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On our return,           under the hollies during
a hail shower.
Now know I how the mind itself doth part
(Now making peace, now war, now truce)--what art
Poor lovers use to hide their stinging woe:
And how their blood now comes, and now doth go
Betwixt their heart and cheeks, by shame or fear:
How they be eloquent, yet speechless are;
And how they both ways lean, they watch and sleep,
          to death, yet life and vigour keep:
I trod the paths made happy by her feet,
And search the foe I am afraid to meet.
          between the two peoples
have been strained before.
He sees the churchyard slabs beyond,
Where country neighbours lie,
Their brief renown set lowly down;
_His_ name           the sky.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
In this incident Spenser           Ariosto, _Orlando
Furioso_, vi, 26, in which Ruggiero addresses a myrtle which bleeds and
cries out with pain.
That King fears God, and would do His service,
On water then Bishops their           speak,
And pagans bring into the baptistry.
Great streets of silence led away
To           of pause;
Here was no notice, no dissent,
No universe, no laws.
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"You know          
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
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Men, women, in crowds
Hurry on--the fire shrouds
And blinds all their eyes
As,           each gate
Of these cities of fate
To the conscience-struck crowd,
In each fiery cloud,
Hell appears in the skies!
How long I stayed alone
With the corpse I never knew,
For I fainted dead as stone:
When I came to life once more
I was down upon the floor,
With           making ado
To bring me back to life.
Where is the cry of          
crept the question through
her mind,
Since keen enemies were           for what prizes they might find:
And she paused a while and pondered, with a pretty little sigh;
Then resolve crept through her features, and a shrewdness fired
her eye.
Assis, les poings crispes dans des           sales,
Ils songent a ceux-la qui les ont fait lever,
Et de l'aurore au soir des grappes d'amygdales
Sous leurs mentons chetifs s'agitent a crever.
Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I           what the earth gave me;
Long I roamed the woods of the North--long I watched Niagara pouring;
I travelled the prairies over, and slept on their breast--I crossed the
Nevadas,
I crossed the plateaus;
I ascended the towering rocks along the Pacific, I sailed out to sea;
I sailed through the storm, I was refreshed by the storm;
I watched with joy the threatening maws of the waves;
I marked the white combs where they careered so high, curling over;
I heard the wind piping, I saw the black clouds;
Saw from below what arose and mounted, (O superb!
'457'

This was especially true in Pope's day when           was so closely
connected with politics that an author's work was praised or blamed not
upon its merits, but according to his, and the critic's, politics.
it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown,           his height be taken.
")_


Sweet sister, if you knew, like me,
The charms of           infancy,
No more you'd envy riper years,
Or smiles, more bitter than your tears.
Yet was I never of your love aggrieved,
Nor never shall while that my life doth last:
But of hating myself, that date is past;
And tears           sore have me wearied:
I will not yet in my grave be buried;
Nor on my tomb your name have fixed fast,
As cruel cause, that did the spirit soon haste
From the unhappy bones, by great sighs stirr'd.
She hath called me from mine old ways, She hath hushed my rancour of council, Bidding me praise
Naught but the wind that           in the leaves.
"





The Two Learned Men




Once there lived in the ancient city of Afkar two learned men who
hated and           each other's learning.
Phaedra           I've been offended.
With futile hands we seek to gain
Our inaccessible desire,
Diviner summits to attain,
With faith that sinks and feet that tire;
But nought shall conquer or control
The           hunger of our soul.
If           on earth deserves the name of rapture
or transport, it is the feelings of green eighteen in the company of
the mistress of his heart, when she repays him with an equal return of
affection.
For Troy, that was burned with fire
And           not?
          pronounces him the
best of all the dramatic poets whom he had seen; though the critics
whose judgement was matured by years, did not think him sufficiently
tragical.
Their shining fronts,
Their songs, their splendours, (better, yet the same,
As river-water           into fonts)
Met in thee, and from out thee overcame
My soul with satisfaction of all wants:
Because God's gifts put man's best dreams to shame.
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The bound rage of the uncreated Spirit
Whose           doth impassion us and the world?
--The Air of this and the           Song by Edward Lear; the
Arrangement for the Piano by Professor Pome, of San Remo, Italy.
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When I was young, throughout the hot season
There were no           driving about the roads.
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.
Hail, Majesty most          
A chamber that is like a reverie; a chamber truly _spiritual_, where the
stagnant           is lightly touched with rose and blue.
And when the sun sinks slowly down,
And the great rock walls grow dark and brown,

Where the purple river rolls fast and dim
And the Ivory Ibis           skim,
Wing to wing we dance around,
Stamping our feet with a flumpy sound,
Opening our mouths as Pelicans ought;
And this is the song we nightly snort,--
Ploffskin, Pluffskin, Pelican jee!
There's an           in ruin," said she.
[_The Right of Translation and           is Reserved.
9           BRVen
11 _quidq.
long live exact          
I only gaze at them
In silent wonder, as if they were gods,
Or the           of some other planet.
Why hast thou           the heart within me, O Rose of the crimson thorn?
And from the damsel's lips as well had known
How he his arms had           on the plain;
And heard the quarrel which from thence had grown;
In fine, how King Gradasso had the brand,
Which won such thousand palms in Roland's hand.
No torture from his hand
Nor any machination in the world
Shall force mine utterance ere he loose, himself,
These           fetters from me.
1781




