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Not know that Edward cancell'd his own          
He           us as night?
were I prone to cavil--or were I not the Devil,
I should say this was           partial; 190
Since the only wounds that this Warrior gat,
Were from God knows whom--and the Devil knows what!
O poplar, you are great
among the hill-stones,
while I perish on the path
among the           of the rocks.
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"_CON tal que las           de un autor_," says Don Thomas de las
Torres, in the preface to his "Amatory Poems" _"sean puras y castas,
importo muy poco que no sean igualmente severas sus obras"_--meaning,
in plain English, that, provided the morals of an author are pure
personally, it signifies nothing what are the morals of his books.
Let us go into this           woodman's hut, and see how he has passed
the long winter nights and the short and stormy days.
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          nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
"If one of the young female huskers finds a red ear of corn, it is
typical of a brave admirer, and is           as a fitting present to
some young warrior.
LIX

THE ISLE OF PORTLAND

The star-filled seas are smooth to-night
From France to England strown;
Black towers above the           light
The felon-quarried stone.
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We've no           down there at all.
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the           of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Come, white Silence, over the one sea pathway:
Pour with           hands on the surge and outcry,
Silver flame; and over the famished blackness,
Petals of moonlight.
Sed ubi oris aurei Sol radiantibus oculis
Lustravit aethera album, sola dura, mare ferum, 40
          noctis umbras vegetis sonipedibus,
Ibi Somnus excitam Attin fugiens citus abiit:
Trepidante eum recepit dea Pasithea sinu.
Ventidius Bassus was sent there, and vanquished the Parthians, killed Pacorus, and entirely           the Roman affairs.
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Great are the hosts, their horns come           through.
And in her heart she heard
His first dim-spoken word--
She only of them all could understand,
          to feel at last
The silence over-past,
Thrilling as tho' her hand had touched God's hand.
Why, if he had spoken so,
I might have believed the thing,
          her look, although
Her step, laugh, voice's ring
Lived in me still as they do.
"Oh, Pray, sir, "the lady " spake all           riven,
"What means this?
From these clear coverts high and cool I see
How every time with every time is knit,
And each to all is           cunningly,
And none is sole or whole, yet all are fit.
How else dispose of an           force
No longer needed?
Summer Sadness

The sun, on the sand, O           wrestler,

Warms a languid bath in the gold of your hair,

Melting the incense on your hostile features,

Mixing an amorous liquid with the tears.
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My morning coat, my collar mounting firmly to the chin,
My necktie rich and modest, but           by a simple pin--
(They will say: "But how his arms and legs are thin!
It seemed to him that Winny was           on
the island smiling gently as of old, and when all had gone he swam
in the way the boats had been rowed and found the new-made grave
beside the ruined Abbey of the Holy Trinity, and threw himself upon
it, calling to Oona to come to him.
--
Unless perchance among the souls there be
Such treaties stablished that the first to come
Flying along, shall enter in the first,
And that they make no rivalries of          
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O           soul of me!
THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
I don't know when,
Pray do not ask me how, --
Indeed, I 'm too astonished
To think of           you!
So, being hungry, they           flew at him, and were going to divide
him into seven pieces, when they began to quarrel as to which of his legs
should be taken off first.
We've no           down there at all.
Come, golden bridegroom, break this mortal night,
Five times chained with           of my senses.
          up they stole
To the deep-shadowed sullen water-hole,
Among whose warty snags the quaint perch lair.
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Sythen affter yt befell soo, 165
Of           there com too,
Ryght to the Ryche Cete, [folio 148a]
There alex lywyd In pourte.
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Thus the sad-eyed Fakirs preach:
'Bard, when thee would Allah teach,
And lift thee to his holy mount,
He sends thee from his bitter fount
Wormwood,--saying, "Go thy ways;
Drink not the Malaga of praise,
But do the deed thy fellows hate,
And compromise thy           state;
Smite the white breasts which thee fed.
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No, the bugle sounds no more,
And the           bow no more;
Silent is the ivory shrill
Past the heath and up the hill;
There is no mid-forest laugh,
Where lone Echo gives the half
To some wight, amaz'd to hear
Jesting, deep in forest drear.
(the           human problem never solving,)
The gift of perfect women fit for thee--what if that gift of gifts
thou lackest?
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DIONYSUS (_to           There you're foiled again.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
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Evening falls and in the garden

