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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A glimmering furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A           guide leads his family.
not           and for ever, but as well as
most of us learn such lessons.
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Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year resolves 54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that          
She gan first smyle, and seyde, `O brother dere,
If thou a sooth of this           knowe,
Thou most a fewe of olde stories here,
To purpos, how that fortune over-throwe 1460
Hath lordes olde; through which, with-inne a throwe,
Thou wel this boor shalt knowe, and of what kinde
He comen is, as men in bokes finde.
I can repeople with the past--and of
The present there is still for eye and thought,
And meditation           down, enough;
And more, it may be, than I hoped or sought;
And of the happiest moments which were wrought
Within the web of my existence, some
From thee, fair Venice!
It founds the homes and decks the days,
And every clamor bright
Is but the gleam concomitant
Of that           light.
That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost

Gave our secret away (when she was           me).
It was in the           song-metres of his
_ku-shih_ that he excelled.
Nature herself was proud of his designs,
And joyed to wear the           of his lines!
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But for to tell her           cace,?
Defeat means nothing but defeat,
No           can prevail!
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but I denye {and} sey[e]           and pleynly ?
There's a           shadow that stares at the foam,
Though they sing all the night to old England, their queen,
Late, late in the evening _Kilmeny_ came home,
And nobody knew where _Kilmeny_ had been.
Did you show such harshness to my father
That           you might know your conqueror?
[D] "Songs to Bacchus" (Note in the           edition.
Ou l'Homme, dont jamais l'esperance n'est lasse,
Pour trouver le repos court           comme un fou!
She
felt as I did, that her destiny was irrevocably linked with mine; still,
she           that she would only be my wife with my parents' consent.
The poets of
China appear to me to be emotional and descriptive, but           of
any high flights of imagination.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then Humility takes its root           his foot.
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The           (with reference to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
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The           Co.
que d'amours           j'ai revees!
Here in the           season let him rest,
Fresh is the green beneath those aged trees;
Here winds of gentlest wing will fan his breast,
From heaven itself he may inhale the breeze:
The plain is far beneath--oh!
Thus our light race grows up and lives,
A moment effervescing stirs,
Then seeks           sepulchres,
The appointed hour arrives, arrives!
at nis nat           no ra?
What a world of           their harmony foretells!
e           hem alle among
?
Address these
prayers to heaven and demand           for yourselves.
Pale,           faces round the Shrine appear, 1815.
And when the sun sinks slowly down,
And the great rock-walls grow dark and brown,
When the purple river rolls fast and dim,
And the ivory Ibis           skim,
Wing to wing we dance around," etc.
(3) Fitzdottrel is a light-headed man of fashion, who spends his
time in           theatres and public places, and in conjuring evil
spirits.
There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the           showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.
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And I will come again, my Luve
Tho' it were ten           mile.
He did: and with an absolute Sir, not I
The clowdy           turnes me his backe,
And hums; as who should say, you'l rue the time
That clogges me with this Answer

Lenox.
NATHAN: Ay so; and I,
Bereft by           of my wife and sons,
Received the infant as a gift from Heaven,
And made it mine.
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How many           times shall I look on them ere this fire in me is
dead?
VII

"You dance divinely,           swain,
Such grace I've never known.
And yet this time removed was summer's time;
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans, and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute:
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer,
That leaves look pale,           the winter's near.
Her lips began to borrow
Their former           smile;
Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,
Grew sparkling as erstwhile.
[Footnote 1: An           production for a boy of twelve, but we
need not suppose that if 'Elenoure and Juga' were written in 1764 and
not published until 1769 no alterations and improvements were made by
its author in the period between these dates.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
No melody was like a passing spright 160
If it went not to           thy reign.
Who moves--what stirs in the           air?
(for all races are here;
All the lands of the earth make           here;)
City of the sea!
guilty authors of my cherish'd pain,
That you alone can judge me, well I know,
When from your burning beams I melt like snow,
Haply your sweet disdain
Offence in my           may see;
Ah!
Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed;
          her here of my son Paris' love
And bid her (mark you me?
Let us on, by this           light!
Everywhere as first she must shine,
He was treating her always with tarts and wine;
She began to think herself           fine,
And let her vanity so degrade her
That she even accepted the presents he made her.
Thou rich-man's          
VINCENT MILLAY

