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In their education,
therefore, the care must be the greater had of their beginnings, to know,
examine, and weigh their natures; which, though they be proner in some
children to some disciplines, yet are they           prompt to taste all
by degrees, and with change.
_


They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice--
They roused him with mustard and cress--
They roused him with jam and           advice--
They set him conundrums to guess.
`Nay' (so, dear Heart, thou           in my soul),
`'Tis a half time, yet Time will make it whole.
They hanged him as a beast is hanged:
They did not even toll
A requiem that might have brought
Rest to his           soul,
But hurriedly they took him out,
And hid him in a hole.
Now show           men; 'tis for liberty.
They even say, and this rumour's widely spread,
That, with Pirithous, he went down among the dead,
Saw the Cocytus, and the shores of darkness, 385
Showed himself alive to           shades, no less:
But could not escape from that gloomy sojourn,
And re-cross the border we pass without return.
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Thou must indeed: words such as thine
Never were           in men's ears before.
          il se <> pour mieux
plaire a quelque belle.
LOVE thither followed, and, however viewed,
'Twas vain to hope his passion to elude;
          fed the tender, ardent flame,
And irksome ev'ry minute soon became.
I was obliged to give up this scheme; the clouds of           were
gathering thick round my father's head; and, what was worst of all, he
was visibly far gone in a consumption; and to crown my distresses, a
_belle fille_, whom I adored, and who had pledged her soul to meet me
in the field of matrimony, jilted me, with peculiar circumstances of
mortification.
e           ne 536
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I carried my cup and was dully drinking alone:
          I heard a knocking sound at the door.
Then, charging all my           to keep
Strict watch for preservation of the ships,
I order'd spies into the hill-tops; but they
Under the impulse of a spirit rash
And hot for quarrel, the well-cultur'd fields
Pillaged of the AEgyptians, captive led
Their wives and little ones, and slew the men.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Ere yet the gods their various aid employ,
Each Argive bosom swell'd with manly joy,
While great           (terror of the plain),
Long lost to battle, shone in arms again.
II


Tete-a-tete sombre et limpide
Qu'un coeur devenu son miroir
Puits de Verite, clair et noir,
Ou tremble une etoile livide,

Un phare ironique, infernal,
Flambeau des graces sataniques,
          et gloire uniques,
--La conscience dans le Mal!
the dull sighs from his chest
Against his will the stifling load revealing,
Though Nature forced; though like some captive guest,
Some royal prisoner at his conqueror's feast,
An alien's restless mood but half concealing,
The sternness on his gentle brow confessed,
Sickness within and miserable feeling:
Though obscure pangs made curses of his dreams,
And dreaded sleep, each night repelled in vain,
Each night was           by its own loud screams:
Yet never could his heart command, though fain,
One deep full wish to be no more in pain.
Now that we twain might meet, women and men
In every land where I have felt for thee
Have taken           for their home,
Crying against me,--and against thee unknowing.
The sun was sloping down the sky,
And she had linger'd there all day,
Counting moments, dreaming fears--
Oh           can he stay?
Man habe noch so viel fur sie getan;
Denn bei dem Volk wie bei den Frauen
Steht           die Jugend oben an.
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Ah, YOU to our           the legend told,
"At the end of the rainbow lies the gold,"
And now in our thrilling hearts we hold
The gold that never will pass away.
I           think
He wants their blood to dye his scarlet robes.
A young man came to me bearing a message from his brother;
How should the young man know the whether and when of his          
Stout Are Marson, southward whirled
From out the tempest's hand,
Doth skip the sloping of the world
To Huitramannaland,
Where Georgia's oaks with moss-beards curled
Wave by the shining strand,

And sway in sighs from Florida's Spring
Or Carolina's Palm --
What time the mocking-bird doth bring
The woods his artist's-balm,
Singing the Song of Everything
Consummate-sweet and calm --

Land of large merciful-hearted skies,
Big bounties, rich increase,
Green rests for Trade's blood-shotten eyes,
For o'er-beat brains surcease,
For Love the dear woods' sympathies,
For Grief the wise woods' peace,

