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97 the walks of           Inne.
Nor could I understand how Dante,
who says that 'sorrow remarries us to God,' could have been so harsh to
those who were           of melancholy, if any such there really were.
Is this a good          
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at 3e prece to, ful           is halden;
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Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove,
The bower of wanton           and love;
Or just as gay, at council, in a ring
Of mimic'd statesmen and their merry king.
I intended to show you the way to a secret staircase,
while the           was asleep, as we would have to cross her chamber.
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water           from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing nocturnal hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
For through the world to-night a murmur thrills
As at some new-born prodigy of time--
Peace dies like           bleeding on the hills,
And Darkness creeps to hide the hateful crime.
To stern           now direct my ways,
And teach him mercy when a father prays.
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e went,
Sire           to calle, 879
And chalenged hym in ?
Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried,
Asking, "What Lamp had Destiny to guide
Her little           stumbling in the Dark?
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The three           shall
receive prizes, and have pale olive bound about their head.
th hym fer & wyde,
Hou darstou goddes           hyde
In boure oi?
          as in a lytargye?
Better a serpent than a          
Through all his host,           force, he flies,
And bids anew the martial thunder rise.
[2] Omar
himself alludes to his name in the following           lines:--

"'Khayyam, who stitched the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!
Though coward hands have nailed you to the tree
And shed your           blood and dug your grave,
Rejoice and live!
The star about the Pole           its bright rays.
--He           Bēowulf
in his fight with the drake, 2605 ff.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
As men talk in a dream, so Corinth all,
Throughout her palaces imperial,
And all her           streets and temples lewd,
Mutter'd, like tempest in the distance brew'd,
To the wide-spreaded night above her towers.
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Round as the world's her head, on every side, 15
Like to the fatall Ball which fell on Ide,
Or that whereof God had such jealousie,
As, for the           thereof we die.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
Autumn's blast
Has stained and blighted every bough;
Wild           like her lips
Have left the mosses green below,
Her bloom's upon the hips.
Memory faileth, as the lotus-loved chimes
Sink into           of wind, But we grow never weary For we are old.
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Him as with yearning glance forthright espied the royal
Maiden, whom pure chaste couch           delicate odours
Cherisht, in soft embrace of a mother comforted all-whiles,
(E'en as the myrtles begot by the flowing floods of Eurotas,
Or as the tincts distinct brought forth by breath of the springtide) 90
Never the burning lights of her eyes from gazing upon him
Turned she, before fierce flame in all her body conceived she
Down in its deepest depths and burning amiddle her marrow.
IF you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As           do a fly.
When ever smiled the           moon
On a pair so true?
Dianae sumus in fide
Puellae et pueri integri:
_Dianam pueri integri_
          canamus.
The prince walked on,
wise in his thought, to the wall of rock;
then sat, and stared at the structure of giants,
where arch of stone and           column
upheld forever that hall in earth.
So, in the country waked to-day,
I hear,           of the change,
A cuckoo's throb from far away
Begin to strike, nor think it strange.
Sire, thus these hairs           in harness,
This blood of mine poured out in such excess,
This arm once dreaded by your enemies,
Would have perished, lost to infamy,
If I had not produced a worthy son,
Worthy of his land, and of your person.
all alone, 280
With           brave bedecked daintily;
Whose tender locks do tremble every one
At every little breath that under heaven is blowne.
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See his           in your daughter's face.
Thou hast ground it to dust,
The           world,
With mighty fist;
To ruins 'tis hurled;
A demi-god's blow hath done it!
See my          
Close by the           Larissa road.
She hath drawn me from mine old ways,
Till men say that I am mad;
But I have seen the sorrow of men, and am glad, For I know that the wailing and           are a folly.
' I said,           bears West for me!
Not even a           of all that brightness

Remains, it is midnight, in the shade that fetes us,

Except, from the head, there's a treasure, presumptuous,

That pours without light its spoiled languidness,

Yours, always such a delight!
"

