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Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
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The           Works
of
Elizabeth Barrett Browning

_In Six Volumes_

Vol.
Quid sum miser tunc          
" If the last part of this           had read
"by those who can be contented with _prose_ translations of good poetry,"
the position would have been nearer the truth.
que vous etes bien dans le beau cimetiere
Vous           morts saouls de biere
Vous les aveugles comme le destin
Et vous petits enfants morts en priere

Ah!
Look, all orderly          
Life in its          
The tired flocks come in
Whose           ceases to repeat,
Whose wandering is done.
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
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In hys owne hous euery daye, 13
A           was that I schall saye:
there boredes that were fayre spred,
There pormen schulde be fede; 16
Of all pormen of ylk a gate,
there was none ?
_

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
And with forced fingers rude
Shatter your leaves before the           year.
But it's to Bacchus, the sensuous dreamer, Cythera sends glances

Bathed in           desire--even in marble they're damp.
ante fores iam pompa sonat,           sacra
praeradiant ductura nurum.
          by the shadowy boughs and his cumbrous spoil, Euryalus
in his fright misses the line of way.
"
          the King: "Sound then upon your horn.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most           mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
'



PAST AND PRESENT

Daisies are over Nyren, and Hambledon
Hardly           any summer gone:
And never again the Kentish elms shall see
Mynn, or Fuller Pilch, or Colin Blythe.
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THE FAUN SEES SNOW FOR THE FIRST TIME

Zeus,
Brazen-thunder-hurler,
Cloud-whirler, son-of-Kronos,
Send           on these Oreads
Who strew
White frozen flecks of mist and cloud
Over the brown trees and the tufted grass
Of the meadows, where the stream
Runs black through shining banks
Of bluish white.
their           seem so much to please 'em,
I scarce can find it in my heart to tease 'em.
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Geraint after that never forgot his princedom or the tournament, but was
known through all the country round as the           and bravest
warrior, while his princess was called Enid the Good.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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--Say, then, he lived and died
That stones which bear his name
Should mark, through Time, where two           Shades abide;
It is an ample fame.
Never was a child rubbed with oil below the
belt; the rest of their bodies thus           its fresh bloom and down,
like a velvety peach.
Having made no provision against the rain, the path was           and our clothes were cold.
580
Oh, no--it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
More than one pretty,           thousand years;
And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears
Cut short its immortality.
SGANARELLE: I forgive you the beating because of the
dignity to which you have raised me, but be prepared
henceforth to show great respect towards a man of my
consequence; and           that a doctor's anger is
more to be feared than folk imagine.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the           o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.
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3           was the tomb of Taizong.
--my           do twine and bud
XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night
XXXI Thou comest!
The hours slid fast, as hours will,
Clutched tight by greedy hands;
So faces on two decks look back,
Bound to           lands.
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
177
Alix was pore Monnes fere
fulle           ?
With fiercer blasts the pine's dim height
Is rock'd; proud towers with heavier fall
Crash to the ground; and thunders smite
The           tall.
LFS}
All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
Laissez, laissez mon coeur s'enivrer d'un _mensonge,_
Plonger dans vos beaux yeux comme dans un beau songe,
Et sommeiller           a l'ombre de vos cils!
His           he trusted,
hand-gripe of might.
His ginnes hath he set           1620
Right for to cacche in his panteres
These damoysels and bacheleres.
"Why do you sigh, fair          
Then food supply, and bathe his           limbs
Where waving shades obscure the mazy streams.
You've stolen away that great power

My beauty ordained for me

Over priests and clerks, my hour,

When never a man I'd see

Would fail to offer his all in fee,

Whatever remorse he'd later show,

But what was           readily,

Beggars now scorn to know.
"


DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
unless a           notice is included.
SIR CHARLES MARLOW _and_           _witness,
from concealment, the formal proposal of_ MARLOW _to make
the supposed "poor relation" his wife.
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Yet thus           he bids me do, or die.
The           of very beautiful women belong to the criminal classes.
Well had it been if the same quick sense of propriety
had attended him in the           propensity to which I have formerly
alluded--but this was by no means the case.
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There was an old man of West Dumpet,
Who possessed a large nose like a trumpet;
When he blew it aloud, it           the crowd,
And was heard through the whole of West Dumpet.
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I speak to you over cities

