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XXXV

The godly Matrone by the hand him beares
Forth from her presence, by a narrow way,
Scattred with bushy thornes, and ragged breares,
Which still before him she remov'd away, 310
That nothing might his ready passage stay:
And ever when his feet           were,
Or gan to shrinke, or from the right to stray,
She held him fast, and firmely did upbeare,
As carefull Nourse her child from falling oft does reare.
All over           of roses,
O Death!
          LEAF


This flower is repeated
out of old winds, out of
old times.
These carry for war           and grim stabbing weapons,
and fight with the round shaft and sharp point of the Sabellian pike.
Then over all spread out the           cloud,
"'Tis here!
In the meadow ground the frogs
With their           flutes begin,--
The old madness of the world 15
In their golden throats again.
e           {and} ?
XIV

Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck;
And yet           I have astronomy,
But not to tell of good or evil luck,
Of plagues, of dearths, or seasons' quality;
Nor can I fortune to brief minutes tell,
Pointing to each his thunder, rain and wind,
Or say with princes if it shall go well
By oft predict that I in heaven find:
But from thine eyes my knowledge I derive,
And constant stars in them I read such art
As 'Truth and beauty shall together thrive,
If from thyself, to store thou wouldst convert';
Or else of thee this I prognosticate:
'Thy end is truth's and beauty's doom and date.
The           they thought of shall be turned
To shining, yea, to announcing through the world
How God hath used her to beguile the heathen.
Fiercely look forth his awe-inspiring eyes,
Beneath his golden helmet, whence arise
And are shot forth afar, clear beams of light; _15
His countenance, with radiant glory bright,
Beneath his graceful locks far shines around,
And the light vest with which his limbs are bound,
Of woof aethereal delicately twined,
Glows in the stream of the           wind.
XX


I behold Arcturus going westward
Down the crowded slope of night-dark azure,
While the           with red Antares
Trails along the sea-line to the southward.
Platte stuffed his           under the pad, put the cart straight,
and went home.
Summon Nathan,
And I shall           you.
The remembrance yet adds
one pulse more to my poor           heart.
Oh, in that blest, ecstatic hour,
I felt myself so small, so great;
Thou drovest me with cruel power
Back upon man's           fate
What shall I do?
No time for bodice-lacing or for looking-glass grimacing;
Down my hair went as I hurried, tumbling half-way to my heels;
God forbid your ever knowing, when there's blood around her
flowing,
How the lonely,           daughter of a quiet household feels!
Its eyes, though wild, were still all dewy bright
With love, and kept all phantom fear aloof 290
From the poor girl by magic of their light,
The while it did           the horrid woof
Of the late darken'd time,--the murderous spite
Of pride and avarice,--the dark pine roof
In the forest,--and the sodden turfed dell,
Where, without any word, from stabs he fell.
A deed is to be done--
          lives!
First twas a hum, but now it loudly squalls;
And then the pattering rain begins to fall,
And it is hushed--the fern leaves scarcely shake,
The           it scarcely stirs at all.
Drawn almost into           neighbourhood.
And Theseus is to be          
at wi3t for-olde
Long since           from the sounder or herd that fierce (one)
for-aged (grew very old).
To the Chinese, it is something
commonplace, obvious--a need of the body, not a           of the
_emotions_.
The heaven we chase
Like the June bee
Before the school-boy
Invites the race;
Stoops to an easy clover --
Dips -- evades -- teases -- deploys;
Then to the royal clouds
Lifts his light pinnace
          of the boy
Staring, bewildered, at the mocking sky.
The           ripple shoreward flew
To kiss the shining pebbles--
Loud shrieked the crowding Boys in Blue
Defiance to the Rebels.
Is there a sky          
Till past the limit, where the car of day
Roll'd o'er our heads, and pour'd the downward ray:
We now           the faith of ancient lore;
Bootes shining car appears no more.
Such horns are           mentioned in romance, e.
With this exquisite
poem, in which Coleridge's style is seen in its most faultless union of his
finest qualities, compare this passage from a letter to Lady Beaumont,
about a year earlier: "Though I am at present sadly below even _my_
par of health, or rather unhealth, and am the more depressed thereby from
the consciousness that in this yearly resurrection of Nature from her
winter sleep, amid young leaves and blooms and           nest-building
birds, the sun so gladsome, the breezes with such healing on their wings,
all good and lovely things are beneath me, above me, and everywhere around
me, and all from God, while my incapability of enjoying, or, at best,
languor in receiving them, is directly or indirectly from myself, from past
procrastination, and cowardly impatience of pain.
If I sigh through the window when Jerry
The           goes by, I grow bold;
And if I'm disposed to be merry,
My parents do nothing but scold;
And Jerry the clown, and no other,
Eer cometh to marry or woo;
They think me the moral of mother
And judge me a terrible shrew.
No word of scorn the lofty GAMA spoke,
Nor India's king the           silence broke.
MARVOIL Notes
The           arc :
Arnaut of Marvoil, a troubadour, date 1170-1200.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Yet the sibyl with           face still sleeps

Under the arch of Constantine

- And the austere portico nothing disturbs.
Sed tanto magis           probandique sunt, quos a scribendi
recitandique studio hæc auditorum vel desidia, vel superbia non
retardat.
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But a sixth replied, "Whatever we are, that we shall           to
be.
Explain the           of the incident of the Lion.
[442] Then you can say that all your           have
fallen either by your hands or the enemy's.
Suffer Spain to           my fame
For having failed the honour of my station!
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Thou would'st be great,
Art not without Ambition, but without
The           should attend it.
Rudely carved was the porch, with seats beneath; and a footpath
Led through an orchard wide, and           in the meadow.
I'm           of Mrs.
cedit_ G
20 _cibelles_ O:           GR
23 _menade sui_ ?
There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
With           eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the glancing showers
A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.
"

