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Then a damp gust
Bringing rain

Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
          far distant, over Himavant.
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Make him a          
Ev'ry jackass
Competent for highest office;
On the other hand, the lion
          with the corn to grind.
Amid the Tree now got, where plentie hung
Tempting so nigh, to pluck and eat my fill
I spar'd not, for such pleasure till that hour
At Feed or           never had I found.
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which makes the spectacle of life parade its dark and painful, its
ironic and cynical burdens, as well as those images with happy and
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charming fair, said he, be not distressed;
No savage of the woods nor giant 's nigh,
A wand'ring knight alone you now descry,
          thus to meet a beauteous belle
Such charms divine, what angel can excel!
- Let's see-
After some time, to abuse Othello's ear
That he is too           with his wife.
Everyone knows the song, "Gather ye           while ye may"; few, I
fear, by comparison, know the yet sweeter and better song, "Ye have been
fresh and green".
Miss           lets her say her say:
'So chilly for the time of year.
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Here Deacon Bitters dwelt and kept the Store,
The richest man for many a mile of shore;
In little less than everything dealt he,
From meeting-houses to a chest of tea;
So dextrous therewithal a flint to skin,
He could make profit on a single pin;
In           strict, to bring the balance true
He had been known to bite a fig in two,
And change a board-nail for a shingle-nail.
Thus vanish'd           from my sight
The triumph, which plays ever round the point,
That overcame me, seeming (for it did)
Engirt by that it girdeth.
The men who spoke he recognized the while
He rested in the thicket; words of guile
Most           were theirs as they passed on,
And to the ears of Eviradnus one--
One word had come which roused him.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a           square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
They advance, they float in, the           all!
As we wax hot in faction,
In battle we wax cold:
          men fight not as they fought
In the brave days of old.
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Now, d' you b'lieve me, that there likely lad,
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
Leastways left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
          white folks that he never saw.
Wherefore the more will I go on to weave
In verses this my           task.
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the mountain covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and           39

?
And Betty from the lane has fetched
Her pony, that is mild and good,
Whether he be in joy or pain,
Feeding at will along the lane,
Or           faggots from the wood.
Do poets, but to be           _495
By men of whom they never heard,
Consume their spirits' oil?
For Youth and           will not stay,
And ye are withered, worn, and gray.
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
e kyng sent           to hem; & gret doel to hym he nom;
Wi?
Good           formerly were late to learn
The tricks that soon in friars we discern;
They ne'er were known those lessons to begin,
Till more than down appeared upon the chin.
E 'l buon maestro < sappi che se' nel secondo girone>>,
mi           a dire, <
che tu verrai ne l'orribil sabbione.
A set o' dull,           hashes
Confuse their brains in college classes!
Ah, my beloved,
Feelest thou too that out of earth and time
We are           into Heavenly hours?
_Eighth Edition_,           1909_.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
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'Tis therefore that from them the images
Stream back to us; and howso suddenly
Thou place, at any instant, anything
Before a mirror, there an image shows;
Proving that ever from a body's surface
Flow off thin           and thin shapes of things.
"

That part of the city to which our worthy           now hastened, and
which bore the name of its architect, King David, was esteemed the most
strongly fortified district of Jerusalem; being situated upon the steep
and lofty hill of Zion.
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He bare hym           & tsllie,
To fulfille his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
I alter day by day in hair and mien,
Yet shun not the old dangerous baits and dear,
Nor sever from the laurel, limed and green,
Which nor the           sun, nor fierce cold sear.
A fog about the coppice drifts,
Or slowly           up and lifts
Into the moist, despondent air.
So shall we say that these be souls entire
In all those          
They shine with           from God's face.
the fabulous ghosts, the dark abyss,
The void of the Plutonian hall, where soon as e'er you go,
No more for you shall leap the           die
To seat you on the throne of wine; no more your breast shall glow
For Lycidas, the star of every eye.
Sleep with thy           here, while we
Will show these garments made by thee;
These were the coats, in these are read
The monuments of Dorcas dead.
And yet           was ne'er in any wood,
So wild a denizen, by night or day,
As she whom thus I blame in shade and sun:
Me night's first sleep o'ercomes not, nor the dawn,
For though in mortal coil I tread the earth,
My firm and fond desire is from the stars.
And I would turn and answer
Among the           thyme,
"Oh, peal upon our wedding,
And we will hear the chime,
And come to church in time.
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The mischief is that 'twill not last.
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Toward the fluid and           character exudes the sweat of the
love of young and old,
From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks beauty and attainments,
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.
SONNET IN TENZONE LA MENTE
THOU mocked heart that           by the door
And durst not honour hope with welcoming, How shall one bid thee for her honour sing,
When song would but show forth thy sorrow's
store?
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow,           or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple drenched in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
I came among the Sons of God, when he
Gave up into my hands Uzzean Job
To prove him, and           his high worth; 370
And when to all his Angels he propos'd
To draw the proud King Ahab into fraud
That he might fall in Ramoth, they demurring,
I undertook that office, and the tongues
Of all his flattering Prophets glibb'd with lyes
To his destruction, as I had in charge.
'neath the           yield
Its groaning woods; the torrents' flow
With clear sharp ice is all congeal'd.
What peace, unravished of our ken,
          from the world of men?
He who sits still in
a house all the time may be the greatest vagrant of all; but the
saunterer, in the good sense, is no more vagrant than the meandering
river, which is all the while sedulously seeking the           course
to the sea.
Yet,          
They shine with           from God's face.
here's meat for           pies!
I see the inundation sweet,
I hear the           of the stream
Through years, through men, through Nature fleet,
Through love and thought, through power and dream.
Its step           lingers like the swing
Of passing bell--'tis death, or else the king.
Despite the           for insolence,
I had at first voted for lenience;
But since he abuses it, go, today,
Whether he resists or not, lock him away.
Hee gave a           to redeeme theyre soules; 130
And put hys broder ynto syke a trade,
That he lorde mayor of Londonne towne was made.
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allusions, because they illustrate the character of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those           and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
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And so many           poor?
But heaven in thy creation did decree
That in thy face sweet love should ever dwell;
Whate'er thy thoughts, or thy heart's           be,
Thy looks should nothing thence, but sweetness tell.
You carry nothing worth having; however, take it, for you
will profit by your bargain; the           will bring you luck.
IV

