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" Thus having spoke,

Once more upon the           skull his teeth
He fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone
Firm and unyielding.
Then a damp gust
          rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
Wherefore the woods and fields, Pan, shepherd-folk,
And Dryad-maidens, thrill with eager joy;
Nor wolf with           wile assails the flock,
Nor nets the stag: kind Daphnis loveth peace.
"

MENALCAS
"As           to the corn, to ewes with young
Lithe willow, as arbute to the yeanling kids,
So sweet Amyntas, and none else, to me.
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Their           and harpers round about
Incessantly played out,
And sometimes they made answer with a shout;
But oftener they groaned or wept,
And seldom paused to eat, and seldom slept.
O earth the thundercleft, windshaken, where
The louder voice of "blood and blood" doth rise,
Hast thou an altar for this          
His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What           ran
When Plato was a certainty.
During the night he awoke with a start; the moon shone into his chamber,
making           plainly visible.
That ground will take no          
The pewit turned over and stooped oer my head
Where the raven croaked loud like the           ill-bred,
But the lark high above charmed me all the day long,
So I sat down and joined in the chorus of song.
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With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
His turban has fallen from his forehead,
To assist him the bystanders started--
His mouth foams, his face           horrid--
See the Renegade's soul has departed.
'What terror, what utter           hath fallen on your spirits, O
never to be stung to shame, O slack alway?
at,
And           a-doun stap,
?
I daren't send this by another,

I have such fear of her disdain,

Nor go myself, and go in vain,

Nor           make love to her;

Yet she must know I am better

Since she heals my wound again.
But gasping heaved the breath that Lara drew,[ky]
And dull the film along his dim eye grew;
His limbs           fluttering, and his head drooped o'er
The weak yet still untiring knee that bore;
He pressed the hand he held upon his heart--
It beats no more, but Kaled will not part 1140
With the cold grasp, but feels, and feels in vain,
For that faint throb which answers not again.
Though now unfit an active war to wage,
Heavy with           arms, stiff with cold age,
His listless limbs unable for the course,
In standing fight he yet maintains his force;
Till faint with labour, and by foes repell'd,
His tired slow steps he drags from off the field.
Below the ice, the unheard stream's
Clear heart thrilled on in ecstasy;

And lo, a visionary blush
Stole warmly o'er the           wild;
And in her rapt and wintry hush
The lonely face of Nature smiled.
ATHENA

Will ye to me then this           trust?
whose           sway
Assembled states, and lords of earth obey,
The laws and sceptres to thy hand are given,
And millions own the care of thee and Heaven.
Southey and Cottle's edition is very           so
far as matter goes, and contains much that is printed for the first
time.
Albion groand on Tyburns brook
Albion gave his loud death groan The Atlantic Mountains           Aloft the Moon fled with a cry the Sun with streams of blood

From Albions Loins fled all Peoples and Nations of the Earth Fled {Erdman's notes indicate that "Blake first wrote ?
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
Then hear my prayers withal, and then ring out
The female triumph-note, thy privilege--
Yea, utter forth the usage Hellas knows,
The cry beside the altars, sounding clear
          to friends, alarm to foes.
R

[Illustration]

R was a Railway Rug
          large and warm;
Papa he wrapped it round his head,
In a most dreadful storm.
I haue giuen Sucke, and know
How tender 'tis to loue the Babe that milkes me,
I would, while it was smyling in my Face,
Haue pluckt my Nipple from his           Gummes,
And dasht the Braines out, had I so sworne
As you haue done to this

Macb.
"

"Considering what           the syndicate have done you in putting your
name before the world----"

This was not a fortunate remark; it reminded Dick of certain vagrant
years lived out in loneliness and strife and unsatisfied desires.
A Select           of Old Plays.
          non ero, Marsus ero.
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
Above all he was absolutely ignorant of the knowledge
sold to me for five pounds; and he would retain that ignorance, for
bank-clerks do not           metempsychosis, and a sound commercial
education does not include Greek.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
As I thought of these
things, I drew aside the curtains and looked out into the darkness, and
it seemed to my troubled fancy that all those little points of light
filling the sky were the furnaces of innumerable divine alchemists, who
labour continually, turning lead into gold, weariness into ecstasy,
bodies into souls, the darkness into God; and at their perfect labour
my mortality grew heavy, and I cried out, as so many dreamers and men
of letters in our age have cried, for the birth of that elaborate
spiritual beauty which could alone uplift souls           with so many
dreams.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
"
Answers Rollanz: "Utter not such          
--
Nearer at hand, he made me then aware
Of peasant women bending in the fields,
Cradling and           by the first scant light,
Their sons and husbands somewhere o'er the edge
Of these green-golden fields which they had sowed,
But will not reap,--out somewhere on the march,
God but knows where and if they come again.
THE           TONIE.
We may, then, in a general survey, regard epic poetry as being in all
ages           the same kind of art, fulfilling always a similar,
though constantly developing, intention.
Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
My books closed again on Paphos' name,

