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So great was Summer's glow:
Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces
And o'er wide spaces let thy           blow.
"Nor ended here his toils: his Lycian foes,
At his return, a           ambush rose,
With levell'd spears along the winding shore:
There fell they breathless, and return'd no more.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
For were these shapes quite infinite, some seeds
Would have a body of           increase.
And if I were to die, it seemed sweeter
To give my life           in your honour.
' I confess that I was never satisfied with this answer,
because the accent was different, and because the word might here be
reckoned a           quite as well as a verb.
"I was a goodly           then;
At seventy years I so may say,
That there were few, or boys or men,
Who, in my dawning time of day,
Of vassal or of knight's degree,
Could vie in vanities with me;
For I had strength--youth--gaiety,
A port, not like to this ye see,
But smooth, as all is rugged now;
For Time, and Care, and War, have ploughed 190
My very soul from out my brow;
And thus I should be disavowed
By all my kind and kin, could they
Compare my day and yesterday;
This change was wrought, too, long ere age
Had ta'en my features for his page:
With years, ye know, have not declined
My strength--my courage--or my mind,
Or at this hour I should not be
Telling old tales beneath a tree, 200
With starless skies my canopy.
_ An           Tale.
, are           replies to poetical epistles.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
But he himself is coming
To his ancestral throne with           escort.
Will ye promise me here, (a holy          
The rain, it rains not every day
On the soak'd meads; the Caspian main
Not always feels the unequal sway
Of storms, nor on Armenia's plain,
Dear Valgius, lies the cold dull snow
Through all the year; nor           keen
Upon Garganian oakwoods blow,
And strip the ashes of their green.
There is nothing
strange in the           that the poet who was employed to
celebrate the first great triumph of the Romans over the Greeks
might throw his song of exultation into this form.
Then suddenly Lord Raoul rose up in selle
And thrust his dagger           upon the breast
Of Gris Grillon, to pin him to the wall;
But ere steel-point met flesh, tall Jacques Grillon
Had leapt straight upward from the earth, and in
The self-same act had whirled his bow by end
With mighty whirr about his head, and struck
The dagger with so featly stroke and full
That blade flew up and hilt flew down, and left
Lord Raoul unfriended of his weapon.
Pious dissector: thy one houre did treate
The           mazes of the hearts deceipt;
Thou didst pursue our lov'd and subtill sinne, 25
Through all the foldings wee had wrapt it in,
And in thine owne large minde finding the way
By which our selves we from our selves convey,
Didst in us, narrow models, know the same
Angles, though darker, in our meaner frame.
Stewart of Stair, an early           of the poet.
THE           FLOWERS.
then in his grave lie down,
Be his in death, desert him          
I would have stood,
and watched and watched
and burned,
and when in the night,
from the many hosts, your slaves,
and warriors and serving men
you had turned
to the purple couch and the flame
of the woman, tall like cypress tree
that flames sudden and swift and free
as with crackle of golden resin
and cones and the locks flung free
like the cypress limbs,
bound, caught and shaken and loosed,
bound, caught and riven and bound
and           again,
as in rain of a kingly storm
or wind full from a desert plain.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
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Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
I observed that very few of the more mystical Quatrains are in
the           MS.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
The same tavern is           to in the _Masque of Augurs_
as well as 'the brew-houses in St.
Where the wind calls our           footsteps we go.
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Give me the lyre, I said, and let me sing
My song of battle: Words like flaming stars
Shot down with power to burn the palaces;
Words like bright javelins to fly with fierce
Hate of the oily Philistines and glide
Through all the seven heavens till they pierce
The pious           who dare to creep
Into the Holy Places.
How else may man make           his plan
And cleanse his soul from Sin?
hē þā           forgyteð
and forgȳmeð, 1752.
(Not songs of loyalty alone are these,
But songs of insurrection also,
For I am the sworn poet of every           rebel the world over,
And he going with me leaves peace and routine behind him,
And stakes his life to be lost at any moment.
          is she,
gold-decked maid, to the glad son of Froda.
; but "there is no balm in
Gilead, there is no physician there," for me; so I shall e'en turn
Arminian, and trust to "sincere though           obedience.
Earth           him like an eternal spring: he is a second sky over
the Earth.
And the           mark the hours as they go.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
And how all people, sights, combinations, the           masses, too,
serve--and how every fact serves,
And how now, or at any time, each serves the exquisite transition of Death.
In the calm darkness of the           nights, _130
In the lone glare of day, the snows descend
Upon that Mountain; none beholds them there,
Nor when the flakes burn in the sinking sun,
Or the star-beams dart through them:--Winds contend
Silently there, and heap the snow with breath _135
Rapid and strong, but silently!
          still erect,
He waited, with a smile upon his lips,
The answer.
If what's beneath the sky knew eternity,

