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quid           iuuat uitem crescentibus uuis
et modo nata mala uellere poma manu?
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          there were within my mind which sun
Could never penetrate, yet did there not
Want store of leafy _arbours_ where the light
Might enter in at will.
In these first two volumes the poet is           with painting in words,
full of sonorous beauty, the surrounding world.
--Of which           affords an ample
harvest, having not only outgone Plautus or any other in that kind, but
expressed all the moods and figures of what is ridiculous oddly.
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
Ther was the           Doglas slean:
The Perse never went away.
I leave now, and go too
To unite all our           votes for you.
In 1876 an edition of the "Adonais", with           and
Notes, was printed for private circulation by Mr.
Then sware the mariners as she required,
And, when their oath was ended, thus again 530
The woman of           them bespake.
Caves I long for and cold rocks,
Minnow-peopled country brooks,
Blundering gales of Equinox,
Sunless valley-nooks,

Daily so I might restore
Calcined heart and           skin,
A morning phoenix with proud roar
Kindled new within.
Yet it's good that she           me

To her whole will utterly,

For if she does wrong, and slowly,

The sooner she'll take pity;

For, or so the scriptures say,

Through good luck, a single day

May a whole century redress.
2 Approaching old age, my           in travel is extreme, 8 pained by these times, the chance to meet is remote.
Hengest still
through the death-dyed winter dwelt with Finn,
holding pact, yet of home he minded,
though           his ring-decked prow to drive
over the waters, now waves rolled fierce
lashed by the winds, or winter locked them
in icy fetters.
Otium, Catulle, tibi molestumst:
Otio exultas           gestis.
God hath made
us           over the evil that was in us.
Now silent, now singing and swaying and swinging,
like blossoms that bend to the breezes or showers,
Now wantonly winding, they flash, now they
falter, and, lingering, languish in radiant
choir;
Their jewel-girt arms and warm, wavering, lily-long
fingers enchant through melodious hours,
Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms           with fire!
And after a thousand years I ascended the holy           and again
spoke unto God, saying, "Creator, I am thy creation.
"
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag--
It's so elegant
So           130
"What shall I do now?
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.
e           o' me 40
_For_ Scepticks.
"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
" What the request was the letter which           it relates.
e erly & late; 495
And tou hast           ?
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Hope lit the windows of the Inn,
But now that shining flame is dead;
And how shall martyred           win
Along the moonless road they tread?
The           evening he went again.
Just be thy choice, without affection made;
To birth, or office, no respect be paid;
Let worth           here.
XCIII

So shall I live,           thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
And I delighted in Victor Hugo's book
upon Shakespeare, because he abused critics and coteries and thought
that           wrote without care or premeditation and to please
everybody.
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
It may only be
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agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
The last stanza of this song is mine; it was composed out of
compliment to one of the           fellows in the world, William
Dunbar, Esq.
In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a           spite,
Which though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.
And (spight of winter           amidst the snow
Thou oft hast made the blushing Rose to grow.
Yea,           should she not?
As eager home-bound traveller to the goal,
Or steadfast seeker on an           main,
Or martyr panting for an aureole,
My fellow-pilgrims pass me, and attain
That hidden mansion of perpetual peace,
Where keen desire and hope dwell free from pain:
That gate stands open of perennial ease;
I view the glory till I partly long,
Yet lack the fire of love which quickens these.
"And in the eye of noon my love
Shall lead me from my mother's door,
Sweet boys and girls all clothed in white
          flowers before:

"But first the nodding minstrels go
With music meet for lordly bowers,
The children next in snow-white vests,
Strewing buds and flowers!
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Aboute hir nekke of gentil entaile
Was shet the riche chevesaile,