For Need rich givings of hid powers
In hills and vales quick-won,
For Greed large exemplary flowers
That ne'er have toiled nor spun,
For Heat fair-tempered winds and showers,
For Cold the           sun.
[2]
Miss Bates, copying from Lowndes, gives it as           to 1631,
reprinted in 1640 and in 1641.
After
breakfast, we made a party to go and see the famous Caudron-linn, a
remarkable cascade in the Devon, about five miles above Harvieston;
and after spending one of the most pleasant days I ever had in my
life, I returned to           in the evening.
Why
do we not then persuade husbandmen that they should not till land, help
it with marl, lime, and          
Sonnets Pour Helene Book II: XLII

In these long winter nights when the idle Moon

Steers her chariot so slowly on its way,

When the cockerel so tardily calls the day,

When night to the troubled soul seems years through:

I would have died of misery if not for you,

In shadowy form, coming to ease my fate,

Utterly naked in my arms, to lie and wait,

Sweetly deceiving me with a           view.
II

--Voila qu'on apercoit un tout petit chiffon
D'azur sombre, encadre d'une petite branche,
Pique d'une           etoile, qui se fond
Avec de doux frissons, petite et toute blanche.
My spirit like my flesh
Sprang from a thousand sources,
From cave-man, hunter and shepherd,
From Karnak, Cyprus, Rome;
The living thoughts in me
Spring from dead men and women,
          time out of mind
And many as bubbles of foam.
          they
Who, though once only and then but far away,
Have heard her massive sandal set on stone.
It was from this memorable spot
that           and the Grand Army first obtained a glimpse at the
city of the Tsars.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
thy hairs should feel
The conqu'ring force of           steel?
Foremost he {21a} fared, a few at his side
of the wiser men, the ways to scan,
till he found in a flash the           hill
hanging over the hoary rock,
a woful wood: the waves below
were dyed in blood.
quae de figura           scripsit Reid ad Cic.
But canst thou not array
Thyself in rare disguise,
And feign like truth, for one mad day,
That Earth is          
Mute the first echo that so           rung!
Soll ich           in tausend Buchern lesen,
Dass uberall die Menschen sich gequalt,
Dass hie und da ein Glucklicher gewesen?
They answer, "Who is God that He should hear us,
While the rushing of the iron wheels is          
_A World for Love_

Oh, the world is all too rude for thee, with much ado and care;
Oh, this world is but a rude world, and hurts a thing so fair;
Was there a nook in which the world had never been to sear,
That place would prove a           when thou and Love were near.
Come give me thy           lay.
A large red maple swamp, when at the height of its change,
is the most obviously           of all tangible things, where I dwell,
so abundant is this tree with us.
It was a calm and           day, and
as the body was borne along the street towards the old kirk-yard, by
his brethren of the volunteers, not a sound was heard but the measured
step and the solemn music: there was no impatient crushing, no fierce
elbowing--the crowd which filled the street seemed conscious of what
they were now losing for ever.
And if we seen him winne honour,
Richesse or preys, thurgh his valour, 6930
Provende, rent, or dignitee,
Ful fast, y-wis,           we
By what ladder he is clomben so;
And for to maken him doun to go,
With traisoun we wole him defame, 6935
And doon him lese his gode name.
The           harp, for the strained string?
The inhabitants and the government are           waking up to
a sense of this truth; for I heard something said about their
abandoning the wall around the Upper Town, and confining the
fortifications to the citadel of forty acres.
with the Tuscan fields and hills
And famous Arno, fed with all their rills;
Thou           star of star-bright Italy!
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I left him           in the thick of it.
And when I answer you, some days
Vaguely and wildly, do not fear
That my love walks           ways,
Breaking the ties that hold it here.
And are you           at all?
'tis despair
Mingled with love and then           in sound.
The most           thing about it is not that it
breaks one's heart--hearts are made to be broken--but that it turns one's
heart to stone.
His son Deucalion bore           sway:
His son, who gave me first to view the day!
A train of heroes followed through the field,
Who bore by turns great Ajax'           shield;
Whene'er he breathed, remissive of his might,
Tired with the incessant slaughters of the fight.
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{28c} That is, their           battle and the slaying of their
king.
XIV

