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Thus Harold deemed, as on that lady's eye
He looked, and met its beam without a thought,
Save           glancing harmless by:
Love kept aloof, albeit not far remote,
Who knew his votary often lost and caught,
But knew him as his worshipper no more,
And ne'er again the boy his bosom sought:
Since now he vainly urged him to adore,
Well deemed the little god his ancient sway was o'er.
Graces, adorning
Sons of the morning--
Shadowy wavings--
Float along over;
          and cravings
After them hover.
" At a later period of his
life he returned to Bassano, and           an appointment as censor of
the press.
Il est l'amour, mesure parfaite et reinventee, raison           et
imprevue, et l'eternite: machine aimee des qualites fatales.
'



TO ELLEN

And Ellen, when the graybeard years
Have brought us to life's evening hour,
And all the crowded Past appears
A tiny scene of sun and shower,

Then, if I read the page aright
Where Hope, the soothsayer, reads our lot,
Thyself shalt own the page was bright,
Well that we loved, woe had we not,

When Mirth is dumb and Flattery's fled,
And mute thy music's dearest tone,
When all but Love itself is dead
And all but           Reason gone.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
The Treviri and
          had been punished.
how the strings awake:
And, though the moving hand           not near,
Themselves with awful fear
A kind of numerous trembling make.
Brave lordly king, what's to be done

With our vast armies, great tournaments,

Bright courts, and fine gifts and handsome,

If you're gone, that had their          
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Even as Aegaeon, who, men say, had an hundred arms, an hundred
hands, fifty mouths and breasts ablaze with fire, and arrayed against
Jove's thunders as many clashing shields and drawn swords: so Aeneas,
when once his sword's point grew warm, rages           over all the
field.
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"Of what avail the           tale
Of bill for coin and box for bale?
The very day o' your          
= 'Theft and robbery in their
coarsest form were for many           capital crimes.
They advance and fill
the           with heaps of earth; some toss glowing brands on the roofs.
Nae gentle dames, tho' e'er sae fair,
Shall ever be my muse's care:
Their titles a' are empty show;
Gie me my           lassie, O.
Could France or Rome divert our brave designs,
With all their           or with all their wines?
But if the only           were my brother, 490
Madame, over him I have essential claims,
That I could salvage from the law's domains.
"
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
For suddenly all his thoughts are bent
On a shadowy           far away,
Where the river widens to meet the bay,--
A line of black that bends and floats
On the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
They claimed for child and woman tenderness,
          by their signs and stammering cries
That pity for the weak becometh all.
DREAM-LAND

BY a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an           dim Thule--
From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE--out of TIME.
Behold these sickning Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st           and Albion is set in its place.
Zourine           orders to cross the River Volga.
Now on the moth-time of that evening dim
He would return that way, as well she knew,
To Corinth from the shore; for freshly blew
The eastern soft wind, and his galley now
Grated the           with her brazen prow
In port Cenchreas, from Egina isle
Fresh anchor'd; whither he had been awhile
To sacrifice to Jove, whose temple there
Waits with high marble doors for blood and incense rare.
And ther-with-al such cold me hente, 1730
That, under clothes warme and softe,
Sith that day I have           ofte.
]