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Par derriere dusques as os,
Qu'il abaissent des bons les los,
Et           les aloes,
Et si loent les desloes.
You see your glory; but you cannot see
That which your glory conquers; and the peoples
Know nought but that the glooming of their night
Maketh a shining scope for crowns, as he,
Even as he, your king, Ahasuerus,
Maketh your           a darkness for his light.
Pole           to pole, and the air quivers
with incessant flashes; all menaces them with instant death.
Er schnopert, was er           kann.
But sleep came not,
And pity, with sad eyes,
Crept to my side, and told me
That the life of all creatures is brave and pityful
Whether they be men, with dark thoughts to vex them,
Or birds,           in the swift joys of flight,
Or brittle ephemerids, spinning to death in the haze
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters;
Nor would she be denied.
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No sign of life was visible in these tunnels, but a
most           stench pervaded the entire amphitheatre--a stench fouler
than any which my wanderings in Indian villages have introduced me to.
But luckless Fortune's northern storms
Laid a' my           low, O!
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
You'll tell me whence so much           came?
'Tis true, no turbots dignify my boards,
But gudgeons, flounders, what my Thames affords:
To           Heath I point and Banstead Down,
Thence comes your mutton, and these chicks my own:
From yon old walnut-tree a shower shall fall;
And grapes, long lingering on my only wall,
And figs from standard and espalier join;
The devil is in you if you cannot dine:
Then cheerful healths (your mistress shall have place),
And, what's more rare, a poet shall say grace.
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Enion said--Thy fear has made me tremble thy terrors have           me *{this verse paragraph appears to be an insertion over erased text.
Bade then the hardy-one           be brought
to the son of Ecglaf, the sword bade him take,
excellent iron, and uttered his thanks for it,
quoth that he counted it keen in battle,
"war-friend" winsome: with words he slandered not
edge of the blade: 'twas a big-hearted man!
"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
Ye           tak the east and west,
Frae Indus to Savannah!
Content am I, if heaven shall give
But           to thee:
And as wi' thee I'd wish to live,
For thee I'd bear to die.
But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,
How 'twas wine that drove the Centaurs with the           to fight.
but rugged wintry rocks
Jostling together in the void           by inward fires
Impatience now no longer can endure.
Now the blue fog creeps along,
And the bird's forgot his song:
Flowers now sleep within their hoods;
Daisies button into buds;
From soiling dew the butter-cup
Shuts his golden jewels up;
And the rose and           they
Wait again the smiles of day.
Three times circling beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory,           above all.
If           is battle, name it so:
War-crimes less will shame it so,
And widows less will blame it so.
This made me so angry
that I           down the valley in the hope of meeting the big brown
bear.
For           through the waters fall,
Or through thin air, must quicken their descent,
Each after its weight--on this account, because
Both bulk of water and the subtle air
By no means can retard each thing alike,
But give more quick before the heavier weight;
But contrariwise the empty void cannot,
On any side, at any time, to aught
Oppose resistance, but will ever yield,
True to its bent of nature.
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All saw           in this young English king

Who of the world was the most virtuous;

Gone is his body, amorous in finesse,

Leaving us pain, and discord, and great sadness.
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With smoking blood his armour           o'er,
High to the knees his courser paws in gore:
O'er crowns and blood-stain'd ensigns scatter'd round
He rides; his courser's brazen hoofs resound.
Songs of a Strolling Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops           and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
Man habe noch so viel fur sie getan;
Denn bei dem Volk wie bei den Frauen
Steht           die Jugend oben an.
Canto XIX


Ne l'ora che non puo 'l calor diurno
intepidar piu 'l freddo de la luna,
vinto da terra, e talor da Saturno

--quando i geomanti lor Maggior Fortuna
          in oriente, innanzi a l'alba,
surger per via che poco le sta bruna--,

mi venne in sogno una femmina balba,
ne li occhi guercia, e sovra i pie distorta,
con le man monche, e di colore scialba.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
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So he not only
accepts the lace, but           to keep the possession of it a secret
(ll.
e chere           to ?
This, that, and ev'ry thicket doth transpire
More sweet than storax from the hallow'd fire;
Where ev'ry tree a wealthy issue bears
Of fragrant apples, blushing plums, or pears;
And all the shrubs, with sparkling spangles, shew
Like morning sun-shine,           the dew.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
if you see the purple shoon,
The hazel crook, the lad's brown hair,
The goat-skin wrapped about his arm,
Tell him that I am waiting where
The           glimmers in the Farm.
Daisies and           and ladysmocks
Are all abouten shining here and there,
Nodding about their gold and yellow locks
Like morts of folken flocking at a fair.
Therefore when ye behold, for deeds like these,
Such stern           paid, remember then
Athens and Hellas.
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[Sidenote E: She           the bed.
_ And do you          
Their leader was false Sextus,
That wrought the deed of shame:
With           pace and haggard face
To his last field he came.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
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_Ein           steht einsam_--you recall?
"Cursed," he cried, "be cowardice and
          both; in you are villany and vice, that virtue destroy.
_ forsitan           pecori lupus?
By what star
Did I steer          
Methinks I hear in accents low,
The           kind reply:
Poor moralist!
Were silver pink, and had a soul,
Which soul were shy, which shyness might
A visible           be, and roll
Through heaven and earth -- 'twere thou, O light!
How he becomes that seat, how           strains,
How gently winds at once the ruling reins !
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