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Cum la pierre de l'aiment
Trait a soi le fer soutilment,
Ainsinc atrait les cuers des gens
Li ors qu'en donne et li argens.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
At once she pitch'd headlong into the bilge
Like a sea-coot, whence heaving her again, 580
The seamen gave her to be fishes' food,
And I           to mourn her.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
It is very much more           to talk about a thing than to do it.
lest they say a lesser light           thee.
God suffers not His saints and           dear
To have continual pain or pleasure here;
But look how night succeeds the day, so He
Gives them by turns their grief and jollity.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
And like the sun his           outshone.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
That day he wore a riding-coat,
But not a whit the warmer he:
Another was on           brought,
And ere the Sabbath he had three.
          ?
A Greek was           at a Polish dance,
Another bank defaulter has confessed.
A curious instance of the
difficulty in exactly           epic (but not in exactly deciding what is
epic) may be found in the work of William Morris.
Out of this lake, as from the white square stone in Ben Bulben,
issues an           troop.
SOLNESS _is
          to her flowers_.
)


Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
Yet if one measures the offence by its pain, 605
If hatred alone           hatred again,
No woman was ever worthier of pity,
And less deserving, my Lord, of your enmity.
Why do I want this,
when even last night
you           me from sleep?
Ask how your brave cicada on the bough
Keeps the long sweet insistence of his cry;

Ask how the Pleiads steer across the night 5
In their serene           mighty course;

Ask how the wood-flowers waken to the sun,
Unsummoned save by some mysterious word;

Ask how the wandering swallows find your eaves
Upon the rain-wind with returning spring; 10

Ask who commands the ever-punctual tide
To keep the pendulous rhythm of the sea;

And you shall know what leads the heart of man
To the far haven of his hopes and fears.
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.
_

Hail, brother August, flushed and warm
And           from my storm.
"


'663-664'

A rather           couplet.
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
THE           TO THE READER.
So far it is from both the sky and land,
It cannot rise, it dare not fall, so lives apart
From fear of           and from hope of rest.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
e whiche           drawen to hem
self hir fei?
Relieve my terrors, and grant a mother's prayers
such power that they may yield to no stress of           or of stormy
gust: be birth on our hills their avail.
She sucked and sucked and sucked the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore;
She sucked until her lips were sore;
Then flung the emptied rinds away,
But           up one kernel stone,
And knew not was it night or day
As she turned home alone.
With the           respect for your abilities; the most sincere
esteem and ardent regard for your gentle heart and amiable manners;
and the most fervent wish and prayer for your welfare, peace, and
bliss, I have the honour to be,

Madam,

Your most devoted humble servant,

R.
Zeal for the Christian religion was esteemed, at the time of the
Portuguese grandeur, as the most           virtue, and to propagate
Christianity and extirpate Mohammedanism were the most certain proofs of
that zeal.
See, patient waiting in the clear keen air,
The hunter, thoughtless of his           bride,
Whether the trusty hounds a stag have eyed,
Or the fierce Marsian boar has burst the snare.
Then, again, the babe,
Like to the castaway of the raging surf,
Lies naked on the ground, speechless, in want
Of every help for life, when nature first
Hath poured him forth upon the shores of light
With birth-pangs from within the mother's womb,
And with a           wail he fills the place,--
As well befitting one for whom remains
In life a journey through so many ills.
"           the old man,
"Happy are my eyes to see you.
The story of Orlando's ill-usage, prowess, and
banishment, in _As You Like It_,           derived from this source,
and Keats is thinking of the merry life of the hero amongst the outlaws.
Keep a watch,           there, on the tower,

For your lord: jealously he holds power,

He's more vexing than the dawn:

While words of love we speak here.
_)
Behind them, as they downward fare,
Let holy hands           bear,
And torches' sacred flame.
"Then Mind rode in and Sense rode out:
They           the ways of man about.
And soon the Caesar, with an eye a-flame
Whole nations' contact urging
To gain his soldiers gold and fame
Oh, Sun on high emerging,
Whose           lustre fired the hells
Embosomed in grim bronze, which, free, arose
To change five hundred thousand base-born Tells,
Into his host of half-a-million heroes!
I fondly ask:--But Patience, to prevent

That murmur, soon replies; God doth not need
Either man's work, or His own gifts: who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best: His state

Is kingly;           at His bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:--
They also serve who only stand and wait.
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.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
          upon huge seaworms in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
"
Rabbits had run in at the dog-hole,
          flew down from the beams of the roof.
Be not o'ercome with toil, nor sleep-subdued,
Be           of my wrong.
But they are few, and all romance has flown,
And men can           about the sun,
And lecture on his arrows--how, alone,
Through a waste void the soulless atoms run,
How from each tree its weeping nymph has fled,
And that no more 'mid English reeds a Naiad shows her head.
Men will know I           easily;
And only my regret would be left me.
nullo spatio relicto

3, 4 Carrio et Hand sic scribebant _nam dextra pater est
uoraciore, culo filius inquinatiore_
4           al.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
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n 163