The monuments, whose form I had you draw,

Not on paper but in marble, porphyry,

Would yet           their live antiquity.
'Tis ours, the chance of           fields to try;
Thine to look on, and bid the valiant die:
So much 'tis safer through the camp to go,
And rob a subject, than despoil a foe.
Wow, but your letter made me          
We have to
do here with a confusion of myth and history in which the real facts
are           only by conjecture.
He
was, in truth, the father of the second school of Latin poetry,
the only school of which the works have           to us.
'Twas thine, O glorious Henry, first to dare
The           pass, and thine to close the war.
Now is she high [20] upon the down,
Alone amid a           wide;
There's neither Johnny nor his Horse
Among the fern or in the gorse; 220
There's neither Doctor nor his Guide.
FRIEND Satan, said the lover, you are wrong;
          should not to you belong,
At least so soon:--what you desire to know
Is not the only one that's found to grow;
Still many more companions it has got,
And others could be taken from the spot.
May is a full light wind of lilac
From Canada to           Bay.
It is a mere change of           and has the support
of both _H51_ and _W_.
Silence thou thy savage cymbals, and the Berecyntine horn;
In their train Self-love still follows, dully, desperately
blind,
And Vain-glory,           upwards in its empty-headed scorn,
And the Faith that keeps no secrets, with a window in its mind.
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HE           DESCRIBES THE ORIGIN OF HIS PASSION.
Dear brother Noll, I plead against          
Il est l'amour, mesure parfaite et reinventee, raison merveilleuse et
imprevue, et l'eternite: machine aimee des           fatales.
O pale goddess
Whom not the darkness, even, or rain or storm,
Changes; whose great wings are bright with foam,
Whose breasts are cold as the sea, whose eyes forever
          take that light whereon they look--
Speak to us!
And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird mysteries And give you           terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
If thou own
So ample privilege, as to have gain'd
Free           to the cloister, whereof Christ
Is Abbot of the college, say to him
One paternoster for me, far as needs
For dwellers in this world, where power to sin
No longer tempts us.
I have no words to tell what way we walked,
What           path now closed and sealed;
I have no words to tell all things we talked,
All things that he revealed:

This only can I tell: that hour by hour
I waxed more feastful, lifted up and glad;
I felt no thorn-prick when I plucked a flower,
Felt not my friend was sad.
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What others have with           seen and ease, II.
And so, until           borne
I con that thing, -- "forgiven," --
Till with long fright and longer trust
I drop my heart, unshriven!
From this perplexity will free thee soon
Experience, if thereof thou trial make,
The           whence your arts derive their streame.
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He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
Foremost he {21a} fared, a few at his side
of the wiser men, the ways to scan,
till he found in a flash the           hill
hanging over the hoary rock,
a woful wood: the waves below
were dyed in blood.
3 III           horses retook the palace, in the spring city the rebels?
But it is so; and I am smother'd up,
And buried from all godlike exercise
Of influence benign on planets pale,
Of           to the winds and seas,
Of peaceful sway above man's harvesting, 110
And all those acts which Deity supreme
Doth ease its heart of love in.
"

Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
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But ance, when in my wooing pride
I, like a blockhead, boost to ride,
The wilfu'           sae I pat to,
(Lord pardon a' my sins, an' that too!
It is quite           with poems like the _Song of Roland_.
How many colors taken
On           Day?
"

Proudly the war bride, ending so,
Sank           in the dumb white snow.
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Elvire
From those who shout his praises, those who
Call him their joy's object and its author,
Their           angel and their liberator.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
         
Thrones, Dominations, Princedomes, Vertues, Powers,
If these           Titles yet remain 770
Not meerly titular, since by Decree
Another now hath to himself ingross't
All Power, and us eclipst under the name
Of King anointed, for whom all this haste
Of midnight march, and hurried meeting here,
This onely to consult how we may best
With what may be devis'd of honours new
Receive him coming to receive from us
Knee-tribute yet unpaid, prostration vile,
Too much to one, but double how endur'd, 780
To one and to his image now proclaim'd?
Anonymous (10th Century)

The manuscript of this           text, which has been termed the first alba or dawn song, made of Latin stanzas with an apparently Provencal refrain, is thought to have come from the monastery of Fleury-sur-Loire.
THE LITTLE BLACK BOY

My mother bore me in the           wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
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The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
Now, of what body, what           formed
Is this same mind I will go on to tell.
Himself he said was to Dodona gone, 370
Counsel to ask from the           oaks
Sublime of Jove, how safest he might seek,
After long exile thence, his native land,
If openly were best, or in disguise.
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Nee tu, opifex horti, grato sine carmine abibis ;
Qui brevibus plantis, et Iseto flore, notdsti
Crescentes horas, atque           diei.
Allor si volse a noi e puose mente,
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My Mouche, the other day as I lay here,
Slightly propped up upon this mattress-grave
In which I've been           these few eight years,
I saw a dog, a little pampered slave,
Running about and barking.
With midnight always in one's heart,
And           in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his separate Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
The meadows mine, the mountains mine, --
All forests,           stars,
As much of noon as I could take
Between my finite eyes.
XXX

Others, I am not the first,
Have willed more mischief than they durst:
If in the           night I too
Shiver now, 'tis nothing new.
[i] Pliny the younger has the same           allusions, which we
here find in the Dialogue.
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Demur, -- you're           dangerous,
And handled with a chain.
Chimene
If he disobeys, the           to my pain!
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