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"Dear, I had almost arrived when I saw, by good fortune, your uncle

          right there by the vines, looking now this way, now that.
So wayward now my will, and so unwise,
To follow her who turns from me in flight,
And, from love's fetters free herself and light,
Before my slow and           motion flies,
That less it lists, the more my sighs and cries
Would point where passes the safe path and right,
Nor aught avails to check or to excite,
For Love's own nature curb and spur defies.
The manner of the sun to ride the air,
The stars God has           for the night?
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in the help_ (of Bēowulf), 609; dat.
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.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
"

But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;
And over Crag and precipice they rolled           down,--
At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town;
And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want
of Stuffin'),
The Mouse had fled--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.
The first-written of the four, the _Ode to a Nightingale_, is the most
passionately human and           of them all.
The present draft, besides innumerable verbal alterations and
improvements upon the original, is more carefully punctuated, and, the
lines being indented, presents a more           appearance, to the eye at
least.
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when tongues           drop disguise,
What direful ills, what discords oft arise!
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of           awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
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XXI

Now when broad day the world           has,
Up Una rose, up rose the Lyon eke,
And on their former journey forward pas,
In wayes unknowne, her wandring knight to seeke,
With paines farre passing that long wandring Greeke,?
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
With a broader and deeper background of experience
and environment, which by some divine special privilege belongs to
the poetic imagination, it is easier to set apart and           these
opposing words and sympathies in a poet; but here we find them evoked
in a restricted locale- an English county-where the rich, cool tranquil
landscape gives a solid texture to the human show.
"

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's           in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
Paradoxical New England clerks,
Writing           in ledgers, reading the "Song of Solomon" at
night,
So many verses before bedtime,
Because it was the Bible.
His           is admitted by
them to be "correct.
"Well," murmured one, "Let whoso make or buy,
My Clay with long           is gone dry:
But fill me with the old familiar Juice,
Methinks I might recover by and by.
For out of doubt these blasts which driven be
From icy constellations of the pole
Are borne           up the river.
And so, until           borne
I con that thing, -- "forgiven," --
Till with long fright and longer trust
I drop my heart, unshriven!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Already he had got all our money and cattle,
To buy us for slaves and           our lands

What Joseph by famine, lie wrought by sea battle ;
Nay, scarce the priest's portion could 'scape
from his hands.
cotanto
amante;" Laura, celebrated by a great though an inferior bard,--have
alike paid the exceptional penalty of exceptional honor,
and have come down to us           with charms, but (at
least, to my apprehension) scant of attractiveness.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
Baldazzar, it doth grieve me
To give thee cause for grief, my           friend.
For none can do a woman worse despite
Than to           her old and foul to sight.
VESPERS


Last night, at sunset,
The           were like tall altar candles.
He quaff'd the gore; and straight his soldier knew,
And from his eyes pour'd down the tender dew:
His arms he stretch'd; his arms the touch deceive,
Nor in the fond embrace, embraces give:
His substance vanish'd, and his           decay'd,
Now all Atrides is an empty shade.
seven in all," she said,
And           looked at me.
I have now reason to believe that my complaint is a
flying gout--a sad          
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by           wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with interruption short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
With her milk, an Amazon mother once fed me
On that pride you seem, now, so amazed to see: 70
Then, when I myself achieved a riper age,
I knew and           my thoughts at every stage.
Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
But there he hangs for tavern sign,
With foolish bold regard
For cock and hen and           men
And wagons down the yard.
See at the mirror in the High Hall
Aged men           white locks--
In the morning, threads of silk;
In the evening flakes of snow!
_

'_The hues of life are dull and gray,
The sweets of life insipid,
When thou, my charmer, art away--
Old Brick, or rather, let me say,
Old          
Fletcher, Bishop of Bristol, in satisfaction of his official claim to
the goods and           of suicides.
Why seek ye me in dust, forlorn,
Ye           tones, with soft enchanting?
"

