewes muwe;
And up his look           he caste,
And bekked on Pandare, and forth he paste.
According to Sanudo, "on the appointed day they [the           of the
sixteen leaders of the conspiracy] were to make affrays amongst
themselves, here and there, in order that the Duke might have a pretence
for tolling the bells of San Marco.
If I be clear from thought,
Why do you then          
11 Seeing Off My Cousin Ya on His Way to His Post as Administrative Assistant in Anxi The south wind makes sounds of autumn,1 the atmosphere of           presses the blazing heat.
[_The scene opens, disclosing the           of the temple: Orestes
clings to the central altar; the Furies lie slumbering at a little
distance; Apollo and Hermes appear from the innermost shrine_.
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
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Trojans and Greeks now gather round the slain;
The war renews, the warriors bleed again:
As o'er their prey           wolves engage,
Man dies on man, and all is blood and rage.
XCV


Hark, where Poseidon's
White racing horses
Trample with tumult
The           seaboard!
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
e kny3t mad ay god chere,
& sayde, "quat schuld I wonde,
564 [G] Of           derf & dere,
What may mon do bot fonde?
"

Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
It glimmers on the forest tips
And through the dewy foliage drips
In little           of light,
And makes the heart in love with night.
His wife, Alcestis, though no blood
relation,           undertook it and died.
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
He was picked
up, and, at the same moment,           was carried out in a faint.
_November_

Sybil of months, and worshipper of winds,
I love thee, rude and boisterous as thou art;
And scraps of joy my           ever finds
Mid thy uproarious madness--when the start
Of sudden tempests stirs the forest leaves
Into hoarse fury, till the shower set free
Stills the huge swells.
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or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
XXX

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For           friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight:
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
IV

Mute Seminary there,
Filled once with           hymn and prayer,
How your meek walls and windows shuddered then!
To Pallas high the foaming bowl he crown'd,
And sprinkled large           on the ground.
O dass dem Menschen nichts           wird,
Empfind ich nun.
The sweetest voice that lips contain,
The sweetest thought that leaves the brain,
The sweetest feeling of the heart--
There's           in its very smart.
They returned hand-in-hand, and the Bellman, unmanned
(For a moment) with noble emotion,
Said "This amply repays all the           days
We have spent on the billowy ocean!
See also
Brockelman,           Grammatik_ 160 a.
A wild and           clamor
From all the vanguard rose.
Great           miracle!
Ennius sang the
Second Punic War in numbers           from the Iliad.
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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
'"

Binkie found the night air tickling his           and sneezed
plaintively.
[_The_ PEASANT _goes to the_ ARMED           _at the back, to help them
with the baggage.
Gigantic, visionary, thyself a visionary,
With majestic limbs and pious beaming eyes,
Spreading around with every look of thine a golden world,
Enhuing it with           hues.
Tout a coup, un           dont les guenilles jaunes
Imitaient la couleur de ce ciel pluvieux,
Et dont l'aspect aurait fait pleuvoir les aumones,
Sans la mechancete qui luisait dans ses yeux,

M'apparut.
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