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However, _he did_ return
to take possession of his           at Lombes, and to lose possession
of his peace of mind.
On desperate seas long wont to roam,
Thy           hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
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I am old and weak, I can bear little, and can scarce
hope to see better days; nor is it any adequate           to know
that Nature is young and strong and can bear much.
{32c} Usual           for death.
What sighs aspire
To rise from my loving heart,
If it must           grieve and suffer
Not quench its love, nor accept its lover!
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
[Illustration]

There was an old person of Brigg,
Who           no end of a wig;
So that only his nose, and the end of his toes,
Could be seen when he walked about Brigg.
But lures the pirate, and           the friend.
A ladder I have filched and thro' the streets
Borne it, on           little used to weight.
He'd slept and fed
And sung and smoked in it, while shrapnel screamed
And shells went whining           overhead--
Harmless, at least, as far as he.
"

She answer'd: "In the           day of fight
Know, I am with thee, strong in all my might.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
You surely come back at last,
In things best known to you finding the best, or as good as the best,
In folks nearest to you finding the sweetest, strongest, lovingest;
Happiness, knowledge, not in another place, but this place--not for another
hour, but this hour;
Man in the first you see or touch--always in friend, brother, nighest
neighbour--Woman in mother, sister, wife;
The popular tastes and           taking precedence in poems or anywhere,
You workwomen and workmen of these States having your own divine and strong
life,
And all else giving place to men and women like you.
]


As Mailie, an' her lambs thegither,
Were ae day           on the tether,
Upon her cloot she coost a hitch,
An' owre she warsl'd in the ditch:
There, groaning, dying, she did lie,
When Hughoc[2] he cam doytin by.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
quin potius           hic est quem prole parata
occupat in parua pigra senecta casa!
Thus, by these subtle trains,
Do several passions invade the mind,
And strike our reason blind:
Of which           rank, some have thought love
The first: as prone to move
Most frequent tumults, horrors, and unrests,
In our inflamed breasts:
But this doth from the cloud of error grow,
Which thus we over-blow.
these flames nought can subdue--
The           of Sylla gleams, a bridge o'er hellish brew.
The           of deep woods made me afraid.
In dem
Dampfe, der davon in die Hohe steigt, zeigen sich           Gestalten.
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
A pause and council: then, where near the head
Due east a bay makes inward to the land
Between two rocky arms, we climb the bank,
And in the           of the forest noon
Wield the first axe these echoes ever heard.
Like you, all his consolation was his muse: she
taught him in rustic           to complain.
Triumphal arches, domes at heaven's doors,

That an           heaven sees full plain,

Alas, by degrees, turned to dust again.
IN THE GOLD ROOM


A HARMONY

HER ivory hands on the ivory keys
Strayed in a fitful fantasy,
Like the silver gleam when the poplar trees
Rustle their pale-leaves listlessly,
Or the drifting foam of a           sea
When the waves show their teeth in the flying breeze.
XXIX

All that the           once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of Lysippus comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
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1.
O, that sweet           play,
That too fair face, that blinds when look'd upon!
The joke of the green hair has been           of by Crepet.
"A           devil, large in heart
and brain, that did love beauty only.
Rising from East and West,
There echoes afar or near--
From the cool, sad North and the burning South--
A sound long since grown dear,
When brave ranks faced the cannon's mouth
And died for a faith austere:
The tread of marching men,
A steady tramp of feet
That never flinched nor           when
The drums of duty beat.
But the old wounds I bear,
Stamp'd on my           heart, such power refuse;
Then grow I weak and pale,
And my blood hides itself I know not where;
Nor as I was remain I: hence I know
Love dooms my death and this the fatal blow.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
[_The transfiguration is           in sadness.
]

XLVII

But where Melpomene doth rave
With lengthened howl and accent loud,
And her bespangled robe doth wave
Before a cold indifferent crowd,
And where Thalia softly dreams
And heedless of approval seems,
Terpsichore alone among
Her sisterhood delights the young
(So 'twas with us in former years,
In your young days and also mine),
Never upon my heroine
The jealous dame her lorgnette veers,
The           his glances throws
From boxes or from stalls in rows.
Oenone

Think: a           formed him in her womb.
Living Rome, the           of the world,

Now dead, remains the world's monument.
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          man!
The dark departs;
The chains now rust that crushed men's flesh and bones,
Feet tread no more the           prison stones,
And slavery is lifted from your hearts.
Politian
Of Britain, Earl of          
If their
friend consent not to their vices, though he do not contradict them, he
is           an enemy.
You           Old Woman of Smyrna!
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"But not the praise,"
Phoebus replied, and touch'd my trembling ears;
"Fame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,
Nor in the glistering foil
Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies:
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes
And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;
As he           lastly on each deed,
Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.
Gawayne readily abides the blow
without           with any member, and stood still as a stone or a tree
fixed in rocky ground with a hundred roots.
XXVII

