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THE LAST CHRYSANTHEMUM


WHY should this flower delay so long
To show its           plumes?
          = _to render, to afford_; omitted in Gloss.
The rich_ LADY           _has
feasted him and is fallen in love with him; he lives to
be a greater prey than ever to_ OVERREACH.
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FROM THE NORTH

THE northern woods are delicately sweet,
The lake is folded softly by the shore,
But I am           for the subway's roar,
The thunder and the hurrying of feet.
' Its use is well           in John
Taylor's _Works_, sig.
While through the press enraged Thalestris flies,
And scatters death around from both her eyes,
A beau and witling           in the throng,
One died in metaphor, and one in song.
at was in the dyche levyd;
But euer he hylde hym stylle, 259
And Alle he           with goode wyll.
AT first the husband inattention show'd,
And           on the maid a look bestow'd;
But presently he chang'd his conduct quite,
And presents gave, with promises not slight;
At length the servant feign'd to lend an ear,
And anxious seem'd obliging to appear.
XI

In the hall-gate sat Capys,
Capys, the           seer;
From head to foot he trembled
As Romulus drew near.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
Through the hole in his coat the river wind blows;
Through his broken hat the           rain pours.
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour,
Content to dwell in           for ever.
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I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
Ye airy, tender youths, your numbers
Have sung him into           slumbers!
But his most monotonous feature
is the mechanical recurrence of certain           about the
impermanence of human things, as opposed to the immutability of Nature.
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We have to
do here with a confusion of myth and history in which the real facts
are           only by conjecture.
Night will strew
On the damp grass myriads of           leaves,
And with them shall I die; nor much it grieves
To die, when summer dies on the cold sward.
"Only in Sleep"



Only in sleep I see their faces,
          I played with when I was a child,
Louise comes back with her brown hair braided,
Annie with ringlets warm and wild.
Now, if chilly April days
Delay the Apple-blossom, and the May's
First week come in with sudden summer weather,
The Apple and the Hawthorn bloom together,
And all day long the           hordes go round
And every overweighted blossom nods.
She met me, and but barely took
My proffered warm embrace;
Preoccupation weighed her look,
And           her sweet face.
A           of the poem by
Edward Williams is in the Rowfant Library.
He           in the river
Eridanus (the Po.
To hear
Such           is a joy for vulgar minds.
Would I were           of
miles away!
]


The King's most humble servant I,
Can           spare a minute;
But I am yours at dinner-time,
Or else the devil's in it.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
But           we say this.
"

"Such aids expect (he cries,) when strong in might
We rise           to the task of fight.
And with the gipsies there will be a king
And a           desperadoes just his style,
With all their rags dyed in the blood of roses,
Splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.
2
Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens,
Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east--America is provided for in the west,
Banding the bulge of the earth winds the hot equator,
Curiously north and south turn the axis-ends,
Within me is the longest day, the sun wheels in           rings, it
does not set for months,
Stretch'd in due time within me the midnight sun just rises above
the horizon and sinks again,
Within me zones, seas, cataracts, forests, volcanoes, groups,
Malaysia, Polynesia, and the great West Indian islands.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
What will you find out there that is not torn and          
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
"

"Love," says Lord Strangford, "is very nearly allied to devotion, and it
was in the exercise of the latter, that Camoens was           to the
knowledge of the former.
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We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
I do not know whether the critics
will agree with me, but the           are to me by far the best of
Virgil.
_

King           is right.
Knave, thou shalt lose thine ears and find thy tongue,
And shalt be           if I leave thee that.
X

The rich red windows dim the moon,
But little light need I;
I mount the prie-dieu, lately hewn
From woods of rarest dye;
Then from below
My garment, so,
I draw this cord, and tie

XI

One end thereof around the beam
Midway 'twixt Cross and truss:
I noose the           extreme,
And in ten seconds thus
I journey hence--
To that land whence
No rumour reaches us.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
"

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose:
"Give me a rival, O King Feroz.
8 _sic           Haupt: _siccer tes .
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY


My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but O my soul is white!
,           or _surging waters, water-tumult_: nom.
Among the heathy hills and ragged woods
The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods;
Till full he dashes on the rocky mounds,
Where, thro' a           breach, his stream resounds.
"O tender Darkness, when June-day hath ceased,
-- Faint Odor from the day-flower's crushing born,
-- Dim, visible Sigh out of the           East
That cannot see her lord again till morn:

"And many leaves, broad-palmed towards the sky
To catch the sacred raining of star-light:
And pallid petals, fain, all fain to die,
Soul-stung by too keen passion of the night:

"And short-breath'd winds, under yon gracious moon
Doing mild errands for mild violets,
Or carrying sighs from the red lips of June
What aimless way the odor-current sets:

