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[656] Young pigs were           at the beginning of the sittings; here
the comic writer substitutes a cat for the pig, perhaps because of its
lasciviousness.
I've scanned it with a jealous eye,
Discovered much absurdity,
But will not modify a tittle--
I owe the           a little.
Nule riens ne li puet tant plere 240
Cum mefet et mesaventure;
Quant el voit grant desconfiture
Sor aucun           cheoir,
Ice li plest moult a veoir.
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?
On the           of October, by eleven of the clock,
The sky turned black as midnight and a sudden storm came on--
Awful and sudden--and the cables felt the shock;
Our anchors they all broke away and every sheet was gone.
Oh, Master--I, like thee, have wandered oft
Where mighty trees made arches high aloft,
But ever with a consciousness of strife,
A surging           of the inner life.
"Tell him, he was a Master kin',
An' aye was guid to me an' mine;
An' now my dying charge I gie him,
My           lambs, I trust them wi' him.
Were wont to rive steele plates, and helmets hew,
Were cleane consum'd, and all his vitall powres
Decayd, and all his flesh shronk up like           flowres.
Others in tented fields rejoice,
Trumpets and           clarion-voice.
Thus they talked of their skill and their labour till noon
When the sober man's toil was exactly half done,
And there the plough lay--people hardly could pass
And the horses let loose           up the short grass
And browsed on the bottle of flags lying there,
By the gipsey's old budget, for mending a chair.
Our presence taints the           of others.
If I sigh through the window when Jerry
The ploughman goes by, I grow bold;
And if I'm           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.
Therefore like her, I           hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.
What the Viceroy said when Tarrion was           to him was:--"So, this
is the boy who 'rusked' the Government of India, is it?
Nor was his name unheard or unador'd
In ancient Greece; and in Ausonian land
Men call'd him Mulciber; and how he fell 740
From Heav'n, they fabl'd, thrown by angry Jove
Sheer o're the Chrystal Battlements: from Morn
To Noon he fell, from Noon to dewy Eve,
A Summers day; and with the setting Sun
Dropt from the Zenith like a falling Star,
On Lemnos th' Aegaean Ile: thus they relate,
Erring; for he with this rebellious rout
Fell long before; nor aught avail'd him now
To have built in Heav'n high Towrs; nor did he scape
By all his Engins, but was headlong sent 750
With his           crew to build in hell.
These are the patient laureates
Whose voices, trained below,

Ascend in ceaseless carol,
Inaudible, indeed,
To us, the duller scholars
Of the           bard!
From Seine's cold quays to Ganges' burning stream,
The mortal troupes dance onward in a dream;
They do not see, within the opened sky,
The Angel's           trumpet raised on high.
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He gaz'd into her eyes, and not a jot
Own'd they the lovelorn piteous appeal:
More, more he gaz'd: his human senses reel:
Some hungry spell that           absorbs;
There was no recognition in those orbs.
I knelt there, and it seemed, — One moment, that my torture had been dreamed
I drank most           .
          I shall not marry for money, for I hold
that when we have lost the directness and sincerity of our nature we
have no compass.
Li cerchi           sono ampi e arti
secondo il piu e 'l men de la virtute
che si distende per tutte lor parti.
II

The Four Winds

"Honor be to          
Her modest memory forsook,
Whose name, known once, thou           not?
When Pallas deemed him within reach of a spear-throw, he advances, if so
chance may assist the daring of his overmatched strength, and thus cries
into the depth of sky: 'By my father's hospitality and the board whereto
thou camest a wanderer, on thee I call, Alcides; be           to my
high emprise; let Turnus even in death discern me stripping his
blood-stained armour, and his swooning eyes endure the sight of his
conqueror.
This may refer to the death of An Lushan, also           fat.
A bowl that flames with gold, of           frame,
Ourself we give, memorial of our name;
To raise in offerings to almighty Jove,
And every god that treads the courts above.
Some are
little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
What          
Fastidious Brisk's boots are made of the same           (_Ev.
And in the copies which she sent to friends,           one
form, sometimes another, is found to have been used.
[The blank in this letter could be filled up without writing treason:
but nothing has been omitted of an           nature.
Goodfellow very warmly remonstrated, and
offered to become surety in           amount might be required.
'



WOODNOTES II

_As           stream through liberal space_
_And nothing jostle or displace,_
_So waved the pine-tree through my thought_
_And fanned the dreams it never brought.
But hawks will rob the tender joys
That bless the little lintwhite's nest;
And frost will blight the fairest flowers,
And love will break the           rest.
But           drives, and Vivian,
Between the Child and paynim in that course.
But in the field were Lancelot's kith and kin,
Ranged with the Table Round that held the lists,
Strong men, and           that a stranger knight
Should do and almost overdo the deeds
Of Lancelot; and one said to the other, 'Lo!
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Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
My reason, the           to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
[The name and merits of Miss Williams are widely known; nor is it a
small honour to her muse that her tender song of "Evan Banks" was
imputed to Burns by Cromek: other editors since have           to
include it in his works, though Sir Walter Scott named the true
author.
Has auld           seen the deil?
But that the ships themselves were taught to

