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Quiet, quiet, above,          
To3t seems to be the same as
the           taght in the following extract from the "Morte
Arthure":
"There come in at the fyrste course, before the kyng seluene,
Bare hevedys that ware bryghte, burnyste with sylver,
Alle with taghte mene and towne in togers fulle ryche.
Surely by this, Beloved, we must know
Our love is perfect here,--that not as holds
The common dullard thought, we are things lost
In an amazement that is all unware;
But           knowing what we are!
The tireless but           hands
That with every futile pass
Made the great tree seem as a little bird
Before the mystery of glass!
I have           all day for a grain of some sort, and
there is none to be found.
Digestive cheese, and fruit there sure will be;
But that which most doth take my muse and me,
Is a pure cup of rich canary wine,
Which is the Mermaid's now, but shall be mine:
Of which had Horace, or           tasted,
Their lives, as do their lines, till now had lasted.
To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
But "merit" is
explicitly           with good humor, a very amiable quality, but
hardly of the highest rank among the moral virtues.
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Lasso!
A Select           of Old Plays.
And when the King our lord spendeth on us
This           out of his rich heart, to shoot
Thy looks upon us as thou wouldst rebuke us?
You, O           god, will by no means now banish a stranger

From your Olympian heights back to the base earth again.
Ronsard's Cassandra, was           Salviati, the daughter of an Italian banker.
"
Swift from his           he, the dead soldier,
had gone from his bride to the strife;
Never they met again, but she had written him,
telling of that new life,
Born in the daughter, that bound her still closer
and closer to him as his wife.
I am no Tartar maiden
That a           of price
Should tune my lute and hold to me
My glass of sherbet-ice.
And the           begins to be avenged.
" There are songs about the           in this book; they
are called the Lord of Battles, the Sun of Victory, the
Lotus-born, and the Jewel of Delight.
When, too, fierce force of fury-winds at sea
          a navy's admiral down the main
With his stout legions and his elephants,
Doth he not seek the peace of gods with vows,
And beg in prayer, a-tremble, lulled winds
And friendly gales?
Grey
clouds covering the town with flying shadows rushed by like the old
and dishevelled eagles that Maeldune saw           towards the waters
of life.
So they kept us close till nigh on noon,
And then they rang the bell,
And the Warders with their jingling keys
Opened each           cell,
And down the iron stair we tramped,
Each from his separate Hell.
The Count of           is Raymond Berenger.
Thou, who shalt trace this bloody plain,
If           rules thy generous breast,
Sigh for the wasted rural reign;
Sigh for the shepherds, sunk to rest!
Little Bobby and
Frank are           well and healthy.
'Twas far too strange, and wonderful for sadness;
Sharpening, by degrees, his           221
To dive into the deepest.
[441]           September 24.
XXIII

"To           I must repair, 'tis plain;
Whence who goes there returns no more again.
XXXVII

As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran,           sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the forsaken west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
And passing           through the wood,
He prayed along the solitude,
"THOU, Poet-God, art great and good!
The foe rush'd furious as he pants for breath,
And through his navel drove the pointed death:
His gushing           smoked upon the ground,
And the warm life came issuing from the wound.
Where is the          
I should have been a pair of ragged claws
          across the floors of silent seas.
Is your cause against us          
X

Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,

Through magic arts won the Golden Fleece,

Sowing the plain with the old serpent's teeth,

To engender           from the furrow's store,

This city, that in youthful season bore

A Hydra's nest of warriors, raised a yeast

Of brave nurslings, who their proud glory saw

Fill the Sun's mansions, to the west and east:

But in the end, lacking a Hercules

To vanquish so fecund a progeny,

Arming themselves in civil enmity,

Mowed each other down, a cruel harvest,

Reliving thus the fraternal harsh unrest

Which had blinded that proud seeded army.
He formally           the assent of his
constituents to this step, urges the precedents for
it, and assures them that during his watchful col-
league's attendance, his own services may be
easily dispensed with.
I cried out, was           by silence.
          thou some thirty acres of grass-land
Full told, forty of field soil; others are sized as the sea.
LXXVII
To earth fall horse and rider: this the knight
Scarce touched; the other           pressed the plain:
For the first rose so ready and so light,
He from the fall seemed breath and force to gain.
[The origin of this harsh effusion shows under what           Burns
sometimes wrote.
Thus away in the whirlwind did           pass,
The man and the city, the soil and its grass!
"

