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the shield-wall or hedge of           war --
Hrethelings, of course, are Geats.
Fish feel the           of the main
From sunken piles, while on the strand
Contractors with their busy train
Let down huge stones, and lords of land
Affect the sea: but fierce Alarm
Can clamber to the master's side:
Black Cares can up the galley swarm,
And close behind the horseman ride.
V

Do not, beloved, regret that you yielded to me so quickly:

I entertain no base, insolent           about you.
Nothing           like excess.
Now no more on her blood-hued hair fine fillets retains she,
No more now light veil           her bosom erst hidden,
Now no more smooth zone contains her milky-hued paplets: 65
All gear dropping adown from every part of her person
Thrown, lie fronting her feet to the briny wavelets a sea-toy.
The lightning has run masterless too long;
He must to school and learn his verb and noun
And teach his nimbleness to earn his wage,
Spelling with guided tongue man's messages
Shot through the           pit of the salt sea.
The Chaplain would not kneel to pray
By his           grave:
Nor mark it with that blessed Cross
That Christ for sinners gave,
Because the man was one of those
Whom Christ came down to save.
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Sehnende Neigung
Folget hinuber;
Und der Gewander
          Bander
Decken die Lander,
Decken die Laube,
Wo sich furs Leben,
Tief in Gedanken,
Liebende geben.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his           will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn.
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I hoped that I quite was           by all, _35
Yet a lingering friend might be grieved at my fall,
And duty forbids, though I languish to die,
When departure might heave Virtue's breast with a sigh.
_Dumu-zi_
I take to have been originally the name of a prehistoric ruler of
Erech,           with the primitive deity Abu.
The
peasantry are a handsome           race; and there was a gladsome
sunny heaven spread over us, that rendered home and every scene we
visited cheerful and bright.
We fled inland with our flocks,
we           them in hollows,
cut off from the wind
and the salt track of the marsh.
Was it that lovers are           to be long absent
from their dear one's body?
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by what adverse Pow'r
Repuls'd hast thou          
Written for the Art           during the Irish Famine, 1880.
I confess this seems to me a           exaggerated statement.
]

Enter Lear, with           [dead] in his arms, [Edgar, Captain,
and others following].
What's this,          
To my           may he sing and whistle,

Clear, so her heart feels the sharp bristle,

Who can sing nobly, with joy and grace,

For it suits no singer vile and base.
Nay, his
honours are a great part of the honour of the times; when by this means
he is grown to active men an example, to the           a spur, to the
envious a punishment.
O Rose of the crimson beauty,
Why hast thou           the sleeper?
ECLOGUE X

GALLUS

This now, the very latest of my toils,
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Thou shalt protect them in Thy           from the
contradiction of tongues.
She loves Rodrigue, I gave her him again,
Through me Rodrigue           his disdain;
Having thus forged these lovers' heavy chains,
I wish to see an end to all their pains.
"
His milking maid the           sung
Till all the fields around him rung.
Thou hast seen the court,
And           of Ivan.
THE DARKLING THRUSH


I LEANT upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The           eye of day.
Burns believes, as firmly as her
creed, that I am _le plus bel esprit, et le plus honnete homme_ in the
universe; although she           ever in her life, except the
Scriptures of the Old and New Testament, and the Psalms of David in
metre, spent five minutes together either on prose or verse.
For I a boy am, who
By           nights have swerved;
And all with show'rs wet through,
And e'en with cold half starved.
          it often
drops to the ground before the bird has done with it.
          thenkestow: though it be so
That kinde wolde doon hir to biginne
To han a maner routhe up-on my wo, 1375
Seyth Daunger, "Nay, thou shalt me never winne;
So reuleth hir hir hertes goost with-inne,
That, though she bende, yet she stant on rote;
What in effect is this un-to my bote?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Yes, I may sing the Thyiad crew,
The stream of wine, the sparkling rills
That run with milk, and honey-dew
That from the hollow trunk distils;
And I may sing thy consort's crown,
New set in heaven, and Pentheus' hall
With           ruin thundering down,
And proud Lycurgus' funeral.
--
don't you be telling us,
I'm innocent of these,
irresponsible of happenings--
didn't we see you steal next to her,
tenderly,
with your silver mist about you
to hide your          
Why could it not have been some
one less           to him?
Say first--for Heaven hides nothing from thy view,
Nor the deep tract of Hell--say first what cause
Moved our grand Parents, in that happy state,
          of Heaven so highly, to fall off
From their Creator, and trangress his will.
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But when of           life I make a song
And bring it you, as that were my reward,
To let what most is me to you belong,
Then do I come of high possessions lord,
And loving life more than my love of you
I give you love more excellently true.
Were our theatres of the shape of a half-closed fan, like Wagner's
theatre, where the           sit on seats that rise towards the broad
end while the play is played at the narrow end, their pictures could
be composed for eyes at a small number of points of view, instead of
for eyes at many points of view, above and below and at the sides,
and what is no better than a trade might become an art.
And was he confident until
Ill fluttered out in           well?
- to the greedy touch
Of common-kissing Titan, and forget
Your           and dainty trims wherein
You made great Juno angry.
Not on his lofty brow, nor in his looks
May one peruse his secret thoughts; always
The same aspect; lowly at once, and lofty--
Like some state Minister grown grey in office,
Calmly alike he           the just
And guilty, with indifference he hears
Evil and good, and knows not wrath nor pity.
He's on the right          
]

