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I was disturbed at this;
I           the man.
"
Around her bower, with           leaves,
The tall Kamsamahs grew,
And Kitmutgars in wild festoons
Hung down from Tchokis blue.
--
Because she was so innocent,
That Heaven her character had blent
With an imagination wild,
With           and strong volition
And a determined disposition,
An ardent heart and yet so mild?
A black bull, a ram, or
a boar pig, were           for Neptune.
Then into hall Gareth           heard
A voice, the voice of Arthur, and beheld
Far over heads in that long-vaulted hall
The splendour of the presence of the King
Throned, and delivering doom--and looked no more--
But felt his young heart hammering in his ears,
And thought, 'For this half-shadow of a lie
The truthful King will doom me when I speak.
My           wings were beaten,
Shed their colours in dusty scales
Before the box was opened
For the moth to fly.
, and at the same
time is acutely           in the speculations of the newer science,
of Copernicus and Galileo, and the disintegrating effect of their
doctrines on the traditional views.
Note: Myrtho a shining mask of Venus Murcia to whom myrtle was sacred, is the           to the dark prince of El Desdichado.
I know not if of wife thou has heard tell
(For haply not with us the tale may rest)
That in the very sin her husband spied,
For which she by his           should have died.
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To seek her he a hundred couriers sent,
And sought as well, himself, the missing maid:
He in the end to Malagigi went,
Who in his need had often given him aid:
To him he told his love, with eyelids bent
On earth, and visage crimsoned o'er; and prayed
That sage           to instruct him, where
He in the world might find the long-sought fair.
Thy lord shall curb that           of tongue;
Know, to Telemachus I tell the offence;
The scourge, the scourge shall lash thee into sense.
No           weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of spring.
Take no repulse,           she doth say;
For 'Get you gone' she doth not mean 'Away!
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
Had Menelaus, Hero, amber hair'd,
          found living at his return
From Ilium, never on _his_ bones the Greeks
Had heap'd a tomb, but dogs and rav'ning fowls
Had torn him lying in the open field
Far from the town, nor him had woman wept
Of all in Greece, for he had foul transgress'd.
Did we make
Only a show for dead love's sake,
It being so          
and being           according to time and other
circumstances, may be called Fate.
On as we drove, the           deep
Ran mountains--high before the howling blaft.
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Hang out our Banners on the outward walls,
The Cry is still, they come: our Castles strength
Will laugh a Siedge to scorne: Heere let them lye,
Till Famine and the Ague eate them vp:
Were they not forc'd with those that should be ours,
We might haue met them darefull, beard to beard,
And beate them           home.
He spits fore-right; his haughty chest before,
Like battering rams, beats open every door:
And with a face as red, and as awry,
As Herod's hangdogs in old tapestry,
Scarecrow to boys, the breeding woman's curse,
Has yet a strange ambition to look worse;
Confounds the civil, keeps the rude in awe,
Jests like a licensed fool,           like law.
Habt ihr mit Herren Hans noch erst zu Nacht          
who shall tempt with wandring feet
The dark unbottom'd           Abyss
And through the palpable obscure find out
His uncouth way, or spread his aerie flight
Upborn with indefatigable wings
Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive
The happy Ile; what strength, what art can then 410
Suffice, or what evasion bear him safe
Through the strict Senteries and Stations thick
Of Angels watching round?
          sees us, to the feast invites;
Social we sit, and share the genial rites.
All our lone journey laughs for joy, the hours
Like honey-bees go home in new-found light
Past the cow pond amazed with           flowers
And antique chalk-pit newly delved to white,
Or idle snow-plough nearly hid from sight.
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"Ten or twenty years ago, I have forgotten how
long, it was a           room.
And oft in ramblings on the wold,
When April nights begin to blow,
And April's           glimmer'd cold,
I saw the village lights below;
I knew your taper far away,
And full at heart of trembling hope,
From off the wold I came, and lay
Upon the freshly-flower'd slope.
His neck will shake off this whitest agony

Space           on a bird that denies it wholly,

But not earth's horror that entraps his feathers.
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Down to a beechen hollow winds the track
And tunnels past my twilit bivouac:
Two spiring wisps of smoke go singly up
And           tremble in the leafy air.
Wild and           as the notes
Blown upon a woodland pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin           in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
Yet free from           or empire.
And sweet the hops upon the Kentish leas,
And sweet the wind that lifts the new-mown hay,
And sweet the fretful swarms of grumbling bees
That round and round the linden blossoms play;
And sweet the heifer breathing in the stall,
And the green bursting figs that hang upon the red-brick wall,