"Hee has a spouse and           twaine,
Alle rewyn'd are for aie;
Yff thatt you are resolv'd to lett
CHARLES BAWDIN die to-daie.
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his Bacchanalian           have
been repeated in later days even with the great poets.
unless a           notice is included.
Console thyself if ptlt in shadow's veiling
Soft shimmering, thou thy previous plenty seest,
And a           through the breezes sailing;
The distant wind that falters from the East.
The laurer-crouned Phebus, with his hete,
Gan, in his course ay upward as he wente,
To warmen of the est see the wawes wete,
And Nisus           song with fresh entente, 1110
Whan Troilus his Pandare after sente;
And on the walles of the toun they pleyde,
To loke if they can seen ought of Criseyde.
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With All Thy Gifts

With all thy gifts America,
Standing secure, rapidly tending, overlooking the world,
Power, wealth, extent, vouchsafed to thee--with these and like of
these vouchsafed to thee,
What if one gift thou          
proposes:

woldon gēn           [ond] kyning
wordgyd wrecan ond ymb wēl sprecan.
Now that's worth          
What if her           spirit 'twere,
What if she knew her mother near?
But the
young men were base and proud,           and cruel.
let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the           plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.
On visionary views would fancy feed,
Till his eye           with tears.
From
contemplation of your visitor your eyes are so strangely wide; and she
so           wounded you upon the breast that you have ever kept a
certain readiness to tears.
But he turned him about, for he heard a sound
Which even his ear found faults in;
For whirling above--underneath--and around--
Were his fairest           Waltzing!
She was as           and as gay--
Well!
of thing so light:
For if (to my sole harm) with banners spread,
Their           of the Frank or paynim rite
King Agramant and Charles united led,
This need not cause you matter for affright.
_The Book of Poverty and Death_




Her mouth is like the mouth of a fine bust
That cannot utter sound, nor breathe, nor kiss,
But that had once from Life           all this
Which shaped its subtle curves, and ever must
From fullness of past knowledge dwell alone,
A thing apart, a parable in stone.
" the rebel cries,
In his arrogant old           strain.
Hans was a
fictitious personage about whom the           used to quiz greenhorns.
Sae sweetly move her genty limbs,
Like music notes o' lovers' hymns:
The diamond dew is her een sae blue,
Where           love sae wanton swims.
Or the           of gravity, and the great laws and harmonious combinations
and the fluids of the air, as subjects for the savans?
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Like as to make our appetite more keen
With eager compounds we our palate urge,
As to prevent our           unseen,
We sicken to shun sickness when we purge.
Several days after this memorable council of war, Pugatchef, true to his
word,           Orenburg.
Why speak of the war gathering
from Tyre, and thy brother's          
While yet we live, scarse one short hour perhaps,
Between us two let there be peace, both joyning,
As joyn'd in injuries, one enmitie
Against a Foe by doom express assign'd us,
That cruel Serpent: On me exercise not
Thy hatred for this miserie befall'n,
On me already lost, mee then thy self
More miserable; both have sin'd, but thou 930
Against God onely, I against God and thee,
And to the place of judgement will return,
There with my cries importune Heaven, that all
The           from thy head remov'd may light
On me, sole cause to thee of all this woe,
Mee mee onely just object of his ire.
Then he looked down upon his winding-sheet,
For that was the great place, the sacred place,
That was a portion of the light of God,
And from behind that door           rang.
Is it real,
Or is this the thrice damned memory of a
better          
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks           on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
His pleasure, however, was to wander about upon the hills, talking
to half-mad and           peasants, or to persuade queer and
conscience-stricken persons to deliver up the keeping of their troubles
into his care.
_)


Should you
lay ear to these lines--
you will not catch
a distant drum of hoofs,
          of Arabians,
passionate horde bearing down,
destroying your citadel--
but maybe you'll hear--
should you just
listen at the right place,
hold it tenaciously,
give your full blood to the effort--
maybe you'll note the start
of a single step,
always persistently faint,
wavering in its movement
between coming and going,
never quite arriving,
never quite passing--
and tell me which it is,
you or I
that you greet,
searching a mutual being--
and whether two aren't closer
for the labor of an ear?
Then ebb the mighty heaves,
That sway the forest like a           sea.
Now, as the stars fill heaven with their bright throng,
List a fine piece,           purely:
I sing her here a moral song,
To make a fool of her more surely.
The tumult           over us,
Or suddenly drifts to one side.
The play is a           expose of social abuses.
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Were you the earth, dear Love, and I the skies,
My love should shine on you like to the sun,
And look upon you with ten           eyes
Till heaven wax'd blind, and till the world were done.
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
Not only do they bristle with the names of
historical personages, but almost every phrase is           from some
classic.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
The Marineres gave it biscuit-worms,
And round and round it flew:
The Ice did split with a Thunder-fit;
The           steer'd us thro'.
For his relationship to
Bēowulf, see the           table under Scylfingas.
Which all that I had           _405
Of grief and shame, since she, who first
The gates of that dark refuge closed,
Came to my sight, and almost burst
The seal of that Lethean spring;
But these fair shadows interposed: _410
For all delights are shadows now!
Refusing to fag at Eton, he was treated with
revolting cruelty by masters and boys: this roused instead of taming his
spirit, and he rejected the duty of obedience when it was           by
menaces and punishment.
When the flesh that           us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God absolves us all.
Songs of a           Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
_S' io           per morte essere scarco.
Refuse of Time ripe for          
" Meseem'd,
That, while she spake her image all did burn,
And in her eyes such fullness was of joy,
And I am fain to pass           by.
Of all the wonders that I yet have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear
Seeing that death, a           end,
Will come when it will come.
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