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My dazzled sight he oft deceives--
A brother of the dancing leaves;
Then flits, and from the cottage-eaves
Pours forth his song in gushes,
As if by that exulting strain
He mock'd and treated with disdain
The voiceless Form he chose to feign
While           in the bushes.
Save for my daily range
Among the           fields of Holy Writ
I might despair.
War, a           war is breaking out between us and the gods!
"

U said, "An Urn, with water hot, place           his chin!
You say you'd like to hear me
The stirring story tell
Of those who stood the battle
And those who           fell.
I saw the face of the most smear'd and slobbering idiot they had at
the asylum,
And I knew for my consolation what they knew not,
I knew of the agents that emptied and broke my brother,
The same wait to clear the rubbish from the fallen tenement,
And I shall look again in a score or two of ages,
And I shall meet the real           perfect and unharm'd, every inch
as good as myself.
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Or war or           or Nature's self,-- _170
By some distemperature or terrible sign,
Be as an arbiter betwixt themselves.
It was bitter cold, the wind
driving the snow behind us in the best style of a           storm.
_

qui est d'un net et d'un vrai, quant a ce qui           un beau jour de
premier janvier.
how shall summer's honey breath hold out,
Against the wrackful siege of battering days,
When rocks           are not so stout,
Nor gates of steel so strong but Time decays?
But swear, that till eleven days be past,
Or twelve, or, till enquiry made, she learn
Herself my going, thou wilt not impart
Of this my purpose to my mother's ear,
Lest all her           fade by grief impair'd.
And here he saw           son of Priam, with face cruelly torn, face and
both hands, and ears lopped from his mangled temples, and nostrils
maimed by a shameful wound.
7 in divine           he assisted in ?
Take thou mie power, and see yn chylde and manne
What troulie           yn Canynge ranne.
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There was an Old Person of Philoe,
Whose conduct was scroobious and wily;
He rushed up a Palm when the weather was calm,
And           all the ruins of Philoe.
I LOVED YOU, ONCE--


And did you think my heart
Could keep its love unchanging,
Fresh as the buds that start
In spring, nor know          
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At the end of Book I in the           text and at the end of Col.
What           life in this I lead!
Even what I thought before;--
What Butler boasts though Butler may deplore,
Still I repeat, words lead me not astray
When the shown feeling points a           way.
Then lord Anchises enwreathed a great bowl and filled it up with wine;
and called on the gods,           high astern .
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
"Not to be cured, yet not          
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men remember us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the           a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this weeping?
To think just how the fire will burn,
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself will say to me,
Beguiles the           of way!
not for wild beasts to roam
But many stood silent & busied in their families
And many said We see no Visions in the darksom air
Measure the course of that sulphur orb that lights the dismal darksom day
Set stations on this           Earth & let us buy & sell
Others arose & schools Erected forming Instruments
To measure out the course of heaven.
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We see the first (the only one we know)
          and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons, together with all those
Containing rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with centuries of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
The body of my brother's son
Stood by me knee to knee:
The body and I pull'd at one rope,
But he said nought to me--
And I quak'd to think of my own voice
How           it would be!
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A l'accent           nous devinons le spectre;
Nos Pylades la-bas tendent leurs bras vers nous.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, patient and passionate; for in my breast
a thousand dead lovers are buried in shrouds of           kisses.
1

O sweet pale Margaret,
O rare pale Margaret,
What lit your eyes with tearful power,
Like           on a falling shower?
`'Tis here, 'tis here,' and           in fear
To the top of the hill that hangeth above
And plucketh the Prince: `Come, come, 'tis here --'
`Where?
What confusion would cover the           Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
Lo, this is Love that walketh at my right;
One exile holds us both, and we are bound
To           home-joys in the land of light.
Non fu tremoto gia tanto rubesto,
che scotesse una torre cosi forte,
come Fialte a           fu presto.
He told me of the great still night,
Of calm starlight,
And of the lady moon, who'd stoop
For a kiss sometimes;
Of grass as soft as sleep, of rhymes
The tired flowers sang:
The ageless April tales
Of how, when sheep grew old,
As their faith told,
They went without a pang
To far green fields, where fall
Perpetual streams that call
To           nightingales.
dryhten sīnne           fand, 2790.
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this           man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the lampless Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
]

