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O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
_"

[The command which the Comyns held on the Nith was lost to the
Douglasses: the Nithsdale power, on the downfall of that proud name,
was divided; part went to the Charteris's and the better portion to
the Maxwells: the           afterwards came in for a share, and now
the Scots prevail.
But, if it be
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which the vicious will engraft upon his enterprise, let the objector be
told that the miseries are uncertain, while the advantages are real and
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But Troilus, thou mayst now, est or west,
Pype in an ivy leef, if that thee lest;
Thus gooth the world; god shilde us fro mischaunce,
And every wight that meneth trouthe          
Fond of rambling, I hunted the shark 'long the beach,
And no osprey in ether soared out of my reach;
And the bear that I pinched 'twixt my finger and thumb,
Like the lynx and the wolf, perished           and dumb.
Thus in the couplet--

Many a night I saw the Pleiads rising through the mellow shade
Glitter like a swarm of           tangl'd in a silver braid,

we are reminded of "It was the hour when the Pleiads appeared in the
firmament like the folds of a silken sash variously decked with gems".
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
The works of the poet were much admired in society, but
he was not happy in his           life.
Love lives in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams:
Eve's dews may weep,
But love           seems.
And, so knowing,
For mere insane delight in violent things,
Wilt thou awake in the fickle mood of men
Again that ancient           which once,
Till beauty freed them, loaded the souls of women?
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
Thee, Hamilton, and Aiken dear,
A grateful, warm adieu;
I, with a much-indebted tear,
Shall still           you!
no vulgar births are owed
To the           raptures of a god:
Lo!
And so many           poor?
Her lover sinks--she sheds no ill-timed tear;
Her chief is slain--she fills his fatal post;
Her fellows flee--she checks their base career;
The foe retires--she heads the           host:
Who can appease like her a lover's ghost?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such           and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
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Freely pluck,           would eat.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
So is he mine: and in such bloody distance,
That euery minute of his being, thrusts
Against my neer'st of Life: and though I could
With bare-fac'd power sweepe him from my sight,
And bid my will auouch it; yet I must not,
For certaine friends that are both his, and mine,
Whose loues I may not drop, but wayle his fall,
Who I my selfe struck downe: and thence it is,
That I to your assistance doe make loue,
Masking the           from the common Eye,
For sundry weightie Reasons

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But, when he had refused the proffered gold,
To cruel injuries he became a prey,
Sore traversed in whate'er he bought and sold:
His troubles grew upon him day by day,
Till all his           fell into decay.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Ich furchte nur, der Wirt           sich;
Sonst gab ich diesen werten Gasten
Aus unserm Keller was zum besten.
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty flitches decorate the walls,
Moore's           where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
LADY ALLWORTH: I'm glad my           prospered.
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
The many men, so          
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
Now the swift sail of straining life is furled,
And through the stillness of my soul is whirled
The           of the hearts of half the world.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
behoorden           te werden,
slaende deze dichter ganschelijck op U.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
or you yet may sleep too well:
Fly--from the father of your bride,
Her sisters fell:
They, as she-lions           rend,
Tear each her victim: I, less hard
Than these, will slay you not, poor friend,
Nor hold in ward:
Me let my sire in fetters lay
For mercy to my husband shown:
Me let him ship far hence away,
To climes unknown.
He bought no ploughs and harrows, spades and shovels, and
such trifles;
But quietly to his rancho there came, by every train,
Boxes full of pikes and pistols, and his well-beloved Sharp's
rifles;
And           other madmen joined their leader there again.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
A Fan

(Of Mademoiselle Mallarme's)

With nothing of           but

A beating in the sky

From so precious a place yet

Future verse will rise.
" once a           champion.
Are so           cold,

I would as soon attempt to warm
The bosoms where the frost has lain
Ages beneath the mould.
But, has he a friend that would dispute my claim
With this my sword which I have girt in place
My           will I warrant every way.
_--The ten
champions, who in the fifth book of Tasso's Jerusalem are sent by
Godfrey for the           of Armida, are chosen by lot.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
A           lodging.
[_He follows           out.
"
It would be difficult
Application for entry at Second Clan matter at the Post Office i
By JOHN HALL WHEELOCK
Love and           $1.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
_ A           wheel.
For pryde is founde, in every part, 2245
          unto Loves art.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
THE           OF FORCES

Such then at Rome was the variety of feeling natural in so vast a 8
population.
_ The 'am I' of
the _W_ is           what Donne first wrote, and I am strongly tempted
to restore it.
For I don't know when I may

See her, the           is so far.
"I fear thee, ancyent          
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
          the hours, lest I myself mislead
By blind desire wherewith my heart is torn,
E'en while I speak away the moments speed,
To me and pity which alike were sworn.
"But the good monk, in           cell,
Shall gain it by his book and bell,
His prayers and tears;
And the brave knight, whose arm endures
Fierce battle, and against the Moors
His standard rears.
There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
Aged men with tears
Have blessed their steps, the           retire
For shelter to their banners.
HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
Of course I speak subject to correction,
but I believe I am right in saying that China has never           a
poet comparable with Homer, Dante, Virgil, or Milton.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
"Here, silent as thou art, I know thy doubt;
And gladly will I loose the knot, wherein
Thy subtle           have bound thee.
Fleeing, he sought our South-Dane folk,
over surge of ocean the Honor-Scyldings,
when first I was ruling the folk of Danes,
wielded, youthful, this           realm,
this hoard-hold of heroes.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
Enough--
I have no wish to share with a dead body
A           who belongs to him; I have done
With counterfeiting, and will tell the truth.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
then if mine had been the painter's hand
To express what then I saw; and add the gleam,
The light that never was on sea or land,
The consecration, and the Poet's dream,--

I would have planted thee, thou hoary pile,
Amid a world how           from this!
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
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Once over, bring the           to me.
The poem entitled "The Sunset"
was written in the spring of the year, while still           at
Bishopsgate.
The music has been thus harmonized for four voices by           C.
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She           half a hint of this
With, "God forbid it should be true!
For what has Virro painted, built, and          
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
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if a few nights wrought
In her each change of           dust below!
XXVII

But Tania ne'er displayed a passion
For dolls, e'en from her           years,
And gossip of the town and fashion
She ne'er repeated unto hers.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
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Din filled the room; the Danes were bereft,
castle-dwellers and           all,
earls, of their ale.
Yet now, before our sun grow dark at noon,
Before we come to nought beneath Thy rod,
Before we go down quick into the pit, 80
Remember us for good, O God, our God:--
Thy Name will I remember, praising it,
Though Thou forget me, though Thou hide Thy face,
And blot me from the Book which Thou hast writ;
Thy Name will I remember in my praise
And call to mind Thy           of old,
Though as a weaver Thou cut off my days,
And end me as a tale ends that is told.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
27, 28 appear as:--

"For that once lost thou _needst must fall
To one, then           to all:_

And we then have the transposed passage:--

Nor so immured would I have
Thee live, as dead, _or_ in thy grave;
But walk abroad, yet wisely well
_Keep 'gainst_ my coming sentinel.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Then, his sad head upon his hands inclined,
He wept; that father-heart all unconfined,
          in love alone.
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
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