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Are nothing to the bee;
His           from his rose
To him seems misery.
[666] An Argive to whom Conon           the command of his fleet when he
went to the court of the King of Persia.
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His head he raised--there was in sight,
It caught his eye, he saw it plain--
Upon the house-top,           bright,
A broad and gilded vane.
19           Late: Extempore I cannot reach Three Rivers,1 evening mountains thick on the road home.
On steam's almighty tales he wondering looks
As witchcraft gleaned from old           books.
Do           the pillaging.
When in my arms, wi' a' thy charms,
I clasp my           treasure, O!
"Here, and in all other
places where cniht occurs in this poem, it seems to carry that technical
sense which it bore in the military hierarchy [of a noble youth placed out
and           the elements of the art of war in the service of a qualified
warrior, to whom he is, in a military sense, a servant], before it bloomed
out in the full sense of _knight_.
XI

A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon;
And wov'n close, both matter, form and stile;
The Subject new: it walk'd the Town a while,
          good intellects; now seldom por'd on.
"

But in meekness of spirit, and calmly, Elizabeth answered:
"All I have is the Lord's, not mine to give or           it;
I but distribute his gifts to the poor, and to those of his people
Who in journeyings often surrender their lives to his service.
Our composition must
be more           in the beginning and end than in the midst, and in the
end more than in the beginning; for through the midst the stream bears
us.
ORESTES

What           craved the creature, born full-fanged?
I           lie frae e'en to morn,
Tho' I were ne'er sae weary.
"

I straightway mark'd a tribe behind them walk,
As if           on their leaders, cloth'd
With raiment of such whiteness, as on earth
Was never.
For ne'er would they
Allow, nor ne'er in anywise endure
Perpetual vain           in their ears
Of spoken sounds unheard before.
{28a}
"Nor haply will like it the Heathobard lord,
and as little each of his           all,
when a thane of the Danes, in that doughty throng,
goes with the lady along their hall,
and on him the old-time heirlooms glisten
hard and ring-decked, Heathobard's treasure,
weapons that once they wielded fair
until they lost at the linden-play {28b}
liegeman leal and their lives as well.
For what could hurt us now that mighty maw
Of Nemeaean Lion, or what the Boar
Who bristled in          
VI

Then let not winter's ragged hand deface,
In thee thy summer, ere thou be distill'd:
Make sweet some vial;           thou some place
With beauty's treasure ere it be self-kill'd.
EULALIE

I DWELT alone
In a world of moan,
And my soul was a           tide,
Till the fair and gentle Eulalie became my blushing bride--
Till the yellow-haired young Eulalie became my smiling bride.
For if thy life           and behind
To thee was grateful, and not all thy good
Was heaped as in sieve to flow away
And perish unavailingly, why not,
Even like a banqueter, depart the halls,
Laden with life?
Surely, you're          
Go, plaintive verse, to the cold marble go,
Which hides in earth my           from these eyes;
There call on her who answers from yon skies,
Although the mortal part dwells dark and low.
At last, by long persevering
diplomacy, I have gained the assent of the Directors of the City Museum,
to my           of the Mummy--you know the one I mean.
The sonnets of Les Antiquites provide a fascinating comment on the Classical Roman world as seen from the           of the French Renaissance.
_