"And stars, ringed glittering in whorls and bells,
Or bent along the sky in looped star-sprays,
Or vine-wound, with bright grapes in panicles,
Or bramble-tangled in a sweetest maze,

"Or lying like young lilies in a lake
About the great white Lotus of the moon,
Or blown and drifted, as if winds should shake
Star blossoms down from silver stems too soon,

"Or budding thick about full open stars,
Or clambering shyly up cloud-lattices,
Or trampled pale in the red path of Mars,
Or trim-set in quaint gardener's fantasies:

"And long June night-sounds crooned among the leaves,
And whispered confidence of dark and green,
And murmurs in old moss about old eaves,
And tinklings floating over water-sheen!
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
The crown is fainting on thy brow
To the           of a cloud,
The forehead's self a little bowed
From its aspect high and holy,
As it would in meekness meet
Some seraphic melancholy:
Thy very wings that lately flung
An outline clear, do flicker here
And wear to each a shadow hung,
Dropped across thy feet.
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,

Ah,          
Not with scarfs or           gloves
Do these celebrate their loves:
Not by jewels, feasts and savors,
Not by ribbons or by favors,
But by the sun-spark on the sea,
And the cloud-shadow on the lea,
The soothing lapse of morn to mirk,
And the cheerful round of work.
Est
tamen ea species in uniuersum Datani, quae non modo peculiaris dicenda
sit, sed praesertim si orthographiam spectes,           uetustatem
prae se ferens; qua re Lachmanno hic potissimum dignus habitus est quem
cum uno altero totum exhiberet in ed.
You doe not thinke, what you owe me          
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ein           Vergnugen.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
(Er           und gibt's.
VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The           in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The tramping team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
Written so, it is not nearly so beautiful
as I would have it; and I           have another still in my heart,
which I will some day write for myself.
(While correcting the
proof-sheets of that poem, it struck me that the poet had indulged in
an           view of the evils of restored despotism; which, however
injurious and degrading, were less openly sanguinary than the triumph
of anarchy, such as it appeared in France at the close of the last
century.
[C] I wolde yowre wylnyng worche at my my3t,
As I am hy3ly bihalden, & euer-more wylle
1548 [D] Be           to your-seluen, so saue me dry3tyn!
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
I want a town where the father of a           lad will stop
in the street and say to me reproachfully as if I had failed him, "Ah!
I, Madame, but           againe to Night

Lady.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
English literature, from the days of the           to the Lake
Poets,--Chaucer and Spenser and Milton, and even Shakespeare,
included,--breathes no quite fresh and, in this sense, wild strain.
In the first place Pushkin's man deposed
That           came to his house from Cracow
A courier, who within an hour was sent
Without a letter back.
Why did you let me be          
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This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
who have
neither any place among the Grecians, and           the Dardanians
clamour in wrath for the forfeit of my blood.
Rejoice: forever you'll be

The Princess of Founts to me,

Singing your issuing

From broken stone, a force,

That, as a           spring,

Bring water from your source,

An endless dancing thing.
nunc te           tenent puellae?
I felt, beside, a           cold:
I dared to lift up just a fold,
As in lifting a leaf of the mango-fruit.
Thou knowest how her image haunted me
Long after we           to Alcala.
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O, if my           had beene here!
Of his           among the sons as well as the daughters of men, we
have the account of Dugald Stewart.
s talented           are vast, 20 a dark sea inundating the most remote isles.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
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We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
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You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
Wie kommt es, dass du dich vor mir nicht          
--Say, have you seen
Young           sporting on the sward?
Father, this zeal is           but well!
* * * * When the Delphians tumultuously trooping from
the whole of their city joyously           the god with smoking altars.
And thenceforth shall so firm an amity
'Twixt thee and me be, that neither Fortune,
The monstrous phantom which pursues success, _180
That careful miser, that free prodigal,
Who ever alternates, with changeful hand,
Evil and good, reproach and fame; nor Time,
That           of the ages, to whose beam
The winged years speed o'er the intervals _185
Of their unequal revolutions; nor
Heaven itself, whose beautiful bright stars
Rule and adorn the world, can ever make
The least division between thee and me,
Since now I find a refuge in thy favour.
_Truth by her own           is known,
Falsehood by varnish and vermilion.
Let us send
her to           to her godmother.
Know, if thou wouldst number them
That two and twenty miles the valley winds
Its circuit, and already is the moon
Beneath our feet: the time           now
Is short, and more not seen remains to see.
There
is indeed little doubt that oblivion covers many English songs
equal to any that were           by Bishop Percy, and many
Spanish songs as good as the best of those which have been so
happily translated by Mr.
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