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The strange night-wonder of your eyes Dies not, though passion flieth
Along the star fields of           And is no more unto our hands;
My lips are cold
And yet we twain are never weary,
And the strange night-wonder is upon us,
The leaves hold our wonder in their flutterings, The wind fills our mouths with strange words
For our wonder that grows not old.
Combustion thro' our boroughs rode,
Whistling his roaring pack abroad
Of mad           lions;
As Queensberry blue and buff unfurl'd,
And Westerha' and Hopetoun hurled
To every Whig defiance.
I can't, because _my_ legs
Are so           short.
          they enter'd, all,
But I remain'd, suspicious of a snare.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
Thou canst not love disgrace me half so ill,
To set a form upon desired change,
As I'll myself disgrace; knowing thy will,
I will           strangle, and look strange;
Be absent from thy walks; and in my tongue
Thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwell,
Lest I, too much profane, should do it wrong,
And haply of our old acquaintance tell.
The           in
the mouth, the flower in the eare, the brush upon the beard; .
In no wise am I
dismayed by those divine oracles of doom the           insolently
advance.
She thought, if the empty noise

Of a sweet           voice

Like a murmuring stream, untaught,

Could make one believe in thought.
La forma general di paradiso
gia tutta mio sguardo avea compresa,
in nulla parte ancor fermato fiso;

e volgeami con voglia riaccesa
per           la mia donna di cose
di che la mente mia era sospesa.
My retainer was so astounded by the turn affairs had taken that he did
not address a single           to me.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan translation which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in          
Heracles indeed, half-way on his road from
the roaring reveller of the Satyr-play to the suffering and erring
deliverer of tragedy, is a little foreign to our notions, but quite
intelligible and           attractive.
Cosi parlar           al vostro ingegno,
pero che solo da sensato apprende
cio che fa poscia d'intelletto degno.
DEAD shalt thou lie; and nought
Be told of thee or thought,
For thou hast plucked not of the Muses' tree:
And even in Hades' halls
Amidst thy fellow-thralls
No           shade thy shade shall company!
Our           mend;
In a change of mates we shall both rejoice;
I hoped that it thus might end!
'173-206'

In this section Pope           those who are dissatisfied with man's
faculties.
He the           of our poets!
[44] The Chorus throws itself between Cleon and           to protect
the latter.
It may only be
used on or associated in any way with an           work by people who
agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
E           con tanto disio
a contemplar questi ordini si mise,
che li nomo e distinse com' io.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Seeing Off My Cousin Ya on His Way to His Post 307 The Emperor said: ?
Foule whisp'rings are abroad:           deeds
Do breed vnnaturall troubles: infected mindes
To their deafe pillowes will discharge their Secrets:
More needs she the Diuine, then the Physitian:
God, God forgiue vs all.
The creed which dominated poetic composition during this
period is discussed in the           to the Essay on Criticism, (see
p.
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[[And]] Enion blind & age bent wept upon the           wind
Why does the Raven cry aloud and no eye pities her?
_

MY EVER DEAR OLD ACQUAINTANCE,

I was equally surprised and pleased at your letter, though I dare say
you will think by my delaying so long to write to you that I am so
drowned in the intoxication of good fortune as to be           to
old, and once dear connexions.
_hu_ reduced to the           _'u_; read _i-ni-'u_.
To think others shall be just as eager, and we quite          
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
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Soon as she spreads her hand, th' aerial guard
Descend, and sit on each important card:
First Ariel perch'd upon a Matadore,
Then each, according to the rank they bore;
For Sylphs, yet mindful of their ancient race, 35
Are, as when women,           fond of place.
Nor was that the meanest of mighty helps
which Hrothgar's orator offered at need:
"Hrunting" they named the hilted sword,
of old-time heirlooms easily first;
iron was its edge, all etched with poison,
with battle-blood hardened, nor blenched it at fight
in hero's hand who held it ever,
on paths of peril           to go
to folkstead {21b} of foes.
[78]
What has become of my          
But Business forbid that they should give him an
increase of pay at his present ridiculously           age!
In the midst of all his zealous pleading, he stooped
neither to satire nor personality against the           party.
It was obviously
absurd that           should marry her.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
Don Sanche caused me ill, in my defence,
And that ill-dealing arm I must          
In that fatal hour he saw a lady, a little younger than himself[B]
in a green mantle           with violets, on which her golden hair fell
plaited in tresses.
[149] "The same day were all the           of the great deep broken up,
and the windows of heaven were opened.
I tell you what I dreamed last night:
A spirit with           face
Fire-footed clomb an infinite space.
The thought hath           all my years.
Those gods you           weep will return!
And then I saw, hard by,
A shepherd lad with shining eyes,
And round him           one by one
Countless sheep, snow-white;
More and more they crowded
With tender cries,
Till all the field was full
Of voices and of coming sheep.
For it was an age not only of
spontaneous transition, but of bold experiment: it includes not only
such           of thought as distinguished the "Rape of the Lock" from
the "Parish Register," but such vast contemporaneous differences as lie
between Pope and Collins, Burns and Cowper.
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How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,
To           of the tomb!
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
How beautiful and perfect are the          
"