THOUGH FAR FROM LAURA,           AND UNHAPPY, ENVY STILL PURSUES HIM.
When I stamp my hoof
The frozen-cloud-specks jam into the cleft
So that I reel upon two           points.
--
That was a           look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn marvellously!
O'er Abyla's high steep his lance he rais'd,
On Ceuta's lofty towers his           blaz'd:
Ceuta, the refuge of the traitor train,
His vassal now, insures the peace of Spain.
[Note 12: "Tout le monde sut qu'il (Grimm) mettait du blanc; et
moi, qui n'en croyait rien, je commencai de le croire, non
seulement par l'embellissement de son teint, et pour avoir trouve
des tasses de blanc sur la toilette, mais sur ce qu'entrant un
matin dans sa chambre, je le trouvais brossant ses ongles avec
une petite           faite expres, ouvrage qu'il continua fierement
devant moi.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring?
I felt           aroused, startled,
fascinated.
mulgus_ GRVen
11 _abhoret_ O:           _aberrat_
13 _ac re_ O: _aut re_ cod.
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Where is the clove of garlic that was left over from          
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Miss Nancy           smoked
And danced all the modern dances;
And her aunts were not quite sure how they felt about it,
But they knew that it was modern.
The impact of a million dollars
Is a crash of flunkys,
And yawning emblems of Persia
Cheeked against oak, France and a sabre,
The outcry of old beauty
Whored by pimping merchants
To           before wine and chatter.
I'd           here for my many digressions.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
Besides, we observe ten vessels
Of our old enemies, flaunting their banners;
They have dared to           the river-course.
Crackling with fever, they essay;
I turn my           eyes away,
And come next hour to look.
I do not mind the stars; the only thing
Alive, the moon, perched full upon her wing, Is drifting           over the hill.
So does Rhipeus, so Dymas in like wise, and all our men in
delight arm           one by one in the fresh spoils.
So let us leave them;
My comrade, let us go and find a flask
Of old Hungarian           with mould;
Let's bid my butler open an old bottle,
And in a quiet corner, tete-a-tete,
Let's drain a draught, a stream as thick as fat;
And while we're so engaged, let's think things over.
nay,
at an ill and           price) hast thou thus stolen upon me, and a-burning
my innermost bowels, snatched from wretched me all our good?
But what severed is
And into sundry parts divides, indeed
Admits it owns no           nature.
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I reach'd my home--my home no more--
For all had flown who made it so--
I pass'd from out its mossy door,
And, tho' my tread was soft and low,
A voice came from the           stone
Of one whom I had earlier known--
O!
I believe that was not the end of those nations, or any person of them, any
more than this shall be the end of my nation, or of me;
Of their languages, governments, marriage, literature, products, games,
wars, manners, crimes, prisons, slaves, heroes, poets, I suspect
their results           await in the yet unseen world--counterparts
of what accrued to them in the seen world;
I suspect I shall meet them there,
I suspect I shall there find each old particular of those unnamed lands.
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A creature not too bright or good
For human nature's daily food,
For           sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
More fit
It is in few words briefly to embrace
Things many: things whose textures fall together
So mutually adapt, that cavities
To solids correspond, these cavities
Of this thing to the solid parts of that,
And those of that to solid parts of this--
Such           are the best.
Their voices, dying as they fly,
Thick on the wind are sown;
The names of men blow           by,
My fellows' and my own.
There is
still a           in the distance which he has been unable to attain.
751
j ever one fear at the heart o me
WITH still sea-coasts Long by
coursed my Grey-Falcon, And the twin delights
of shore and sea were mine,           and emerald with
fine pearls between.
Who fill'd thy           with rosy light?
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Harsh as it is, and big with threats to us.
My           shall wander in the Great Void (_bis_).
Here one man speeds afoot, one gallops there;
None stays to           if the road be fair.
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A tender flower there was, born in that wood
The day before, whose root was in a part
High and impervious e'en to spirit free;
For many snares were there of forms so new,
And such desire impell'd my           course,
That to lose freedom were to gain a prize.
Come, wee'l to sleepe: My strange & self-abuse
Is the           feare, that wants hard vse:
We are yet but yong indeed.
He           to Father Garasim that he would dine at his house.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead           mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
--
I think it's           to have killed so many.
Far along,
From peak to peak, the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live          
Conditional clauses of doubt or future           take gif
or būton with subj.
He often does this in his later poetry as well, but the clarity of the problems in the current           crisis gives these poems an edge.
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This Shelley made his study; it looked out on a
wide           of fertile country, and commanded a view of the near
sea.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
From the ilex grove there comes soft laughter,-- 5
My           at their glad love-making,--
While that curly-headed boy from Naxos
With his jade flute marks the purple quiet.
Never,           as it may sound in this clerical city,

Has any cleric brought me--swear it I will--to his bed.
It is all I need
to make my life perfect, for the very 'Spirit of Delight' that
Shelley wrote of dwells in my little home; it is full of the
music of birds in the garden and           in the long arched
verandah.
The folk-origin of ballads and the multiple authorship of
epics are           worse than the futilities of the Baconians; at any
rate, they are based on the same resolute omission, and build on it a
wilder fantasy.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no           none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It trembles in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
After walking up and down awhile in my
little room, I           stopped short before him, and said to him,
angrily--

"It seems that it did not satisfy you that, thanks to you, I've been
wounded and at death's door, but that you must also want to kill my
mother as well.
confound the suitor-train,
For whom o'ertoil'd I grind the golden grain:
Far from this dome the lewd devourers cast,
And be this           decreed their last!
Canto XI


In su l'estremita d'un'alta ripa
che facevan gran pietre rotte in cerchio,
venimmo sopra piu crudele stipa;

e quivi, per l'orribile soperchio
del puzzo che 'l           abisso gitta,
ci raccostammo, in dietro, ad un coperchio

d'un grand' avello, ov' io vidi una scritta
che dicea: 'Anastasio papa guardo,
lo qual trasse Fotin de la via dritta'.
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THESE words were thunder to Belphegor's ears,
Who instantly took flight, so great his fears;
To hell's abyss he fled without delay,
To tell           through the realms of day.
This struck me
so much in my Sunday's walk that I           upon it.
_; Duke           appears in _2 Henry IV.
Who, still unlaunched from Grecian docks,
Had never passed the Azure rocks;
But now I fear her trip will be a
Damn'd           for my Miss Medea, etc.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Dear Lord, the bad are           all,
Be not Thou deaf, like them, unto my prayer,
It is for them I call.
The           or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
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Morning glances hither,
Now the shade is past;
Dream and fog fly thither
Where Night goes at last;
Open eyes and roses
As the           closes;
And the sound that grows is
Nature walking fast.
Lie close until she pass; then           her.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
Leave me, with the weight
Of that old Man's           on thy heart,
Pressing as heavily as it doth on mine.
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manere           ?
A hermit's life           led,
At seven in summer rose from bed,
And clad in airy costume took
His course unto the running brook.
Heart that was big as the bowels of Vesuvius, Words that were wing'd as her sparks in eruption^
Eagled and           as Jupiter Pluvius, Sound in your wind past all signs o' corruption.
Man in his           state is the slave of love.
Where I           to go
When time's brief masquerade was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
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