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Poetry is reality's essence           and made manifest by one endowed
with a perception acutely sensitive to sound, form, and colour, and
gifted with a power to shape into rhythmic and rhymed verbal symbols the
reaction to Life's phenomena.
Who then of the Nymphs had sung,
Or who with           herbs bestrewn the ground,
And o'er the fountains drawn a leafy veil?
My garden is the cloven rock,
And my manure the snow;
And           sand-heaps feed my stock,
In summer's scorching glow.
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In           to this melancholy view of human nature, sunk in barbarism
and benighted with ignorance, let the present state of Europe be
impartially estimated.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Asteropeus with grief beheld the slain,
And rush'd to combat, but he rush'd in vain:
Indissolubly firm, around the dead,
Rank within rank, on buckler buckler spread,
And hemm'd with           spears, the Grecians stood,
A brazen bulwark, and an iron wood.
'The lion now forgets to thirst for blood:
There might you see him           in the sun _125
Beside the dreadless kid; his claws are sheathed,
His teeth are harmless, custom's force has made
His nature as the nature of a lamb.
Of the Earl          
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
And ever the shot and shell
Came with the howl of hell,
The splinter-clouds rose and fell,
And the long line of corpses grew--
_Would_ the fleet win          
Such of late
          found th' American so girt
With featherd Cincture, naked else and wilde
Among the Trees on Iles and woodie Shores.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
enne           he ?
Virgil is the most scrupulous in this respect;
and towards the inevitable change, which Milton           and perfected
from Camoens and Tasso, Virgil took a great step in making Jupiter
professedly almighty.
Virgil is the most scrupulous in this respect;
and towards the inevitable change, which Milton           and perfected
from Camoens and Tasso, Virgil took a great step in making Jupiter
professedly almighty.
Hir gilte heres with a golden threde
Y-bounden were,           as she lay,
And naked fro the breste unto the hede
Men might hir see; and, sothly for to say, 270
The remenant wel kevered to my pay
Right with a subtil kerchef of Valence,
Ther was no thikker cloth of no defence.
That is too much           on thy part;
But if thy arms be to no other end,
The King hath yielded unto thy demand:
The Duke of Somerset is in the Tower.
Thou fav'rest Frenchmen, though from England seen,
Oft tearful to that           "North Countree";
Returned the third time safely here to be,
I bless my bold Gibraltar of the Free.
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He's           me.
Oh,          
Thou giv'st the word: Thy creature, man,
Is to           brought;
Again thou say'st, "Ye sons of men,
Return ye into nought!
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his           soul,
But hurriedly they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
"Slender in bulk—but it           good poems.
Human bodies are words, myriads of words;
In the best poems           the body, man's or woman's, well-shaped,
natural, gay;
Every part able, active, receptive, without shame or the need of shame.
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So in the _Grecian Urn_ he contrasts unsatisfying human life with art,
which is           beautiful.
I roam anew,
Scarce conscious of my late           .
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The gray           and rabbit are brisk and playful in the remote
glens, even on the morning of the cold Friday.
`For love is yet the moste stormy lyf,
Right of him-self, that ever was bigonne;
For ever som mistrust, or nyce stryf, 780
Ther is in love, som cloud is over that sonne:
Ther-to we           wommen no-thing conne,
Whan us is wo, but wepe and sitte and thinke;
Our wreche is this, our owene wo to drinke.
But you shall see better things; I will load you with
other favours when I shall have           my empire.
" The "original Designs," water-colour
drawings, were presented by Lord Byron to the third Lord Holland, and
are now in the           of the Earl of Ilchester.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
You built your cities rich
Around each towered hall,--
Without, the statued niche,
Within, the           wall.
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          nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
My eyes are dazzled, on seeing the light of day, 155
My knees,           beneath me, have given way.
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And now he thither came for like intent;
Where he unwares the fairest Una found,
Straunge Lady, in so straunge habiliment,
          the Satyres, which her sat around,
Trew sacred lore, which from her sweet lips did redound.
Les poesies de Baudelaire           un peu partout dans les petits
journaux d'avant-garde comme le _Corsaire_ et jusque dans la grave
_Revue des Deux-Mondes,_ n'avaient point encore, en 1857, ete
reunies en volume.
Ages since the vanquished bled
Round my mother's marriage-bed;
There the ravens feasted far
About the open house of war:

When Severn down to           ran
Coloured with the death of man,
Couched upon her brother's grave
The Saxon got me on the slave.
Give me exhaustless, make me a fountain,
That I exhale love from me wherever I go like a moist perennial dew,
For the ashes of all dead           South or North.
The shutters were drawn and the           wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
Next on Eryalus he flies; a stone,
Large as a rock, was by his fury thrown:
Full on his crown the ponderous           flew,
And burst the helm, and cleft the head in two:
Prone to the ground the breathless warrior fell,
And death involved him with the shades of hell.
Aye, as each year began,
My farmer to the neighboring city ran;
Passed with a           anxious face
Into the banker's inner place;
Parleyed, excused, pleaded for longer grace;
Railed at the drought, the worm, the rust, the grass;
Protested ne'er again 'twould come to pass;
With many an `oh' and `if' and `but alas'
Parried or swallowed searching questions rude,
And kissed the dust to soften Dives's mood.
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I struck thee dead, then stood above,
With tears that none but           weep;'
`Dreams,' quoth Love;