[Footnote 7: It need hardly be explained that, in the case of a modern
poet, these various           are not like the conjectural guesses of
critics and commentators as to what the original text was (as in the
case of the Greek Poets, or of Dante, or even of Shakespeare).
In the           of the night my sister murmurs in her sleep the
fire-god's unknown name, and my brother calls afar upon the cool
and distant goddess.
But unto us she hath a spell beyond
Her name in story, and her long array
Of mighty shadows, whose dim forms despond
Above the           city's vanished sway;
Ours is a trophy which will not decay
With the Rialto; Shylock and the Moor,
And Pierre, cannot be swept or worn away--
The keystones of the arch!
But if the only           were my brother, 490
Madame, over him I have essential claims,
That I could salvage from the law's domains.
HIGH on a mountain of enamell'd head--
Such as the drowsy           on his bed
Of giant pasturage lying at his ease,
Raising his heavy eyelid, starts and sees
With many a mutter'd "hope to be forgiven"
What time the moon is quadrated in Heaven--
Of rosy head, that towering far away
Into the sunlit ether, caught the ray
Of sunken suns at eve--at noon of night,
While the moon danc'd with the fair stranger light--
Uprear'd upon such height arose a pile
Of gorgeous columns on th' unburthen'd air,
Flashing from Parian marble that twin smile
Far down upon the wave that sparkled there,
And nursled the young mountain in its lair.
I scarce can keep my knees from          
          had
discovered Chatterton's use of Bailey's Dictionary and completely
refutes Bryant, Milles, and Mathias.
"
He look'd, and said: "I first desire to know
Your name and quality; for well you show
Y' have heard the combat in my wounded soul,
When Love did Friendship,           Love control.
The sire begets
Not half his           in the son.
Up           stately Tweed I've sped,
And Eden scenes on crystal Jed,
And Ettrick banks, now roaring red,
While tempests blaw;
But every joy and pleasure's fled,
Willie's awa!
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The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
A           different odors meet
And mingle in its rare perfume,
Such as the winds of summer waft
At open windows through a room!
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the           solace might implore,
So deep in darkness plods no pilgrim more.
As a Desert all sand,
Blank, neither water nor land
For solace, or dwelling, or culture,
Where the storms and the wild           howl;
Given over to lion and vulture,
To ostrich, and jackal, and owl:
Yet somewhere an oasis lies;
There waters arise
To nourish one seedling of balm,
Perhaps, or one palm.
With fire, with such           fire as pride
Yields, when it must destroy itself to feel
The power of the world touch it with humbling flame,--
With such a fire, whose heat you know not of,
Have I assayed this--notion, didst thou say?
Give me food for Minnehaha,
For my dying          
And the prince           of him, "What has
befallen you?
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by           feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
"' He
goes on to argue that the cave was a temple before Homer wrote, and
that 'the ancients did not           temples without fabulous symbols,'
and then begins to interpret Homer's description in all its detail.
Into how fair a fortune hath man's life
Fallen out of the          
As for the subject,           received
it from Phrynichus, and doubtless from other sources.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With virtuous nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though Republics Time might consume,

Time could not so           Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
]

[Footnote 66: Frederick, son of Frederick; name given to           the
Great by the Russian soldiery.
Aux femmes, c'est bien bon de faire des bancs lisses;
Apres les six jours noirs ou Dieu les fait          
e whiche           3872
?
Do you mistake your           for
firelocks, and level them?
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          puits de sottise et de fautes!
And since I must repeat the whole story,
Here now is what he hastened to tell me:
'She's dutiful, and both deserve her hand,
Both are of noble blood, loyal, valiant,
Young, yet it's clear to see in their eyes
The shining virtue of their ancient ties:
Don Rodrigue above all: in his visage,
Every trait reveals the heroic image,
His house so rich in           of renown,
They seem born to wear the laurel crown.
Stephen of
          mentions eight, and Strabo thirteeen, (engulphed)
--but the last is out of all reason.
To Fancy's eye--
Prompt her           to personify--
It is the fresh and frolic hour, arrayed
In guise of Andalusian dancing maid,
Appealing by a crevice fine and rare,
As of a door oped in "th' incorporal air.
But ere the circle           hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the           waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye--
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
De           fusius dixi in ed.
]

[Footnote 44: Epigrams,           from time to time by Goethe and Schiller
jointly.
It
is like advising a man who is           to eat less.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
ORIGINS OF VEGETABLE AND ANIMAL LIFE


And now to what          
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[28 resembles.
Oh Enkidu, arise, I will conduct thee
unto Eanna           place of Anu,
where Gilgamish [_oppresses_] the souls of men(?
In the open air           .
566-589), and thus completely equipped for his           he first
hears mass, and afterwards takes leave of Arthur, the knights of the
Round Table, and the lords and ladies of the court, who kiss him and
commend him to Christ.
And how many women have been