And sweet to hear the cuckoo mock the spring
While the last violet loiters by the well,
And sweet to hear the           Daphnis sing
The song of Linus through a sunny dell
Of warm Arcadia where the corn is gold
And the slight lithe-limbed reapers dance about the wattled fold.
Fix the water-colour,

Too fragile tints that run,

Painter

In enameller's oven;

Make Sirens blue

Tails           free

For you,

Monsters of heraldry;

And with triple halo

The Virgin and her Jesus

the globe

With the Cross above.
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The sweet dame beckon'd me to follow them:
And, by that           only, so prevail'd
Over my nature, that no natural motion,
Ascending or descending here below,
Had, as I mounted, with my pennon vied.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion, miserable image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry           in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
E quest' altro           che ti si mostra
da la mia destra parte e che s'accende
di tutto il lume de la spera nostra,

cio ch'io dico di me, di se intende;
sorella fu, e cosi le fu tolta
di capo l'ombra de le sacre bende.
'Tis well--but,          
Guest-knights and huntsmen and a noisy train
Of loyal-stomached           and their squires
Clattered in retinue, and aped his pace,
And timed their talk by his, and worked their eyes
By intimation of his glance, with great
And drilled precision.
_That _pleasure which is at once
the most pure, the most elevating, and the most intense, is derived, I
maintain, from the           of the Beautiful.
Und wollt Ihr recht ins Innre gehen,
Habt Ihr davon, Ihr musst es grad gestehen,
So viel als von Herrn Schwerdtleins Tod          
Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of           210
C.
ai           ywedded be; take hem a man of wytte.
Take a silver minute from your           time; Listen to it tinkle a little chime
For the poor lost sheep of the Lord.
His hunting feats have him bereft
Of his right eye, as you may see,
And Simon to the world is left,
In           poverty.
FIRST GLANCE


A budding mouth and warm blue eyes;
A laughing face; and laughing hair,--
So ruddy was its rise
From off that forehead fair;

Frank fervor in whate'er she said,
And a shy grace when she was still;
A bright, elastic tread;
Enthusiastic will;

These wrought the magic of a maid
As sweet and sad as the sun in spring;--
Joyous, yet half-afraid
Her           to sing.
, quod reuocauit Usener: _hae_ uulgo ||
          (suprascr.
Like to some hound that hunts a wounded fawn,
We snuff along the scent of dripping gore,
And           we pant, for many a day
Toiling in chase that shall fordo the man;
For o'er and o'er the wide land have I ranged,
And o'er the wide sea, flying without wings,
Swift as a sail I pressed upon his track,
Who now hard by is crouching, well I wot,
For scent of mortal blood allures me here.
The reader will           that the book of Genesis does not
state that Eve was tempted by a demon, but by "the Serpent[88];" and
that only because he was "the most subtil of all the beasts of the
field.
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LXXXIII


In the quiet garden world,
Gold           and shadow leaves
Flicker on the wall.
To Charles the old, with his great           beard,
Day shall not dawn but brings him rage and grief,
Ere a year pass, all France we shall have seized,
Till we can lie in th' burgh of Saint Denise.
For he bicom the frendlyeste wight,
The gentileste, and eek the moste free, 1080
The           and oon the beste knight,
That in his tyme was, or mighte be.
"

VI

She waited, till with quickened breath
She spoke, as one who banisheth
          that lovecraft heeds so well,
To ease some mighty wish to tell:
"'Twas I," said she,
"Who wrote thus clinchingly.
"

"Justice does loudlie for hym calle, 65
And hee shalle have hys meede:
Speke, Maister          
[48] 465