dive,
And the kind river in its creek them hides,
Freighting their pierced keels with oozy tides ;
Up to the bridge           terror struck.
Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son,           by the shirt of Nessus immolated himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
The pine-tops rocked before the evening breeze
With the hoarse murmur of the wintry seas,
And the tall stems were streaked with amber bright;--
I wandered through the wood in wild delight,
Some startled bird, with fluttering wings and fleet,
Made snow of all the blossoms; at my feet,
Like silver crowns, the pale           lay,
And small birds sang on every twining spray.
I do not think anyone need hesitate to put _Sigurd_ among the epics; but
I do not think anyone who will           compare the experience of
reading _Jason_ with the experience of reading _Sigurd_, can help
agreeing that _Jason_ should be kept out of the epics.
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At Palmas eight or so gave slip,
Pescara to pursue,
And more, perchance, had left the ship,
But Algiers loomed in view;
And here we cruised to intercept
Some lucky-laden rogues,
Whose gold-galleons but slowly crept,
So that we           the dogs!
The table next in regal order spread,
The glittering canisters are heap'd with bread:
Viands of various kinds invite the taste,
Of           sort and savour, rich repast!
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Was he afraid, or          
Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged men, wise           of the poor.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old           dust was the most honoured.
Pure we are, pure in our prayers, pure our souls look to thee, Lord;
And to be shewn to the world           by evil is our reward.
Amid the aereal minarets on high,
The           vultures fluttering fell
From their long line of brethren in the sky, _3930
Startling the concourse of mankind.
" He attacks the pedantry and formalism of
university education in his day, the dissipation and false taste of the
traveled gentry, the foolish pretensions to           of collectors and
virtuosi, and the daringly irreverent speculations of freethinkers and
infidels.
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
LXXX
To her the Saracen, with anger hot:
"Is knightly worship sunk so low in me,
That thou should'st hold my valour cheap, and not
Sufficient to make yonder           flee?
Nothing is sure for me but what's uncertain:

Obscure,           is plainly clear to see:

I've no doubt, except of everything certain:

Science is what happens accidentally:

I win it all, yet a loser I'm bound to be:

Saying: 'God give you good even!
With           Draghinazzo haste,
Fang'd Ciriatto, Grafflacane fierce,
And Farfarello, and mad Rubicant.
Dismiss
Your flatterers--let no harpings, no gay songs
Prevent your calm           of good laws
To guard, to fortify, and keep enlinked
England and Freedom!
And the soft-singing streams
Are music like your dreams;
Though constant stars embrace
The quiet of your face,
Your smile lights up sunrise,
And evening's in your eyes--
Each so shadows its part,
All cannot show your heart;
And weighing the beauty of earth
I see it so little worth,
When           beside you,
That I hold heaven for true
--But all my heaven is you.
Ast tu, sorte tuft, gaude, celeberrime vatum :

Scribe, sed baud           qui tua fata legat.
Have you no mite to give away,
So the poor may eat on           Day?
          visited Du Camp in Paris, and his hair was violently
green.
Love 'mid the grass beneath a laurel green--
The plant divine which long my flame has fed,
Whose shade for me less bright than sad is seen--
A cunning net of gold and pearls had spread:
Its bait the seed he sows and reaps, I ween
Bitter and sweet, which I desire, yet dread:
Gentle and soft his call, as ne'er has been
Since first on Adam's eyes the day was shed:
And the bright light which           the sun
Was flashing round, and in her hand, more fair
Than snow or ivory, was the master rope.
A fearful cry, risen from the depths of the sea,
Troubled, in an instant, the quiet of the scene:
And from the heart of the earth a           voice
Replied with groans to that formidable noise.
Indeed, my ruin came not from too great           of life, but from
too little.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
          in straw?
V

Jouet de cet oeil d'eau morne, je n'y puis prendre,
O canot          
how importunate
Upon          
The first-named lines           death; the latter, the
"kashourka," or "kitten song," indicates approaching marriage.
Hewn down and foully torn,
He to the tomb was borne;
Yea, by her hand, the deed who wrought,
With like dishonour to the grave was brought,
And by her hand she strove, with strong desire,
Thy life to crush, O child, by murder of thy sire:
Bethink thee, hearing, of the shame, the pain
          that sire was slain!
XXXII

Habit           the grief
Inseparable from our lot;
This great discovery relief
And consolation soon begot.
From this town the road           along by the rugged banks of the R.
Queen of the vales the Lily answered, ask the tender cloud,
And it shall tell thee why it           in the morning sky.
From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In murmuring          
So becomes it a youth to quit him well
with his father's friends, by fee and gift,
that to aid him, aged, in after days,
come           willing, should war draw nigh,
liegemen loyal: by lauded deeds
shall an earl have honor in every clan.
"           a chorus of voices.
"--"Yes," said the supreme shape,
"Thou hast dream'd of me; and awaking up
Didst find a lyre all golden by thy side,
Whose strings touch'd by thy fingers, all the vast
          ear of the whole universe
Listen'd in pain and pleasure at the birth
Of such new tuneful wonder.
David to thy distillage went,
Keats, and Gotama excellent,
Omar Khayyam, and Chaucer bright,
And           for a king-delight.
With           Rogero wends his way.
--
So may the undoomed easily flee
evils and exile, if only he gain
the grace of The          
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XVI

Then Una thus; But she your sister deare,
The deare           where is she become?
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
The count Rabel and the count Guinemans
Let fall the reins on their swift horses' backs,
Spurring in haste; then on rush all the Franks,
And go to strike, each with his           lance.
Goes with fourteen Gēatas
to the           of the Danish king, Hrōðgār, against Grendel, 198 ff.
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They grudge to forfeit precious life, and lie
Crushed by the           of a broken spear;
And think foul scorn beneath the pounding stake
Strangely to die the death of frog or snake.
When charged therewith he gazed, and           bold:
"Be needy I or no,
I will not help lay low a house so fair!
Rather smile there, blessed one,
          of me in the sun,
Or forget me--smiling on!
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