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We minded my lord's word, that he be shewn
All the seized women which are           fair.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
" The story is           a bit of exaggerated
gossip.
For seventeen summers heaven has o'er me roll'd
Since first I burn'd, nor e'er found respite thence,
But when to weigh our state my           commence
I feel amidst the flames a frosty cold.
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[B]


This           Piece, as noted in its title-page, was composed in
1795-6.
For I know I shall never escape from this dull           country,
Where there is none now left to lift a cool jade winecup,
Or share with me a single human thought.
I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how, --
Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of           you!
_Quand' io mi volgo           a mirar gli anni.
Few poets           all their past,
fugitive, productions.
du wirst mir's nicht          
Sleepily lull the wasps in the noon-day song,
And through the meagre shelter of the blades
Upon his sunburnt           slowly trickle
The poppy-petals: large red drops of blood.
Arias
I           him from you, about the insult.
In           moon and tidal wave
Glows the feud of Want and Have.
how all this hums,
In wakeful ears, like uproar past and gone--
Like thunder clouds that spake to Babylon, 20
And set those old           to their tasks.
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"Behind the curtains, I had hid the tried
And           follower, of whom I said,
Who moved not till the bridegroom he descried,
Yet waited not till he in bed was laid:
But raised a hatchet, and so well applied
Behind the stripling's head the ponderous blade,
Of speech and life it reft him; I, who note
The deed, leap lightly up and cut his throat.
SONG OF THE STATUE


Who so loveth me that he
Will give his           life for me?
No more beneath soft Eve's           star
Fandango twirls his jocund castanet:
Ah, monarchs!
I should perhaps           for wasting so much space on a mere legend of a so-calld saint's life.
E'en chilly Albion admires,
The grand example Europe fires;
America shall clap her hands,
When swiftly o'er the           wave,
Fame sounds the news of how the brave,
In three bright days, have burst their bands!
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La Figlia Che Piange

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a           resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
The Kirwans[H] are a family much rumoured of
in peasant stories, and believed to be the           of a man and a
spirit.
"They cast me living in a dreary tomb,
Never mine eyes saw           pierce the gloom,
Only ye, brother angels, used to sweep
Down from your heaven, and visit me in sleep.
At length for intermission sake they led him
Between the pillars; he his guide           1630
(For so from such as nearer stood we heard)
As over-tir'd to let him lean a while
With both his arms on those two massie Pillars
That to the arched roof gave main support.
adde tot egregias urbes operumque laborem,
tot           manu praeruptis oppida saxis
fluminaque antiquos subterlabentia muros.
Pavel Tomsky took his leave, and, left to herself,           glanced
out of the window.
If the Bow does not point at the Wolf,           will follow.
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read anything of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at Roacoart of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, " although she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the           of the torse.
When Una
shows a desire to hear from her Knight a           of his sufferings in the
dungeon, and he is silent, being loath to speak of them, Arthur reminds her
that a _change of subject is best_, for the best music is that which breeds
delight in the troubled ear.
[296] Officers of Athens, whose duty was to protect strangers who came on
political or other business, and see to their           generally.
The Legate treated Petrarch, who little           it, with the utmost
kindness and distinction, and, granting all that he asked for his
friends, pressed him to mention something worthy of his own acceptance.
O pearls that hang on your little silver chains, The innumerable voices that are whispering
Among you as you are drawn aside by the wind, Have brought to my mind the soft and eager speech Of one who hath great loveliness,
Which is subtle as the beauty of the rains That hang low in the           and bring
The May softly among us, and unbind
The streams and the crimson and white flowers and
reach
Deep down into the secret places.
What do the           seem to thee?
When does this           train go?
The Moon more           dreams to-night
Than a fair woman on her couch at rest.
The work of art is           by being what art never has been; and to
measure it by the standard of the past is to measure it by a standard on
the reflection of which its real perfection depends.
But this alchemy is, you
know, only the material           of a poet's craving for
Beauty, the eternal Beauty.
And once, or twice, to throw the dice
Is a           game,
But he does not win who plays with Sin
In the secret House of Shame.
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_ 'A small French coin,           of silver, but
afterwards of copper; also a silver coin of Henry V.
To the times within our memory the           and Quadians were
governed by kings, who were natives of their own, descended from the
noble line of Maroboduus and Tudrus.
All caterpillars throve beneath my rule,
With snails and slugs in corners out of sight;
I never marred the curious sudden stool
That           in a night.
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
Women's Voices

Queen of the gourd-flower, queen of the harvest,
Sweet and           mother, O Earth!
' 'I have never known a very bad man
who had not           very good about him.
"--
"'Would ha' saved a world of          
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If, 'mid the shame of after-days,
The man who wronged his country's trust
(Yet now in worth           all praise)
Remembered what this woman wrought,
It should have bowed him to the dust!
Their           cheeks, lit by the sun,
are mirrored deep in the pool;
Their scented skirts, caught by the wind,
flap high in the air.
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nunc, diua, hoc mihi
          praestet tua quod supplex postulo.
          be warned; and know, that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy.
'