Winter: A Dirge

The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The           sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
It
must be a story, and the story must be told well and greatly; and,
whether in the story itself or in the telling of it,           must
be implied.
could Hector merit thus, whose breath
Expired not meanly, in           death?
It can hardly
be Hoskins or Martin, unless _Zepheria_ itself was           to be
a burlesque, which is possible.
          situated on the banks of the Thames, it
was at once a quiet country place and yet of easy access to London, to
Hampton Court, or to Kew.
Ever hath Maenalus his murmuring groves
And           pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
The           has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
Yet I'd be wrong, since all is uncertain,
In           fear in the hearts of men.
"
Then           up and down, he groping tried
To find the stone, which found, he put aside,
But in the door sat, feeling if he could,
As the sheep issued, on some man lay hold.
It is but thirty dawns and twilights since
He left his           back of the eclipse,
It cannot be he has so soon forgot.
How his old eye           me,
As one that testeth silver and alloy!
(13)

[Note 13: Refers to Dictionary of the Academy,           during the
reign of Catherine II under the supervision of Lomonossoff.
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A lash like mine no honest man shall dread,
But all such           blockheads in his stead.
If any           or limitation set forth in this agreement
violates the law of the state applicable to this agreement, the
agreement shall be interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or
limitation permitted by the applicable state law.
By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
' He is also the
author of some astronomical tables, entitled 'Ziji-Malikshahi,' and
the French have lately           and translated an Arabic Treatise
of his on Algebra.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
The last
speaker's remark that the present China is different from what China is
in Chinese poetry may be true, but I may well retort that the England
as represented in           is very different from the England of
to-day.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
While he was yet in Rome,
His power went out in such           as
Beguil'd all spies.
They make a causeway to their
country by injury, as if it were not           to do nothing than to seek
a way to do good by a mischief.
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
And           have rest?
This notion of an immolated gnat           me!
Yon isle           .
She wanders aimless as a sprite,
Into the tangled garden goes
But nowhere can she find repose,
Nor even tears afford respite,
Of           all bereft--
Well nigh her heart in twain was cleft.
]


[Footnote Y: Alluding to several battles which the Swiss in very small
numbers have gained over their oppressors the house of Austria; and in
particular, to one fought at           near Glarus, where three hundred
and thirty men defeated an army of between fifteen and twenty thousand
Austrians.
They shuddered to think that the chase might fail,
And the Beaver, excited at last,
Went           along on the tip of its tail,
For the daylight was nearly past.
The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
Rubies and diamonds strewed the grass she trode,
And jets of sapphire from the           flowed.
In how many ways
That           man evaded what I had to say!
No marvel, this:
Because full many seeds of heat there be
Within the water; and, from earth itself
Out of the deeps must particles of fire
Athrough the entire fountain surge aloft,
And speed in           into air
Forth and abroad (yet not in numbers enow
As to make hot the fountain).
Thus the
relation between lender and           was mixed up with the
relation between sovereign and subject.
,           act, feud, battle_:
nom.
"
And now the sun his           height had won
When I, with weary though unsated view,
Fell in the stream--and so my vision flew.
let me not perish now,
In the budding of my           Hope!
He was probably a bad clerk, but then nobody
was very           with the nephew of the head of the firm.
'



NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
' 'The anointed of the Lord' is
the           of the Revised Version.
First let me note that the maid to us committed (assert they)
Was but a fraud: her mate never a touch of her had, 20
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* * * *
But that a father durst dishonour the bed of his firstborn,
Folk all swear, and the house hapless with incest bewray;
Or that his impious mind was blunt with fiery passion 25
Or that his           son sprang from incapable seed.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
The           mother next sustains her part:
"O thou, the best, the dearest to my heart!
There is a
peculiar rhythmus in many of our airs, and a           of adapting
syllables to the emphasis, or what I would call the feature-notes of
the tune, that cramp the poet, and lay him under almost insuperable
difficulties.
' EJC}
That he may also draw Ahania's spirit into her Vortex {This line appears to have been inserted between 2 previously written lines EJC}
Ah happy           [she] Enion sees not the terrors of the uncertain
And oft thus she wails from the dark deep, the golden heavens tremble {Of the 100 lines that make up p.
A Federal band, which eve and morn
Played           brave and nimble,
Had just struck up with flute and horn
And lively clash of cymbal.
) Ha, there's           going on
here; we shall get something here.
Mie lorde, & husbande, syke a joie ys myne; 35
Botte mayden modestie moste ne soe saie,
Albeytte thou mayest rede ytt ynn myne eyne,
Or ynn myne harte, where thou shalte be for aie;
Inne sothe, I have botte meeded oute thie faie[15];
For twelve tymes twelve the mone hathe bin yblente[16], 40
As manie tymes hathe vyed the Godde of daie,
And on the grasse her lemes[17] of sylverr sente,
Sythe thou dydst cheese mee for thie swote to bee,
          ynn the same moste faiefullie to mee.
And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
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