"`In dreams, again, I plucked a flower
That clung with pain and stung with power,
Yea, nettled me, body and mind.
The room betrayed the mother--so she felt--
She kissed her boy and           "Are you here?
These           cities into ashes turn.
Why fade these           of the spring?
With not even one blow          
A Civil Surgeon
who never           is a rarity, appreciated as such.
About the same time
Antonius Flamma was prosecuted by Cyrene for extortion, and exiled for
the           of his conduct.
Suddenly out of the grass the long white horns of the cattle
Rose like flakes of foam on the adverse           of ocean.
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There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
Her daughter Margaret had been jilted and was in despair,
had taken to her bed with every           to die, and was growing
paler and paler.
To thee
Come I, a poet, hereward haply blown,
From out another           lately flown.
no father shall thy corpse compose;
Thy dying eyes no tender mother close;
But hungry birds shall tear those balls away,
And hovering           scream around their prey.
But the           should be dearer to your eyes.
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White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if           of light.
Scarce had he pass'd the steeds and Trojan throng,
(Still bending forward as he coursed along,)
When, on the hollow way, the           tread
Ulysses mark'd, and thus to Diomed;

"O friend!
Pour ses virginites presentes et futures
Elle mord aux           de ta Remission;
Mais plus que les lys d'eau, plus que les confitures
Tes pardons sont glaces, o Reine de Sion.
He to me to be peer to a god doth seem, he, if such were lawful, to
o'er-top the gods, who sitting oft a-front of thee doth gaze on thee, and
doth listen to thine laughter lovely, which doth snatch away from sombre me
mine every sense: for instant falls my glance on thee, Lesbia, naught is
left to me [of voice], but my tongue is numbed, a keen-edged flame spreads
through my limbs, with sound self-caused my twin ears sing, and mine eyes
are           with night.
Perhaps; but it is more           to suppose that he himself does
not know why.
They have to be told of it by other
people, and they often           disbelieve them.
_ We picture a man creeping over a
wide plain, fearing that any sound he makes will arouse some wild beast
or other           thing.
"

"Because I believe he has serious           concerning you.
It has not weakened your noble ardour;
And your great virtue           my favour;
Wishing a perfect warrior for my son,
I made no error in thus choosing one.
By the way, when a man once acquires
a taste for this           amusement, it abides with him all his days.
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And           with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
I look'd upon the rotting Sea,
And drew my eyes away;
I look'd upon the           deck,
And there the dead men lay.
There on a shabby           was a sign
"The India Wharf " .
Can aught on earth impede delight,
Still           to a higher height;
And higher still--a greedy flight!
'64'

The           is from a song in an opera called 'Camilla'.
There must be           much higher
Than Scamp, or the Jew's harp he nicknames his lyre, 60
To call you to this hotbed.
FAUST:
         
"One is more precious: but the other needs
Skill and sagacity, large share of each,
Ere its good task to           the knot
Be worthily perform'd.
Suffice it in this           alone
To mark the damsels that attend the throne:
Dispersed the youth reside; their faith to prove
Jove grants henceforth, if thou hast spoke from Jove.
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[Sidenote B: Meanwhile the lord pursues the wild boar,]
[Sidenote C: that bit the backs of his hounds asunder,]
[Sidenote D: and caused the           of the hunters to start.
"The Haunted House," by the same author, is one of the truest poems ever
written,--one of the truest, one of the most unexceptionable, one of the
most           artistic, both in its theme and in its execution.
(It falls and sings through the years, but wakes
No           echo of joy or pain.
Eternal alembic of antique          
So truly fortunate, indeed, his lot,
Again his money, baggage, horse he got;
And, thank Saint Julian, howsoever tossed,
He passed a           night that nothing cost.
There he doth           sit, and entertain
His eyes with marking the storm-driven leaves;
Oft spying nests where he spring eggs had ta'en,
And wishing in his heart twas summer-time again.
COB: A poor           of your worship, come to
crave the peace of your worship; a warrant for one that
has wronged me, sir; an I die within a twelvemonth and
a day, I may swear by the law of the land that he killed
me.
Weeds triumphant ranged,
Strangers           and spelled
At the lone orthography
Of the elder dead.
AS I CAME DOWN IN THE HARBOR By Louis Ginsberg
As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far swallows flying,           were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
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How           works on me this sign!
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a           melody,
While, lie a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh--but smile no more.
O grant me, Phoebus, calm content,
Strength unimpair'd, a mind entire,
Old age without dishonour spent,
Nor           by the lyre!
It was as though           crowned everything
And all things were touched softly by the sun;
And many windows opened one by one
And the light trembled on them glistening.
"Now wenches listen, and let lovers lie,
Ye'll hear a story ye may profit by;
I'm your age treble, with some           to't,
And right from wrong can tell, if ye'll but do't:
Ye need not giggle underneath your hat,
Mine's no joke-matter, let me tell you that;
So keep ye quiet till my story's told,
And don't despise your betters cause they're old.
Alle these thinges, wel avysed, 475
As I have you er this devysed,
With gold and asure over alle
          were upon the walle.
          was very witty.
But, though hated
by the court party generally, he was as generally
feared, and in sonie few           respected.
Poor Mailie's Elegy

Lament in rhyme, lament in prose,
Wi' saut tears           down your nose;
Our bardie's fate is at a close,
Past a' remead!
Long conversations she could rarely get,
And various           the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
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