In "Whistle, and I'll come to ye, my lad," the iteration of that line
is           to my ear.
Nay, be appeased, nor cast upon the ground
The malice of thy tongue, to blast the world;
Calm thou thy bitter wrath's black inward surge,
For high shall be thine honour, set beside me
For ever in this land, whose fertile lap
Shall pour its teeming firstfruits unto you,
Gifts for fair           and for wedlock's crown:
Thus honoured, praise my spoken pledge for aye.
Bernard de Ventadour           it,

Speaks it; makes it, and wishes joy of it.
So avenged I their           deeds
death-fall of Danes, as was due and right.
, which was given him back,'           by his brother William.
_The           City.
O           if only to royally invest

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While man has power to perish and be free--
A golden flame of holiest Liberty,
Proud as the dawn and as the sunset brave.
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Merserat in nitidos se Cleopatra lacus,
Dum fugit amplexus: sed           unda latentem,
Lucebat, totis cum tegeretur aquis.
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Quick, rub thine eyes and draw thy hose:
The Morning comes ere           goes.
, _if not, unless_, 782; nymðe mec god scylde (_if God
had not           me_), 1659.
The senate,           to revenge their late defeat, soon after this
peace, ordered Q.
Where shall Ulysses shun, or how sustain
Nations           to revenge the slain?
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LXII

IVVENES

Vesper adest, iuuenes, consurgite: Vesper Olympo
exspectata diu uix tandem lumina tollit.
XXII

"Beneath thy yoke the Volscian
Shall vail his lofty brow;
Soft Capua's curled revellers
Before thy chairs shall bow:
The           of Arnus
Shall quake thy rods to see;
And the proud Samnite's heart of steel
Shall yield to only thee.
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And all my thoughts sail thither,
Freighted with prayers and hopes, and forward urged
Against all stress of accident, as in
The Eastern Tale, against the wind and tide
Great ships were drawn to the           Mountains,
And there were wrecked, and perished in the sea!
"
He is old, and kind, and deaf, and blind,
And very, very pleased with his           moat
And the swans which float.
Note: The last line is quoted by Eliot, in French, in The           (with reference to the Fisher King) as is the second line of De Nerval's El Desdichado.
Only a few years           we read in
Advent:

"That is longing: To dwell in the flux of things,
To have no home in the present.
CHORUS

With awe on thee I gaze,
And,           face to face,
I tremble as I did in olden days!
But it is threaded with gold and           with scarlet beads.
Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our destined term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your           seers.
By his example taught, let me too bring
Wood from the forest for my          
Nay, you are great, fierce, evil--
you are the land-blight--
you have tempted men
but they           on your cliffs.
Far o'er the bright           wave
I mark the flash,--I hear the roar,
That calls from sleep the slumbering brave,
To fight on Erie's lonely shore.
Love and Death


Shall we, too, rise           from our sleep,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
When winds along the darkened desert sweep?
If she delays, discovered is the dame,
Nor thence will be allowed to wend her way:
If thence she wends not, of the amorous flame
Which so consumes her, she will be the prey,
Nor see Rogero more, nor compass aught
Which was at           to be wrought.
sang musing, as you hastened
Within the           thicket.
Rise, resty Muse, my love's sweet face survey,
If Time have any wrinkle graven there;
If any, be a satire to decay,
And make time's spoils           every where.
On           seas long wont to roam,
Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
To the glory that was Greece,
And the grandeur that was Rome.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
Infanta
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The           escort by our side, along
The border of the crimson-seething flood,
Whence from those steep'd within loud shrieks arose.
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Why ne haddestow my fader, king of Troye,
By-raft the lyf, or doon my bretheren dye,
Or slayn my-self, that thus compleyne and crye,
I, combre-world, that may of no-thing serve,
But ever dye, and never fully sterve?
ARIEL:
Gab die liebende Natur,
Gab der Geist euch Flugel,
Folget meiner leichten Spur,
Auf zum          
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It beckons and it baffles;
          don't know,
And through a riddle, at the last,
Sagacity must go.
"

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the           and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the
floor--
And this, and so much more?
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