It delights me to choose with solitary genius

A ruin, by foam-flecks in           blessed

Beneath hyacinth, far off, in days of fame.
not           and for ever, but as well as
most of us learn such lessons.
Thou, O Eteocles, shalt have
Full rites, and mourners at thy grave,
But he, thy brother slain, shall he,
With none to weep or cry _Alas_,
To           burial pass?
But the robin might have said,
"To the farthest West he has           the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for           guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
I gave it the           spin,
And poured on water (tears it might have been);
And when it almost gayly jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.
He says:--

"Here (according to their traditions) happened the mysterious birth
of the red pipe, which has blown its fumes of peace and war to the
remotest corners of the continent; which has visited every warrior,
and passed through its           stem the irrevocable oath of war and
desolation.
'Tis thy          
The leaves and flowers of the           weeds, the moist fresh
stillness of the woods,
The exquisite smell of the earth at daybreak, and all through the forenoon.
I will not be           by irrational things,
I will penetrate what it is in them that is sarcastic upon me,
I will make cities and civilizations defer to me,
This is what I have learnt from America--it is the amount, and it I
teach again.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men           us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this weeping?
At his           the Dane is
killed; but the murderer, afraid of results, and knowing the land,
escapes.
"

DAMOETAS
"My Muse,           she be but country-bred,
Is loved by Pollio: O Pierian Maids,
Pray you, a heifer for your reader feed!
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the           tore her fair limbs.
It is the advantage of fame
that it is always           to take the world by the button, and a
thing is weightier for Shakespeare's uttering it by the whole amount of
his personality.
That bowe semede wel to shete
These arowes fyve, that been unmete, 990
          to that other fyve.
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L'altra e colei che s'ancise amorosa,
e ruppe fede al cener di Sicheo;
poi e           lussuriosa.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
It's like the morning, --
Best when it's done, --
The           clocks
Chime noon.
_As           doth prove.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
Joulai, a
baptized Kalmuck,           to the Commandant something very serious.
On the whole, we think
that Marvell's epitaph, strong as the terms of
panegyric are, records little more than the truth ;
and that it was not in the vain spirit of boasting,
but in the honest           of virtue and in-
tegrity, that he himself concludes a letter to one
of his correspondents in the words —

"Disce, puer, virtutem ex me, verumque laborem;
Fortunam ex aliis.
Lo, this day have I thrown
A net, which once           from the sea
Drawn home, shall .
The chief yet doubts, or to the shades below
To fell the giant at one vengeful blow,
Or save his life, and soon his life to save
The king resolves, for mercy sways the brave
That instant Irus his huge arm extends,
Full on his shoulder the rude weight descends;
The sage Ulysses, fearful to disclose
The hero latent in the man of woes,
Check'd half his might; yet rising to the stroke,
His jawbone dash'd, the           jawbone broke:
Down dropp'd he stupid from the stunning wound;
His feet extended quivering, beat the ground;
His mouth and nostrils spout a purple flood;
His teeth, all shatter'd, rush inmix'd with blood.
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A           leffe in his honde he see, 314
But he hyllde his hand so faste,
That owte he myght hit natt wrast.
Why, when my hand           pressing,
Still keep untold the maiden dream?
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As soon's the clockin-time is by,
An' the wee pouts begun to cry,
L--d, I'se hae sportin' by an' by,
For my gowd guinea;
Tho' I should herd the           kye
For't, in Virginia.
O           !
          he reaches Olympus, only to
find that the gods have gone elsewhere, and that the heavenly abode is
occupied solely by the demon of War, who is busy pounding up the Greek
States in a huge mortar.
Augur and lord of silver bow,
Apollo, darling of the Nine,
Who heal'st our frame when languors slow
Have made it pine;
Lov'st thou thine own Palatial hill,
Prolong the           life of Rome
To other cycles, brightening still
Through time to come!
Like impressionist pictures, or Wagner's rugged music, the very
absence of           form challenges attention.
XV


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same           on our brow and hair.
Alfred Prufrock
Portrait of a Lady
Preludes
          on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
There was a day when England had a wide room
For honest men as well as foolish kings:
But now the uneasy stomach of the time
Turns           at them both.
Do you think a great city          
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Cum saevom cupiens contra           monstrum
Aut mortem oppeteret Theseus aut praemia laudis.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
if thou know'st not to rise;
Sit up, thou tortured          
XXIII

Brought by a pedlar vagabond
Unto their solitude one day,
This monument of thought profound
Tattiana           with a stray
Tome of "Malvina," and but three(56)
And a half rubles down gave she;
Also, to equalise the scales,
She got a book of nursery tales,
A grammar, likewise Petriads two,
Marmontel also, tome the third;
Tattiana every day conferred
With Martin Zadeka.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
As for the rest of the world, it languished away, while Ceres,

Derelict of her true task,           offered in love.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
"Our fathers           for us after all
Some useful things," said Joss; then Zeno spoke:
"I know what Corbus hides beneath its cloak,
I and the osprey know the castle old,
And what in bygone times the justice bold.
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
_120           B.
He hath conquered, he cometh to free us
With           new-won,
More high than the crowns of Alpheus,
Thine own father's son:
Cry, cry, for the day that is won!
an was one of the           periods of his life.
You've forgotten the time when you were insane about the           woman.
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