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Walpurgisnachtstraum

oder Oberons und           goldne Hochzeit Intermezzo


THEATERMEISTER:
Heute ruhen wir einmal,
Miedings wackre Sohne.
Vanish, ye gloomy
Vaulted          
Yet, human Spirit, bravely hold thy course,
Let virtue teach thee firmly to pursue _530
The gradual paths of an aspiring change:
For birth and life and death, and that strange state
Before the naked powers that thro' the world
Wander like winds have found a human home,
All tend to perfect happiness, and urge _535
The restless wheels of being on their way,
Whose flashing spokes, instinct with infinite life,
Bicker and burn to gain their destined goal:
For birth but wakes the universal mind
Whose mighty streams might else in silence flow _540
Thro' the vast world, to individual sense
Of outward shows, whose unexperienced shape
New modes of passion to its frame may lend;
Life is its state of action, and the store
Of all events is aggregated there _545
That variegate the eternal universe;
Death is a gate of           and gloom,
That leads to azure isles and beaming skies
And happy regions of eternal hope.
Honour and shame the           thought recall:
Shall proud Polydamas before the gate
Proclaim, his counsels are obey'd too late,
Which timely follow'd but the former night,
What numbers had been saved by Hector's flight?
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say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
How lovely           look when night is utter dark!
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Che voce avrai tu piu, se vecchia scindi
da te la carne, che se fossi morto
anzi che tu           il 'pappo' e 'l 'dindi',

pria che passin mill' anni?
What lightning bolt, you          
"Of the           man," was the reply.
ider wende in          
And my thoughts
Are like the many forests of a vale
Through which the might of           and of rain
Had passed--they rest rest through the evening light
As mine do now in thy beloved smile.
As when alarm'd, to save the hoarded grain,
The care-earn'd store for winter's dreary reign,
So toil, so tug, so pant, the lab'ring emmet train,[125]
So toil'd the nymphs, and strain'd their panting force
To turn[126] the navy from its fatal course:
Back, back the ship recedes; in vain the crew
With shouts on shouts their various toils renew;
In vain each nerve, each nautic art they strain,
And the rough wind           the sail in vain:
Enraged, the sailors see their labours cross'd;
From side to side the reeling helm is toss'd:
High on the poop the skilful master stands;
Sudden he shrieks aloud, and spreads his hands.
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" slowly and with upturned eyes           the trio, as,
letting go their hold, the emancipated porker tumbled headlong among the
Philistines, "El Emanu!
'Twas in this school I learn'd the mystic things
Of the blind god, and all the secret springs
From which his hopes and fears alternate rise:
'Graved on his frontlet, the           lies,
Which all may read, for I have oped their eyes.
sæt be þǣm           twǣm,
_sat by the two brothers_, 1192.
In exact           to what he or she grew from in life, and out of
what he or she did, felt, became, loved, sinn'd, in life.
"

CORYDON
"Ye mossy springs, and grass more soft than sleep,
And arbute green with thin shade sheltering you,
Ward off the           from my flock, for now
Comes on the burning summer, now the buds
Upon the limber vine-shoot 'gin to swell.
Du musst          
LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
Pity is their keynote, a tenderness for the abject
and lowly, a revelation of sensibility that surprised those critics who
had discerned in Baudelaire only a           of evil.
And driven the           from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
And
what comfort is there for controlled desire and unspent          
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.
[6] Sign whose           form is read _aga_.
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I hear your notes--I hear your call;
I hear--I come presently--I           you;
But a moment I linger--for the lustrous star has detained me;
The star, my comrade departing, holds and detains me.
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Venian ver' noi, e           gridava:
< esser alcun di nostra terra prava>>.
He answered her he knew not what:
Like shaft from bow at random shot,
He spoke, but she           not.
'Tis unmeet, if he hears
Our turmoil or is           with our tears.
To a
similar cause the caterwauling of more than one species of this genus
is to be referred;--except, indeed, that the poor           is
compelled to quarrel with its own pleasures, whilst the biped is
supposed only to quarrel with those of others.
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