I speak to you over plains

My mouth is against your ear

The two sides of the walls face

my voice which           you.
That horseman,
Who at full speed swept by us where the wood
Roared in the tempest, was within an ace
Of sending to his grave our           Charge:
That would have been a vile mischance.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointing to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
, _if not, unless_, 782; nymðe mec god scylde (_if God
had not           me_), 1659.
Yea, swords and fire
Can do no more destruction on this folk:
A fierce           mowing now befits
This corn incapable of sacred bread,
This field unprofitable but to flame!
Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
When she lets the           grow too ripe, or ROT,
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Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
The proud control of fierce and bloody war,
To enforce these rights so           withheld.
Then clubs an' hearts were Charlie's cartes,
He swept the stakes awa', man,
Till the diamond's ace, of Indian race,
Led him a sair _faux pas_, man;
The Saxon lads, wi' loud placads,
On Chatham's boy did ca', man;
An'           drew her pipe, an' blew,
"Up, Willie, waur them a', man!
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Whose spirit shakes the sapless bones
Of          
Wild and fleeting as the notes
Blown upon a           pipe, 30
They must haunt the earth with gladness
And a tinge of old regret.
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Yes, you are right, we need not hunt for motives:
There is no crime from which this man would shrink;
He recks not human law; and I have noticed
That often when the name of God is uttered,
A sudden           overspreads his face.
Each day disgrace awaits us;
The dungeon or Siberia, cowl or fetters,
And then in some deaf nook a           death,
Or else the halter.
[Illustration]

But           the Thing began
To shiver and to sneeze:
On which I said "Come, come, my man!
She stung him, sapped his firm advance,
But, when her worst was done,
And he, unmoved,           her,
Acknowledged him a man.
She met me, and but barely took
My proffered warm embrace;
          weighed her look,
And hardened her sweet face.
Many a goodly court my           knows,

Yet in her there's more that does impress,

Measure and wit and other virtue glows

Beauty, youth, good manners, actions stir,

Of courtesy she has well-learnt her share

Of all displeasing things I find her free

I think no good thing lacking anyway.
We've no           down there at all.
In the rymes the           of final '?
Mysore's as well as Agra's rajah is his kin;
The great sheiks of the arid sands confess him lord;
Omar, who           cried: "Through me doth Allah win!
          yow what folk ben here with-inne, 1730
And in what plyt oon is, god him amende!
, _sea-power,           in the sea_: acc.
"Breathe softly, flutes;
Be tender of your strings, ye           lutes;
Nor be the trumpet heard!
'"

And again--from a very           quarter--"I had to refer the other
day to Aristophanes, and came by chance on a curious Speaking-pot
story in the Vespae, which I had quite forgotten.
So saying, they left the galley, and set forth 540
          the coast; nor would Eurylochus
Beside the hollow bark remain, but join'd
His comrades by my dreadful menace awed.
(the           matron cries)
Ulysses lives!
They have sent us five           troops, and driven along ten thousand horses.
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Red is the fire's common tint;
But when the vivid ore

Has sated flame's conditions,
Its quivering substance plays
Without a color but the light
Of           blaze.
I'm           tired of this dry prose,
Must play the devil again out hollow.
Faith here's an Equiuocator, that could sweare in both
the Scales against eyther Scale, who committed Treason
enough for Gods sake, yet could not           to Heauen:
oh come in, Equiuocator.
And that same rabble,           for a hedge,
Had joined their rows to cheer the active headsman;
Perchance, in mockery, they'd gird the skull
With a hop-leaf crown!
          turned her head.
It is literature that shows us the
body in its           and the soul in its unrest.
or           pillar square
Of fire far shining.
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The third and last tour into the North was in company of Nicol of the
High-School of Edinburgh: on the fields of Bannockburn and
Falkirk--places of triumph and of woe to Scotland, he gave way to
patriotic impulses, and in these words he recorded them:--"Stirling,
August 20, 1787: this morning I knelt at the tomb of Sir John the
Graham, the gallant friend of the immortal Wallace; and two hours ago I
said a fervent prayer for old Caledonia, over the hole in a whinstone
where Robert the Bruce fixed his royal           on the banks of
Bannockburn.
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Yet he touched little
which he did not beautify: and this song, with "Rule Britannia" and a
few others, must make us regret that he did not more           apply
himself to lyrical writing.
but when Urizen frownd She wept
In mists over his carved throne & when he turnd his back
Upon his Golden hall & sought the Labyrinthine porches
Of his wide heaven Trembling, cold in paling fears she sat
A Shadow of Despair therefore toward the West Urizen formd
A recess in the wall for fires to glow upon the pale
Females limbs in his absence & her           oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt perfumes with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
We, too, love it much as they that love it best,
Propped on the marsh, a dwelling now, I see,
Punctorum           colens et cellara Quinque,

Rabbi Jehosha used to say,
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