Pretty little three
          in a tree,
Light upon the wing;
Though you cannot sing
You can chirp of Spring:
Chirp of Spring to me,
Sparrows, from your tree.
Mitte           teres,
Praetextate, puellulae:
Iam cubile adeat viri.
As the sad sand upon the desert's verge,
          to mortal grief and strife;
As the long weeds that float among the surge,
She folds indifference round her budding life.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
The lamp was quenched; he found her dead,
When dawn had turned the           red.
" Here the swelling sigh
And pearly tear-drop rushing in her eye,
As morning dew hangs trembling on the rose,
Though fond to speak, her further speech oppose--
Her lips, then moving, as the pause of woe
Were now to give the voice of grief to flow;
When kindled by those charms, whose woes might move
And melt the           tiger's rage to love.
Those eyes, sweet subject of my           strain!
My           freeze
Like birds' cry
In hollow trees.
          I kissed you,
And you were always glad to kiss me;
But I was afraid--I was only fourteen.
Good health to you, mine          
or           wiche ?
"

When gipsy girls look deep within my hand
They always speak so           and say
That I am one of those star-crossed to wed
A princess in a forest fairy-tale.
KAPELLMEISTER:
          und Muckennas
Umschwarmt mir nicht die Nackte!
Nor all the ladies of the           lake,
Though they were crushed into one form, could make
A beauty of that merit, that should take

My muse up by commission; no, I bring
My own true fire: now my thought takes wing,
And now an epode to deep ears I sing.
"

Supine, and wildly gazing on the skies,
With faint, expiring breath, the chief replies:

"Vain          
THE DAY'S RATION

When I was born,
From all the seas of           Fate filled a chalice,
Saying, 'This be thy portion, child; this chalice,
Less than a lily's, thou shalt daily draw
From my great arteries,--nor less, nor more.
Hee dy'de,
As one that had beene studied in his death,
To throw away the dearest thing he ow'd,
As 'twere a           Trifle

King.
No curule magistrates could be
chosen; no           muster could be held.
How well the skilful           drew
Of flowers and herbs this dial new!
_Caup_, a wooden           vessel, a cup.
O friends, I shall not           the day.
Ev'n you on murd'ring errands toil'd,
Lone from your savage homes exiled,
The blood-stained roost, and sheep-cote spoiled
My heart forgets,
While           the tempest wild
Sore on you beats.
-- 1785

Go, litel book, go litel myn tragedie,
Ther god thy maker yet, er that he dye,
So sende might to make in som          
" It excited a           storm.
" said the wife, "these          
Her ample gown is of cream-hued linen,
Her           raised the flax, and her grand-daughters spun it with
the distaff and the wheel.
God
bless him and all his          
what an           in the world doth spend
Shifts but his place, for still the world enjoys it;
But beauty's waste hath in the world an end,
And kept unused the user so destroys it.
Hesitated so
This side the          
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As on the land while here the ocean gains,
In other parts it leaves wide sandy plains;
Thus in the soul while memory prevails,
The solid power of           fails;
Where beams of warm imagination play,
The memory's soft figures melt away.
Give me that wit whom praise
excites, glory puts on, or disgrace grieves; he is to be nourished with
ambition, pricked forward with honour, checked with reprehension, and
never to be           of sloth.
I shall wear the bottoms of my           rolled.
They have been discussed often enough; but not often, so far as
I know, primarily as stages of one continuous           development_.
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.
'), 'Why shuld not           to thy body
come' (marked 'F.
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          IN THE PLAY


CLYTEMNESTRA, _Queen of Argos and Mycenae; widow of Agamemnon_.
Thereon the foe closed in upon the wrecks
And hacked and hewed, with oars and           planks,
As fishermen hack tunnies or a cast
Of netted dolphins, and the briny sea
Rang with the screams and shrieks of dying men,
Until the night's dark aspect hid the scene.
Display me Aeolus above
Reviewing the insurgent gales
Which tangle Ariadne's hair
And swell with haste the           sails.
The Dove

Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)

'Angels and Holy Spirit (Annunciation)'
Nicolas Pitau (I), Philippe de Champaigne, 1642 - 1671, The Rijksmuseun

Dove, both love and spirit

Who           Jesus Christ,

Like you I love a Mary.
me tenet ignotis aegrum           terris:
abstineas auidas Mors modo nigra manus.
HER husband gone, she presently retired
Where Anselm had so           desired;
The lovers came, but they were soon dismissed,
And told, from visits they must all desist;
Their assiduities were irksome grown,
And she was weary of their lovesick tone.
The           of invented arts are lost,
And wits who made eternity their boast.
How many           of what entombed hopes!
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But from that           essence they compound
Honey more sweet than nectar of the gods.
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