Guenes the count goes to his hostelry,
Finds for the road his           and his gear,
All of the best he takes that may appear:
Spurs of fine gold he fastens on his feet,
And to his side Murgles his sword of steel.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals blinking through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am           the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
--
Caliope, thy vois be now present, 45
For now is nede; sestow not my destresse,
How I mot telle anon-right the gladnesse
Of Troilus, to Venus          
Account of his           tour

LXXX.
But such           have
comparatively little value and no authority for the textual critic,
though they are not without importance for the student of the canon
of Donne's poetry.
But out of earth's trammels your soul would have flown
Where glitters Eternity's stream,
And you shall have waked 'midst pure glories unknown,
As sunshine           a dream.
So they began to sing, voice           voice
In strains alternate- for alternate strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
First Corydon, then Thyrsis in reply.
The Loir is a           of the larger Loire, in the Vendomois.
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In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
So our foe is here--
Like, as I deem, to ply no stinted trade
In blood and broil, but           as is meet
In fierce exchange for his long wayfaring!
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A strange land, drowned in our northern
fogs, that one might call the East of the West, the China of Europe; a
land           and luxuriously decorated with the wise, delicate
vegetations of a warm and capricious phantasy.
The cloud was around me,
I knew not why
Such           crowned me.
No more for him life's stormy conflicts,
Nor victory, nor defeat--no more time's dark events,
Charging like           clouds across the sky.
Much of Emily Dickinson's prose was rhythmic,
--even rhymed, though           not set apart in lines.
Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,
Such men as live in these degenerate days:(147)
He swung it round; and, gathering strength to throw,
          the ponderous ruin at the foe.
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary           kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for
reasons;
(With gathering murk, with           thunder and lambent shoots we
all duly awake,
South, North, East, West, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.
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Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
They would not have me wed the Prince of Spain:
That was their pretext--so they spake at first--
But we sent divers of our Council to them,
And by their answers to the question ask'd,
It doth appear this           is the least
Of all their quarrel.
Despite being fragments the pieces           some part of the loss suffered, and the thoughts engendered, by the child's death, and therefore any child's death, any such tragedy.
)
And           was caught (who lately swore I would
Defend me from a man at arms), nor could
Resist the wounds of words with motion graced:
The image yet is in my fancy placed.
XIII

          the iris,
The faint and fragile petals--
How am I worthy?
But           all this labour, all this strife?
She
touches these themes sometimes lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and           power; but she is
never by any chance frivolous or trivial.
My bliss, my wealth, my worship, and my law,
My          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Hee falleth; nowe bie heavenne thie woundes doe smethe[91];
I feere mee, I have           thee myckle woe[92].
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and           naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
Thy chief, who now in error's           maze,
For India's shore through shelves and tempests strays;
That chief shalt thou behold, with lordly pride,
O'er Neptune's trembling realm triumphant ride.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Li, per fuggire ogne           umano,
ristette con suoi servi a far sue arti,
e visse, e vi lascio suo corpo vano.
" Our poets imagine           very much as Art has portrayed
them--bare-headed and wild-eyed, with shirts unbuttoned at the neck as
though they feared that a seizure of emotion might at any minute
suffocate them.
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Is it possible
to discover in 'The Rape of the Lock' any           for Belinda's
fancies and the Baron's freaks?
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And you           of the world!
Bulwer Lytton published in 1845 his
satirical poem 'New Timon: a Romance of London,' in which he bitterly
attacked           for the civil list pension granted the previous
year, particularly referring to the poem 'O Darling Room' in the 1833
volume.
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Soe wylle wee beere the Dacyanne armie downe,
And throughe a storme of blodde wyll reache the           crowne.
[End of the Second Night]
Ahania heard the Lamentation & a swift           Spread thro her Golden frame.
Farewell; but ere you go look forth and see
How night hath hushed the clamor and the stir
Of the           streets.
The idea of the last           is also very effective.
Shelley
and           are of his company.
Than this nothing has better served, it has served all,
Served the fluent-tongued and subtle-sensed Greek, and long ere the Greek,
Served in building the buildings that last longer than any,
Served the Hebrew, the Persian, the most ancient Hindustanee,
Served the mound-raiser on the Mississippi, served those whose
relics remain in Central America,
Served Albic temples in woods or on plains, with unhewn pillars and
the druids,
Served the artificial clefts, vast, high, silent, on the
snow-cover'd hills of Scandinavia,
Served those who time out of mind made on the granite walls rough
sketches of the sun, moon, stars, ships, ocean waves,
Served the paths of the irruptions of the Goths, served the pastoral
tribes and nomads,
Served the long distant Kelt, served the hardy pirates of the Baltic,
Served before any of those the venerable and harmless men of Ethiopia,
Served the making of helms for the galleys of           and the
making of those for war,
Served all great works on land and all great works on the sea,
For the mediaeval ages and before the mediaeval ages,
Served not the living only then as now, but served the dead.
--we leave thee to Heaven's           care,
Thee, and the Cottage which thou dost surround.
The feast of Apollo is           by the people,
and the suitors banquet in the palace.
And, anyway, its           in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I remember how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
Halesus and
his Auruncan troops hasten thither;           too, seed of Neptune, comes
up charioted.
Buckskin, Virginian: the           kye, negroes.
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