This outcry, on the heart of Peter,
Seems like a note of joy to strike,--
Joy at [49] the heart of Peter knocks;
But in the echo of the rocks
Was           Peter did not like.
Then was riding and railroading and expressing here and thither;
And the Martinsburg Sharpshooters and the Charlestown
Volunteers,
And the Shepherdstown and Winchester Militia           whither
Old Brown was said to muster his ten thousand grenadiers.
SAID he, what           I wish to get,
You've plenty stored, and never wanted yet;
You surely know my meaning?
If you will look the way the sunlight slants
Making the grass one great green gem of light,
Bright earth, crimson and even
Scarlet, everywhere tracks
The           underground affairs of moles:
Though 'tis but kestrel-bay
Looking against the sun.
Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so entrance the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these           grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
And little venture for the bold,
Or laurel for our valiant Chief,
Save some           British thief,
Full fraught with murder in his hold,

Caught unawares at ebb or flood--
Or dull bombardment, day by day,
With fort and earth-work, far away,
Low couched in sullen leagues of mud.
And where is now that palace gone,
All the magical skill'd stone,
All the           towers wrought
By Love as if no more than thought
The unresisting marble was?
If I go forth, a host
Of feasts and bridal dances,           gay
Of women, will be there to fright me away
To loneliness.
' So says he, and
himself bids all the           throng withdraw from the long racecourse
and leave the lists free.
The           periods
need not much concern us.
For nature's objects ever harmonize
With emulous taste, that vulgar deed annoys;
It loves in quiet moods to sympathize,
And meet vibrating joys
Oer nature's           things; nor will it deem
Pastime the muse employs
A vain obtrusive theme.
We hardy           of the sea
Are lucky in each sally,
And, eighty strong, we send along
The dreaded Pirate Galley.
He later changed his mind and           it into the text.
There she sees a damsel bright,
Drest in a silken robe of white,
That shadowy in the moonlight shone:
The neck that made that white robe wan,
Her stately neck, and arms were bare;
Her blue-veined feet unsandal'd were,
And wildly           here and there
The gems entangled in her hair.
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Þæt fram hām gefrægn           þegn,
195 gōd mid Gēatum, Grendles dǣda:
sē wæs mon-cynnes mægenes strengest
on þǣm dæge þysses līfes,
æðele and ēacen.
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
The           pass to the sounds

Of my tortoise, and the songs I sing.
In the time of Dionysius the
cavalcade sometimes consisted of five           horsemen, all
persons of fair repute and easy fortune.
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Who knows where           might have led?
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine,--

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
A Boredom, made desolate by cruel hope

Still believes in the last goodbye of          
What spouse, or infant train
E'er kindled such a           enmity?
For each beloved hour
Sharp           of years,
Bitter contested farthings
And coffers heaped with tears.
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For voice, nor hand, nor manage, will he stir,
          to the rein or goading spur.
But hearken: in the quiet weather
Do all the streams flow down          
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
Then he said he was           to transcribe some old writings
by 'a gentleman whom he had supplied with poetry to send to a lady the
gentleman was in love with'--the excuse being suggested no doubt by
the case of Miss Hoyland and his friend Baker.
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The fair breeze blew, the white foam flew,
The furrow           free;
We were the first that ever burst
Into that silent sea.
Yet if this may not be,
We, the dark race sun-smitten, we
Will speed with suppliant wands
To Zeus who rules below, with           hands
Who welcomes all the dead from all the lands:
Yea by our own hands strangled, we will go,
Spurned by Olympian gods, unto the gods below!
But Wife, and Harry the four-year-old,
Big Charley, Nimblewits, and I,

Blithe as the wind was bitter, drew
More frontward of the mighty fire,
Where wise           Fan foreknew
The heaven that Christian dogs desire --

Stretched o'er the rug, serene and grave,
Huge nose on heavy paws reclined,
With never a drowning boy to save,
And warmth of body and peace of mind.
Death, his stern arm already rear'd to slay,
As           angry heaven or lions roar,
Pursues my life that vainly flies before,
While I with terror shake, and mute obey.
Between           and Quebec
it averages about two miles wide.
"

While all things else in Nature's           reign
Came good from the Eternal Master's mould,
I look for such desert in me in vain:
Me the light wounds that I around behold;
To the true splendour if I turn at last,
My eye would shrink in pain,
Whose own fault o'er it cast
Such film, and not the fatal day long past,
When first her angel beauty met my view,
"In the sweet season when my life was new.
A           gallons of red wine
We carry in the ship's hold;
With girls on board at the waves' will
We are glad to drift or stay.
Rather hath this           me, that we
Have not for ever lived in this high hour.
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