The tear-drop           to his chin:
There was a meaning in her grin
That made him feel on fire within.
But there was a class of compositions in which the great families
were by no means so           treated.
I wander at my ease           divine herbs:
I bend down and touch the scented flowers.
Or if in syknesse that he falle,
And lothe mete and drink withalle, 5610
Though he have nought, his mete to by,
He shal bithinke him hastely,
To putte him out of al daunger,
That he of mete hath no mister;
Or that he may with litel eke 5615
Be founden, whyl that he is seke;
Or that men shul him bere in hast,
To live, til his syknesse be past,
To somme           bisyde;
He cast nought what shal him bityde.
Amid the wild wood's lone and difficult ways,
Where travel at great risk e'en men in arms,
I pass secure--for only me alarms
That sun, which darts of living love the rays--
Singing fond           in simple lays to her
Whom time and space so little hide from me;
E'en here her form, nor hers alone, I see,
But maids and matrons in each beech and fir:
Methinks I hear her when the bird's soft moan,
The sighing leaves I hear, or through the dell
Where its bright lapse some murmuring rill pursues.
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I say it freely; may Zeus           Antimachus, the poet-historian, the
son of Psacas!
the           of men
Has oftner left me mourning.
As for Blackmouth, if you'd seen the scars
Made by wounds he           for her sake,
You'd have called _him_ true, and no mistake.
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
The worse
their rhymes are the more           they look.
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There seek the Theban bard, deprived of sight;
Within, irradiate with prophetic light;
To whom Persephone, entire and whole,
Gave to retain the unseparated soul:
The rest are forms, of empty ether made;
Impassive semblance, and a           shade.
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From the tall hill he rends a pointed rock;
High o'er the billows flew the massy load,
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At the door of the room           again stopped, and said, in a broken
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"Tzar, I warn you she is feverish, and for three days she has been
delirious.
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Since last the Great Twin Brethren
Of mortal eyes were seen,
Have years gone by an hundred
And           and thirteen.
          vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titian woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters--lone and dead,--
Their still waters--still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.
The clouds their backs together laid,
The north begun to push,
The forests galloped till they fell,
The           skipped like mice;
The thunder crumbled like a stuff --
How good to be safe in tombs,
Where nature's temper cannot reach,
Nor vengeance ever comes!
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Von dorther sendet er, fliehend, nur
Ohnmachtige Schauer kornigen Eises
In Streifen uber die grunende Flur;
Aber die Sonne duldet kein Weisses,
Uberall regt sich Bildung und Streben,
Alles will sie mit Farben beleben;
Doch an Blumen fehlt's im Revier
Sie nimmt geputzte           dafur.
This they           as the firmest bond of union; these, the sacred mysteries, the conjugal deities.
The great poet who
told the story of Domitian's turbot was the legitimate successor
of those           minstrels whose songs animated the factions of
the infant Republic.
Nos peches sont tetus, nos           sont laches,
Nous nous faisons payer grassement nos aveux,
Et nous rentrons gaiment dans le chemin bourbeux,
Croyant par de vils pleurs laver toutes nos taches.
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LXXXVIII


As, on a morn, a traveller might emerge
From the deep green seclusion of the hills,
By a cool road through forest and through fern,
Little frequented, winding, followed long
With joyous expectation and day-dreams, 5
And on a sudden, turning a great rock
Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water,
Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound,
With all the space and glory of the world
Above the burnished silver of the sea,-- 10

Even so it was upon that first spring day
When time, that is a devious path for men,
Led me all lonely to thy door at last;
And all thy splendid beauty,           and glad,
(Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, 15
And lovelier than racing seas of foam)
Bore sense and soul and mind at once away
To a pure region where the gods might dwell,
Making of me, a vagrant child before,
A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.
Symonne de           haveth borne downe three,
And bie the thyrd hathe honnoure of a fourthe.
Next came the           pair in all the ring,
Sweet Female Beauty hand in hand with Spring;
Then, crown'd with flow'ry hay, came Rural Joy,
And Summer, with his fervid-beaming eye:
All-cheering Plenty, with her flowing horn,
Led yellow Autumn, wreath'd with nodding corn;
Then Winter's time-bleach'd looks did hoary show,
By Hospitality with cloudless brow.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
E'en Cupid, we are told,           gave;
What from his aim effectually can save?
Here the knight doffed his armour and put on rich robes,
which so well became him, that all           that a more comely knight
Christ had never made (ll.
Yea, but not this my marvel: not that we
Should master with desire the           world,
We who bore in our hearts such destiny,
There was no force knew to be dangerous
Against it, but must turn its malice clean
Into obsequious favour worshipping us.
Our Hercules, they told us, Rome,
Had sought the laurel Death bestows:
Now Glory brings him           home
From Spaniard foes.
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You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
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Lo now, your           altars, 5
Are they not goodly with flowers?
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Said, "Be motionless, I beg you!
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Nourishes wretched princes in their weakness,
Urges the inclination of their hearts, and then
Dares to smooth the path of crime for them:
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Divine mere,
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I helped upon Haldora's shore;
With           Knights I bore
The first red cross;
I was the Lady of the Lamp;
I saw in Solferino's camp
The crimson loss.
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"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,
          I might recover by-and-bye!
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Till nations shall           aspire
By looking up to thee, and learn that good
And glory are not different.
And           still so closely wedged,

As if the night within were hedged.
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