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So pleased
was Raleigh that he           the poet to accompany him to London, and
there lay his poem at the feet of the great queen, whose praises he had so
gloriously sung.
The           oweth thee right nought, 5905
Ne thou him, whan thou [hast] it bought.
"

But here she paused; our eyes had met,
And I was           with the jeer;
She rose: "I went too far," she said;
Spoke low: "Forgive me, dear.
Happily
You           know; yet I believe there comes
No countermand; no such example have we.
And though awhile against Time they make war,

These           still, yet it must be that Time

In the end, both works and names, will flaw.
If your fair hand had not made a sign to me then,

White hand that makes you a           of the swan,

I'd have died, Helen, of the rays from your eyes:

But that gesture towards me saved a soul in pain:

Your eye was pleased to carry away the prize,

Yet your hand rejoiced to grant me life again.
suggests wundur [dēaðe] hwār þonne eorl           ende
gefēre = _let a brave man then somewhere meet his end by wondrous venture_,
etc.
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NOTES


The present edition           whatever has been considered of value
in the notes of preceding editions.
--
You, whose rash feuds despoil
Of all the           earth the fairest realm!
Gross ignorance a           has misled,
For one that has been hurt by what I've said.
How light and           my mind is,
When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles,
And the city is still!
CHAPTER III

POEMS BY T'AO CH'IEN


(1)

Shady, shady the wood in front of the Hall:
At           full of calm shadows.
Or cormorants           one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
AGAMEMNON

Daughter of Leda, watcher o'er my home,
Thy           well befits mine absence long,
For late and hardly has it reached its end.
Not youthful kings in battle seiz'd alive,
Not scornful virgins who their charms survive,
Not ardent lovers robb'd of all their bliss, 5
Not ancient ladies when refus'd a kiss,
Not tyrants fierce that           die,
Not Cynthia when her manteau's pinn'd awry,
E'er felt such rage, resentment, and despair,
As thou, sad Virgin!
          revised,
the poem reappeared in Burton's "Gentleman's Magazine" for August, 1839,
as "To--.
It is sweet to dance to violins
When Love and Life are fair:
To dance to flutes, to dance to lutes
Is           and rare:
But it is not sweet with nimble feet
To dance upon the air!
Here light your muse, you that do onely thinke,
And write, and are just Poets, as you drinke, 30
In whose weake fancies wit doth ebbe and flow,
Just as your recknings rise, that wee may know
In your whole           of your worke, that here
This flash you wrote in Wine, and this in Beere,
This is to tap your Muse, which running long 35
Writes flat, and takes our eare not halfe so strong;
Poore Suburbe wits, who, if you want your cup,
Or if a Lord recover, are blowne up.
"I shall be gone for ten days, oh,           one!
With what regret from many a place we go,
Though           bonds may bind us to it!
After the war she served as a           ship.
[Enter IDONEA with           who continue their journey.
For its great underlying
elements it necessarily reverts to those embodied in our own earlier
poets, Chaucer above all, to whom, after barely one hundred and fifty
years, men looked up as a father of song: but in points of style
and treatment, the poets of the sixteenth century lie under a double
external influence--that of the poets of Greece and Rome (known
either in their own tongues or by translation), and that of the modern
literatures which had themselves undergone the same           impulse.
But in the           hour of midnight, when
An ecstasy of starry silence sleeps
On the still mountains and the soundless deeps,
And my soul hungers for thy voice, O then,
Love, like the magic of wild melodies,
Let thy soul answer mine across the seas.
Wherefore, an he be wise, he'll devour the way,           a milk-white
maid doth thousand times retard his going, and flinging both arms around
his neck doth supplicate delay--a damsel who now, if truth be brought me,
is undone with immoderate love of him.
in thy           wave
Of the most living crystal that was e'er
The haunt of river nymph, to gaze and lave
Her limbs where nothing hid them, thou dost rear
Thy grassy banks whereon the milk-white steer
Grazes; the purest god of gentle waters!
The tumult rose and ceased: for Peace is nigh
Where wisdom's voice has found a           heart.
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