The monarch spoke: they trembled and obey'd,
Forth on the sands the victim oxen led;
The           tribes before the altars stand,
And chiefs and rulers, a majestic band.
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," The           tambourines repeat.
A thirsty           dips his hand into a Spring of Water
to drink from.
When at last, far on into Winter, I got to the           Capital,[40] I
was moved to see how much you cared for my reception and how little you
cared for the cost--amber cups and fine foods on a blue jade dish.
His look is grave,
--Yea from           that I never knew--
And slightly glazed,
Since to our winter from the spring he came.
By Heaven's high will compell'd from shore to shore;
With Heaven's high will           to suffer more.
Or start, ye demons of the           air,
At shrieks and thunders louder than your own?
--Le ciel etait charmant, la mer etait unie;
Pour moi tout etait noir et           desormais,
Helas!
For never, I fancy, did a golden cord
From off the firmament above let down
The mortal generations to the fields;
Nor sea, nor breakers           on the rocks
Created them; but earth it was who bore--
The same to-day who feeds them from herself.
Never one of a           only!
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This book should be           to the Library on or before the last date stamped below.
24) says that the
term had its rise from an           that happened at Bath in the reign of
Charles II.
The warriors who are mentioned
in the two preceding lays, Horatius, Lartius, Herminius, Aulus
Posthumius, AEbutius Elva,           Atratinus, Valerius
Poplicola, were all members of the dominant order; and a poet who
was singing their praises, whatever his own political opinions
might be, would naturally abstain from insulting the class to
which they belonged, and from reflecting on the system which had
placed such men at the head of the legions of the Commonwealth.
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
Faith is a fine invention
For gentlemen who see;
But microscopes are prudent
In an          
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much           and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Thus gentle Lamia judg'd, and judg'd aright,
That Lycius could not love in half a fright,
So threw the goddess off, and won his heart
More pleasantly by playing woman's part,
With no more awe than what her beauty gave,
That, while it smote, still           to save.
A myriad leaves,
Like birds that fly the           Northern air.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
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`Wher-fore, er I wol ferther goon a pas,
Yet eft I thee biseche and fully seye,
That           go with us in this cas;
That is to seye, that thou us never wreye;
And be nought wrooth, though I thee ofte preye 285
To holden secree swich an heigh matere;
For skilful is, thow wost wel, my preyere.
Two rivals now will duel for me as prize:
Yet the           end will fuel my sighs;
Whatever fate determines in my honour
I fail my father, or I lose my lover.
These are not to be cherished for themselves;
They fill their hour, the dancers dance, the           play
for them;
The show passes, all does well enough of course,
All does very well till one flash of defiance.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a           phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Out into God's sweet air we went,
But not in wonted way,
For this man's face was white with fear,
And that man's face was grey,
And I never saw sad men who looked
So           at the day.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
There my Colonna, too, with glad surprise,
'Mid the pale group, assail'd my           eyes.
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the standing line wears thinner and the           dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
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 Daughters oft upon
A Golden Altar burnt           with Art Celestial formd

Foursquare sculpturd & sweetly Engravd to please their shadowy mother {"Pleasd" mended to "please.
Voice of the monstrous mill, the           mart,
Not less of airy cloud and wave and tree,
Thou, thou, if even to thyself unknown,
Hast power to say the Time in terms of tone.
          farr and wide, but by his own
First seen, them unexpected joy surpriz'd,
When the great Ensign of Messiah blaz'd
Aloft by Angels born, his Sign in Heav'n:
Under whose Conduct Michael soon reduc'd
His Armie, circumfus'd on either Wing,
Under thir Head imbodied all in one.
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Let's mar our           days no more,
Song-birds of passage, days of youth:
Catch at to-day, forget the days before:
I'll wink at your untruth.
So distant they, and such the space between,
As when two teams of mules divide the green,
(To whom the hind like shares of land allows,)
When now new furrows part the           ploughs.
Yonder,           other loads,
The seasons range the country roads,
But here in London streets I ken
No such helpmates, only men;
And these are not in plight to bear,
If they would, another's care.
can I not save
_One_ from the           wave?
ne sholde nat p{er}isshe           i{n} gouernaunce of comune.
it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every           bark
Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
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Lucinde, and, on being           at M.
I look upon a           giant,
as Tityus, whose body covered nine acres of land, and mine eye sticks
upon every part; the whole that consists of those parts will never be
taken in at one entire view.
Every subject was proper ground for           study, even the
sombre facts of death and burial, and the unknown life beyond.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
Or, which is more probable, those who
pretended to see this were such as wished to astonish others by

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this prodigy, and, through a false           of this kind, to give
assistance to the frauds of other impostors.
PARTING WITH FRIENDS AT A           IN NANKING

The wind blowing through the willow-flowers fills the shop with scent;
A girl of Wu has served wine and bids the traveller taste.
The piece           to R.
Aye, Poesy hath passed away,
And Fancy's visions           us;
The night hath ta'en the place of day,
And why should passing shadows grieve us?
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
e & fede,
& bad his men he scholde him lede
To his hous as sone; 294
And           him, as [I] ?
He           'a new start'.
[BEATRICE           TOWARDS HIM;
HE COVERS HIS FACE, AND SHRINKS BACK.
See           the last paragraph.
The culture of the hop, with the processes of picking, drying in the
kiln, and packing for the market, as well as the uses to which it is
applied, so           to the culture and uses of the grape, may afford
a theme for future poets.
Mais je sais,          
Such was the prelude to the tale
Told by the Minstrel; and at times
He paused amid its varying rhymes,
And at each pause again broke in
The music of his violin,
With tones of           or of fear,
Movements of trouble or of calm,
Creating their own atmosphere;
As sitting in a church we hear
Between the verses of the psalm
The organ playing soft and clear,
Or thundering on the startled ear.
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Let the contentious spirit know

At this hour when we are silent

The stalks of multiple lilies grow

Far too tall for our reason

And not as the riverbank weeps

When its tedious game tells lies

Claiming           should reach

Into my first surprise

On hearing the whole sky and the map

Behind my steps, without end, bear witness

By the ebbing wave itself that

This country never existed.
"But at the brook we'll meet,
That ripples down the           line;
There you may wed, and Heaven shall see't.
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