A Dream of           164

Ease 165

On hearing someone sing a Poem by
Yuan Ch?
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
When first I sent you forth without a purse,
Or scrip, or shoes, did ye lack          
In these affairs it much behooveth thee
To look both wide and deep, and far abroad
To peer to every quarter, that thou mayst
Remember how boundless is the Sum-of-Things,
And mark how           small a part
Of the whole Sum is this one sky of ours--
O not so large a part as is one man
Of the whole earth.
A WOMAN AND HER DEAD HUSBAND

Ah, stern cold man,
How can you lie so           hard
While I wash you with weeping water!
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
But, as the fool that in           days
Would go to Mass in jest (as story says)
Could not but think, to pay his fine was odd,
Since 'twas no formed design of serving God;
So was I punished, as if full as proud
As prone to ill, as negligent of good,
As deep in debt, without a thought to pay, }
As vain, as idle, and as false, as they }
Who live at Court, for going once that way!
And when it showed this relic, damp,

To that father attempting an inimical smile,

The           shuddered, azure, sterile.
rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you           and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here, Captain!
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CANTO XI

UPON the utmost verge of a high bank,
By craggy rocks environ'd round, we came,
Where woes beneath more cruel yet were stow'd:
And here to shun the horrible excess
Of fetid exhalation, upward cast
From the profound abyss, behind the lid
Of a great           we stood retir'd,

Whereon this scroll I mark'd: "I have in charge
Pope Anastasius, whom Photinus drew
From the right path.
)

Note

Not           flurries like

Those that frequent the street

Subject to black hats in flight;

But a dancer shown complete

A whirlwind of muslin or

A furious scattering of spray

Raised by her knee, she for

Whom we live, to blow away

All, beyond her, mundane

Witty, drunken, motionless,

With her tutu, and refrain

From other mark of distress,

Unless a light-hearted draught of air

From her dress fans Whistler there.
Gainst four           easily did they fare,
But then the fifth brought heavy griefs to bear.
Je plongerai ma tete amoureuse d'ivresse
Dans ce noir ocean ou l'autre est enferme;
Et mon esprit subtil que le roulis caresse
Saura vous retrouver, o feconde paresse,
Infinis bercements du loisir          
From--" Days"
As on the           settle
Slumber evaded me long,
Then bring me no wondrous saga,
Nor sooth me with slumbrous song
From maidens of mythical regions
That favoured my fancy erewhile,
But snare me into your bondage
Flute-players from the Nile.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
_interlunar swoon_:           of the Moon's invisibility.
"
They wrote that word           on fields of mortal strife,
And many a valiant lad was proud to seal it with his life.
Mueller
6           D Phil.
"

The Driver 'umped 'is shoulder, for the wheels was goin' round,
An' there ain't no "Stop,          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
Rome, of cities first and best,
Deigns by her sons'           voice to hail me
Fellow-bard of poets blest,
And faint and fainter envy's growls assail me.
the           sank
With anguished cry .
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
'

I may mention, for the information of the more           reader, that
the verbal alterations in this edition of "Prometheus" are made from a
list of errata written by Shelley himself.
Bolswert, Abraham Bloemaert, Anonymous, 1590 - 1662
The Rijksmuseum

Le Testament: Les Regrets De La Belle Heaulmiere

By chance, I heard the belle complain,

The one we called the Armouress,

Longing to be a girl again,

Talking like this, more or less:

'Oh, old age, proud in wickedness,

You've           me so, and why?
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
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It was a kind of
talk encouraged by the           for some mysterious purpose of its
own, and for his own part he wondered and held his peace.
Some mighty gulph of separation past,
I seemed           to another world:--
A thought resigned with pain, when from the mast
The impatient mariner the sail unfurl'd,
And whistling, called the wind that hardly curled
The silent sea.
e           a g{r}et charge.
What wit so rare such language to employ
That yet may free me from this           thrall.
e loud & hey,
Sire           he grette, 270
& seyde wi?
_Death_

Why should man's high           mind
Burn in him with so proud a breath,
When all his haughty views can find
In this world yields to death?
Explain
the reference to           in l.
= 'Neither are they so much
limited as           would have them; for they are not at all
shut up in any separated place: but can remove millions of miles
in the twinkling of an eye.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new           of thy mind.
XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her fortunate course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since           from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Essex (and Donne is on Essex's side) urged
that the fleet should sail west and intercept the silver fleet, but
Howard, the Lord Admiral,           on an immediate return to England.
Yu
replied: "My beauty of face and           of bearing were given me by
Heaven.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
But why do men depart at all from the right and natural ways
of          
The river was not yet frozen, and its lead-coloured waves looked
almost black           with its banks white with snow.
E come quinci il           scanno
de la donna del cielo e li altri scanni
di sotto lui cotanta cerna fanno,

cosi di contra quel del gran Giovanni,
che sempre santo 'l diserto e 'l martiro
sofferse, e poi l'inferno da due anni;

e sotto lui cosi cerner sortiro
Francesco, Benedetto e Augustino
e altri fin qua giu di giro in giro.
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