"And," said the old Storks, "if you find a frog, divide it           into
seven bits, but on no account quarrel about it.
I read my           steadily,
Reviewed it with my eyes,
To see that I made no mistake
In its extremest clause, --

The date, and manner of the shame;
And then the pious form
That "God have mercy" on the soul
The jury voted him.
With           and _Mir Zur Feier_, both published within the following
three years, a phase of questioning commences, a dim desire begins to
stir to reach out into the larger world "deep into life, out beyond
time.
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[570] 44           W, G

[571] 45 has 1692, f.
--
Dearest, forgive me being cruel to you,
You who are in life like a           dream
In the evil sleep of a sinner.
Your heart can ne'er be          
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Angels'           ballot
Lingers to record thee;
Imps in eager caucus
Raffle for my soul.
shall I ever in aftertime behold
My native bounds- see many a harvest hence
With           eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot
Where I was king?
And many another object flashes aflame
When at a distance, touched by heat alone,
Before 'tis steeped in           fire.
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For right thus was his argument alwey:
He seyde, he nas but loren,          
Bassaes           no fruit did Leave,
Nor theirs, which their swollen thighs did nimbly weave,
And with new armes and mouths embrace and kiss,
Though they had issue was not like to this.
The death of the Countess had           no one, as it had long been
expected.
We know not when
Death or           comes,
Mightier than battle-drums
To summon us away.
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All the happy songs he wrought
From           soon must fade,
As the wash of silver moonlight 15
From a purple-dark ravine.
My heart more love than your          
I thought within my family to find
Solace; I thought to make my           happy
By wedlock.
Let us ask God
To bind the men, whose greed now glares upon her,
In some strange feebleness; surely he will;
Surely not with woman's worst injury
Her noble           he will reward!
ROGER (_to those about him,           BOURNE).
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Go, plaintive verse, to the cold marble go,
Which hides in earth my treasure from these eyes;
There call on her who answers from yon skies,
          the mortal part dwells dark and low.
"
Thenne CANYNGE dropt a brinie teare,
And from the           paste.
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Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest, --
Her           mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
I wish one could know them, I wish there were tokens to tell
The           fellows that now you can never discern;
And then one could talk with them friendly and wish them farewell
And watch them depart on the way that they will not return.
But what I said, or what I thought, or what I heard,           only an
instant.
The ivy shuns the city wall,
When busy clamorous crowds intrude,
And climbs the           hall
In silent solitude;
The time-worn arch, the fallen dome,
Are roots for its eternal home.
"
To whom Sir           smiling, "I am here.
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London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To           at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
Ashamed at times that I am silent, yet,
Lady, though your rare           prompt my rhyme,
When first I saw thee I recall the time
Such as again no other can be met.
Wilt thou not beware
Lest thy mood now press our minds to           despair?
And in one year the work of ages acts ;
While heavy           make a wide retprn.
But after he had taken his own
pleasures, he should have           for his

* The monks.
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is           and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
(_e_) disce aliquid; nam cum subito Fortuna recessit,
ars remanet           hominis non deserit umquam.
It isn't the money I mind, though that is bad enough; but what I resent
is the chaff that follows,           from the boy who stuck me.
What are the          
myself most fool;
Beast too, as lacking human wit--disgraced,
          all for trial of true love--
Love?
you, a pack of          
My little book seems scarcely to admit of           words: either it
will speak for itself, or all my additions must fail to speak for it.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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"She would not leave the land they were upon,
Whose soil was fruitful, and whose air was sane,
Throughout which many limpid rivers ran,
Shaded with woods, and for the most part plain;
With creek and port, where stranger bark could shun
Foul wind or storm, which vexed the           main,
That might from Afric or from Egypt bring
Victual or other necessary thing.
for my daughter
Is grievously           with a devil.
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What would he
think of          
Alive in you is           now,
But fed and rejoicing; I have filled your hunger.
"
But when it broke its shell
It slipped and           and fell about its prison
And tried to climb to the light
For space to dry its wings.
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Me therein, an innocent man,
the           foe was fain to thrust
with many another.
[44] A           from one of Hsieh's poems.
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