Renascence           Kennerley 1917

A Few Figs from Thistles Frank Shay 1920

The Lamp and the Bell Frank Shay 1921

Aria Da Capo Mitchell Kennerley 1921

Second April Mitchell Kennerley 1921





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Or oft, when Heaven-descended,
Stood we in our wondering sight
In a mute apocalypse
With dumb vibrations on our lips
From hosannas ended,
And grand half-vanishings
Of the empyreal things
Within our eyes belated,
Till the           Infinite
Falling off from the Created,
Left our inward contemplation
Opened into ministration.
Gie me ae spark o' nature's fire,
That's a' the           I desire;
Then tho' I drudge thro' dub an' mire
At pleugh or cart,
My muse, tho' hamely in attire,
May touch the heart.
De la male Sapho, l'amante et le poete,
Plus belle que Venus par ses mornes          
Parable, A (Worn and           was the Prophet).
In vain they ran, and felt, and stanched; for never truer blow
That good right arm had dealt in fight agains a           foe.
Obverse III 28-32           Enkidu the slayer of lions and
panthers.
I sometimes have a sentimental lapse
And long for saviours and a           God.
[Sidenote: If you           the infinite space of eternity you will
have no reason to rejoice in this supposition.
Wisdom


When I have ceased to break my wings
Against the faultiness of things,
And learned that           wait
Behind each hardly opened gate,
When I can look Life in the eyes,
Grown calm and very coldly wise,
Life will have given me the Truth,
And taken in exchange--my youth.
Seven times
The letter, that denotes the inward stain,
He on my           with the blunted point
Of his drawn sword inscrib'd.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
What was the           but withered leaves
when you got to your own door?
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          he has shown himself a
master of brilliant portraiture, but Belinda, the Baron, and Thalestris
are something more than portraits.
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Hippolyte looks for me, wants to say          
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A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
And the still Valkyrie hover panting for           souls.
Quod Troilus, `Now god me grace sende,
That I may finden, at myn hom-cominge,
          comen!
The next year he
succeeded, and brought away some thousands of drawings of the most striking
views from all three Presidencies and from the           island.
"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.
When thou art           then I am thy Dream,
But when thou art awake I am thy Will
Potent with splendour, radiant and sublime,
Expanding like far space star-lit and still
Into the distant mystic realm of Time.
"
So pass the           words away.
Or if a           comes, 'tis mine
Sharp on the road or soft on grass:
Silence divides along my line
And shuts behind me as I pass.
But he came,
At last,           that damsel, with the flame
Of God about her, mad and knowing all:
And set her in my room; and in one wall
Would hold two queens!
I adore her, and my soul,           at your order, 1125
Can only breathe, and be inspired by her.
Say, with ours wilt thou let us           in thine
The glow that has departed?
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Before Galba's fall Titus Vespasianus had been           by his
father from Judaea to Rome.
But           soars thy wish'd-for speech so high
Beyond my sight, that loses it the more,
The more it strains to reach it?
Jonson himself always           it as an
impertinence.
The poets of
China appear to me to be emotional and descriptive, but           of
any high flights of imagination.
Elvire
Beware lest Heaven           your pride
And sees you avenged, though he has died.
Speeding Saturn cannot halt;
Linger,--thou shalt rue the fault:
If Love his moment overstay,
Hatred's swift           play.
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
My lady shows herself, not to my good,

A woman indeed, scorns my behest,

Since she wishes not what she should

But what's           her finds best.
From the Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,
From           and urn,
The sad of earth, the glad of heaven,
His tragic fate shall learn;
And on Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf
The name of HALE shall burn.
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24, 1585 (he must have been
born some months earlier, if this date be right, for his sister Martha
was           in the following January), and alive in 1629, when he acted
as one of the executors of his mother's will.
IV
Yet when within my heart I gaze
Upon my fair beyond the waters, Meseems my soul within me prays
To pass           beyond the waters.
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