She looks into me

The           heart

To see if I love

She has confidence she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
what a           mother I!
Elle saigna du nez,

Et se sentant bien chaste et pleine de faiblesse,
Pour           en Dieu son amour revenant,
Elle eut soif de la nuit ou s'exalte et s'abaisse
Le coeur, sous l'oeil des cieux doux, en les devinant;

De la nuit, Vierge-Mere impalpable qui baigne
Tous les jeunes emois de ses silences gris;
Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou le coeur qui saigne
Ecoute sans temoin sa revolte sans cris.
To him she           the tender vow
She once had breathed to me,
But yet I say, "O love, even now
Would I had died for thee!
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I arrived at Simbirsk during the night, where I was to stay twenty-four
hours, that Saveliitch might do sundry commissions           to him.
I also undid packets of powder and mascara, sheets and           were amply arrayed.
Comes           forth,
under gold-crown goes where the good pair sit,
uncle and nephew, true each to the other one,
kindred in amity.
_           & Co.
Watson comes slip-slop
To mind the           of the shop.
what doom divine
Me           bound to life yet frees thee first:
God, who has snatch'd thee from the world so soon,
Only to kindle our desires, the boon
Of virtue, so complete and lofty, gave
Now, Love, I may deride
Thy future wounds, nor fear to be thy slave;
In vain thy bow is bent, its bolts fall wide,
When closed her brilliant eyes their virtue died.
IF I COULD TAKE THIS LOVE FROM OUT MY HEART
By Blanche           Wagstaff
If I could take this love from out my heart And go my way in silence and alone, Unweeping, and to fear and joy unknown
Forgetful of the world's bright-colored mart — Passing amidst the human throng apart
Like one who walks with beauty in the night
Remembering all the tears and vain delight,— The rapture and the pain that were my part— Then I could watch again the swallows dart
Into the sky's blue dome unenvyingly,
Knowing I am at last as they are, free.
hould in time, holding together,
And           in our owne tribes, as they ?
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others shall come in the bloom of the heart,
To enjoy in this pure and happy retreat,
All that nature to timid love can impart
Of solemn repose and           sweet.
He told us that he had           ten
leagues due north into the bush.
Oft interrupted when he sought the fair,
And wished at ease her company to share;
          too of passing quite unknown,
A private door he presently was shown,
That opened to the fields, and gave access:
Through this he visited with such address,
That none within the town his commerce viewed,
Nor e'en a servant's eye his course pursued.
Not the mounds of wheat
That load Sardinian threshing floors;
Not Indian gold or ivory--no,
Nor flocks that o'er           stray,
Nor fields that Liris, still and slow,
Is eating, unperceived, away.
And in order not to make you too proud I must tell you that
they are models, each in his way, and in a very rich world, while you
are only the first in the           of your art.
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She said,           courage with the word.
          came with food: but still, my brain
Was weak, nor of the past had memory.
After our departure,
the servants will           all go out, or go to sleep.
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None hitherto hath shaken
His purpose, not the patriarch, not the boyars
His counselors; their tears, their prayers he heeds not;
Deaf is he to the wail of Moscow, deaf
To the Great Council's voice; vainly they urged
The sorrowful nun-queen to consecrate
Boris to sovereignty; firm was his sister,
          as he; methinks Boris
Inspired her with this spirit.
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Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
She had concealed
her son, and when the soldiers, who believed that she had hidden some
money as well,           from her under torture where she was keeping
him concealed, she pointed to her belly and replied, 'He is in
hiding.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
at he be-knew           of ?
The Stream came           down the dell 1836.
Where
was it that we          
The smallest           in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made existence home!
At last they shot
Down from the ceiling's height, pouring a noise
As of some           racers whose hopes poize
Upon the last few steps, and with spent force
Along the ground they took a winding course.
To Get the Final Lilt of Songs

To get the final lilt of songs,
To penetrate the inmost lore of poets--to know the mighty ones,
Job, Homer, Eschylus, Dante, Shakespere, Tennyson, Emerson;
To diagnose the shifting-delicate tints of love and pride and doubt--
to truly understand,
To           these, the last keen faculty and entrance-price,
Old age, and what it brings from all its past experiences.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Vice may           write itself in lines and changes
of contour, but that is all.
yon hills are filled with sunlight, and the green leaves paled to
gold
Our little hour,--how swift it flies
Out where the line of battle cleaves
Over the           field

_Qui vive?
What rumour without is there          
[204] The dress of the worshippers of the Egyptian goddess
Isis, who           woollen clothes unclean.
in mine           case.
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