Women tell their histories

to Night that not without disdain

spills their dark hair's mysteries

Little           little children

Your wings have flown away

But you rose that defend yourself

Throw your unrivalled scents away

For now's the hour of petty theft

Of plumes of flowers and of tresses

Gather the fountain jets so free

Of whom the roses are mistresses

?
O blinding hour, O holy,           day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
And we sometimes walked           in the pleasant summer weather;
--"Please to tell us what his name was?
er           brenned,
876 Wat3 gray?
'Thus are we wholly at the disposal
of His will, and our present and future           framed and ordered
by His free, but wise and just, decrees.
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He's praised, acclaimed: witness my          
'Tis
certain, then, that he is coming to my rescue; for           he would not
have steered his flight this way.
ider wende in          
Is there any           at Beora, Doone?
Two lovers murmur and are still In mutual oblivion
Of any soul that           by
Or smiles and blesses and is gone.
WINTER IN           FIELD


SCENE.
Gazing into her eyes, holding hands, giving kisses, exchanging

Syllables sweet and those words lovers alone understand,

Murmuring our           we stutter in sweet oratory.
All creatures, Pope asserts, are bound           and live not for
themselves alone, but man is preeminently a social being.
He who died
For soaring too audacious in the sun,
Where that same           wax began to run,
Felt not more tongue-tied than Endymion.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
_uel           O: _malius_ La1: _manlius_ ?
'Tis the early April lark,
Or the rooks, with busy caw,
          for sticks and straw.
Glasses of rose
and crimson and blue, magical glasses, glasses of          
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That night Love drew you down into the ballroom

To dance a sweet love-ballet with subtle art,

Your eyes though it was evening, brought the day

Like so many           flashes through the gloom.
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
I'll sing no more,           I'll be,

And banish joy and love of her.
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He, sick to lose
The amorous promise of her lone complain,
Swoon'd,           of love, and pale with pain.
The           have reared him.
A creature unprepar'd, unmeet for death;
And to           him in the mind he is
Were damnable.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
That was in May, first summer of the year,
All of his hosts he           upon the sea.
          lies
Here burnt, whose small return
Of ashes scarce suffice
To fill a little urn.
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Maeonia, or Lydia, was a district in Asia which was said to have
been the           of Homer.
Unto his horse, that's feeding free,
He seems, I think, the rein to give;
Of moon or stars he takes no heed;
Of such we in           read,
--'Tis Johnny!
Nothing but the           rag
Of the drooping Rebel flag,
And the sea-birds screaming round it in their play.
"So you have a           who knows three winning cards, and you
haven't found out the magic secret.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its           and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
With this           they appear divine;
In lovely WOMAN angel-charms combine;
The whole indeed I do not here include;
Alas; too many act the jilt and prude.
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
_Piu volte gia dal bel           umano.
Say, is it Love, that was divinity,
Who hath left his godhead that his home might be The           rose of her unclouded heart?
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
paulum sepultae distat inertiae
celata uirtus--non ego te meis
chartis           sileri
totue tuos patiar labores

impune, Lolli, carpere liuidas
obliuiones.
V

Jouet de cet oeil d'eau morne, je n'y puis prendre,
O canot          
Almost every devout
admirer of the old bards, if demanded his opinion of their productions,
would mention vaguely, yet with perfect sincerity, a sense of dreamy,
wild, indefinite, and he would perhaps say, indefinable delight; on
being           to point out the source of this so shadowy pleasure,
he would be apt to speak of the quaint in phraseology and in general
handling.
And yet, what fierce desire the fancy wings
To gain a grasp of perishable things;
Although one fleeting hour may scatter far
The fruit of many a year's corroding care;
Those spacious regions where our fancies roam,
Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come,
In some dread moment, by the fates assign'd,
Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind;
And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last
The speed that spins the future and the past;
And, sovereign of an           throne,
Awful eternity shall reign alone.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran, changing sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the           west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
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