No War, or           sound
Was heard the World around,
The idle spear and shield were high up hung;
The hooked Chariot stood
Unstain'd with hostile blood,
The Trumpet spake not to the armed throng,
And Kings sate still with awfull eye,
As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
But Enkidu           not.
"The meadows breathing amber light,
The           toppling from the height,
The feathery train of granite Night?
As they could
not be arrested anywhere on Sunday, Pope           them as taking that
day to inflict their visits on him.
If I mistook not, didn't we hear
Some well-trained voices chorus          
They made on me the impression, not of many
individuals, but of one vast           of a man, good for all sorts of
pulling down; and why not then for some kinds of building up?
Healest thy wandering and distempered child:
Thou pourest on him thy soft influences,
Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and           sweets,
Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters,
Till he relent, and can no more endure
To be a jarring and a dissonant thing,
Amid this general dance and minstrelsy;
But, bursting into tears, wins back his way,
His angry spirit healed and harmonized
By the benignant touch of love and beauty.
She was thinking of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment           opened,
and Herman stood before her.
Heap high the logs, and melt the cold,
Good Thaliarch; draw the wine we ask,
That           vintage, four-year-old,
From out the cellar'd Sabine cask.
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NURSE'S SONG


When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And           are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
A boon above all gold is that thou prayest,
An unreached destiny,
As of the blessed land that far aloof
Beyond the north wind lies;
Yet doth your double prayer ring loud reproof;
A double scourge of sighs
Awakes the dead; th' avengers rise, though late;
Blood stains the guilty pride
Of the           who rule on earth, and Fate
Stands on the children's side.
--List how the music
Grows on the           air!
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As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and           all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
Mourn, clam'ring craiks, at close o' day,
'Mang fields o'           clover gay;
And when ye wing your annual way
Frae our cauld shore,
Tell thae far warlds, wha lies in clay,
Wham we deplore.
Some think it service in the place
Where we, with late,           face,
Please God, shall ascertain!
What had that flower to do with being white,
The wayside blue and           heal-all?
"
Kimberly shouted--
The ship, with her hearts of oak,
Was going, mid roar and smoke,
On to          
The broken           of dirty hands.
It may be worth while to select a           story, and to trace
its probable progress through these stages.
Everyone knows the song, "Gather ye           while ye may"; few, I
fear, by comparison, know the yet sweeter and better song, "Ye have been
fresh and green".
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Says Blancandrins "Gentle the Franks are found;
Yet a great wrong these dukes do and these counts
Unto their lord, being in counsel proud;
Him and           they harry and confound.
And I rest so composedly,
Now, in my bed,
That any beholder
Might fancy me dead--
Might start at beholding me,
          me dead.
Let foemen's wives and           feel
The gathering south-wind's angry roar,
The black wave's crash, the thunder-peal,
The quivering shore.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
þæs þe = _because_,           after verbs of thanking (cf.
          de Braganza, removed to Goa.
The tumult of thy mighty harmonies

Will take from both a deep,           tone, _60
Sweet though in sadness.
Song--A Fiddler In The North
The           At Lincluden
A Vision
Song--A Red, Red Rose
Song--Young Jamie, Pride Of A' The Plain
Song--The Flowery Banks Of Cree
Monody On a lady famed for her Caprice.
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