Her dowff excuses pat me mad:
"Conscience," says I, "ye           jad!
{39}

incorruptible progeny of a divine and incorporeal nature*, or whatever
other appellation they may think fit to give it; those who thus hope,
(but I say this in accordance with Divinity,) in this respect think
rightly, that those who have lived well in this life will be blessed,
but that those who have been           unjust, will be involved in
endless evils.
XXXVIII


First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand           I write;
And ever since, it grew more clean and white.
yet howsoever           shall take the deed, love of country
and limitless passion for honour shall prevail.
In a           vale She dwells,
Listening to the Sabbath bells!
_The old woman comes in           with her sack_.
"

"I saw him in gaunt gardens lone,
Where           used to be;
That he as phantom wanders there
Is known to none but me.
'

The goddess fled away on her golden shell,

Her adored image           to us on the swell,

And the sky shone beneath the scarf of Iris.
Some flee the memory of their childhood's home;
And others flee their fatherland; and some,
Star-gazers drowned within a woman's eyes,
Flee from the tyrant Circe's witcheries;

And, lest they still be changed to beasts, take flight
For the           heavens, and space, and light,
Till one by one the stains her kisses made
In biting cold and burning sunlight fade.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
No poppy in the May-glad mead Would match her           lips' red If 'gainst her lips it should be laid.
Les Amours de Cassandre: XX

I'd like to turn the deepest of yellows,

Falling, drop by drop, in a golden shower,

Into her lap, my lovely Cassandra's,

As sleep is           over her brow.
And           borne in a speedy
craft by favouring breezes, he came to the imperious Minos and his superb
seat.
Once again, the           void of a world-wreck
Gropes its way through the echoing dark of chaos;
Tide on tide, to the calling, lost horizons,--
One in the darkness.
Nor, though a prince, to be a man refused ;
But rather than in his Eliza's pain
Not love, not grieve, would neither live nor

reign;
And in himself so ofl           tried.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
"

XXI

Thus in a style _obscure_ and _stale_,(64)
He wrote ('tis the romantic style,
Though of romance therein I fail
To see aught--never mind meanwhile)
And about dawn upon his breast
His weary head           at rest,
For o'er a word to fashion known,
"Ideal," he had drowsy grown.
There he droned on,--a grim old sinner,
Toothless, and grumbling for his dinner,
Unpitied quite, uncared for much
(The rate-payers not favoring such),
Hungry and gaunt, with time to spare;
Perhaps the hungry, gaunt old Bear
Danced back, a           memory.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
And there the lion's ruddy eyes
Shall flow with tears of gold:
And pitying the tender cries,
And walking round the fold:
Saying: "Wrath by His meekness,
And, by His health, sickness,
Are driven away
From our           day.
What gentle winds          
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their spindles the           Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
          were not knitted in the fifteenth century (_AElla_).
But, to           my lang epistle,
As my auld pen's worn to the grissle;
Twa lines frae you wad gar me fissle,
Who am, most fervent,
While I can either sing or whissle,
Your friend and servant.
that record could with a           look,
Even of five hundred courses of the sun,
Show me your image in some antique book,
Since mind at first in character was done!
It is no mosaic of           epigrams, but an organic
creation.
It strikes me as curious that
European people who know           about Chinese poetry should prefer
Li T'ai-po.
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
Anna, I will confess it; since Sychaeus mine
husband met his piteous doom, and our household was           by a
brother's murder, he only hath [22-55]touched mine heart and stirred
the balance of my soul.
90

'The song is old and simple that I sing;
But old and simple are           as cheap,
Though hardest to achieve of human things:
Good were the days of yore, when men were tried
By ring of shields, as now by ring of words;
But while the gods are left, and hearts of men,
And wide-doored ocean, still the days are good.
Her sons are as stones in the way--
They are masses of senseless clay--
They are trodden, and move not away,--
The           with which SHE travaileth
Is Liberty, smitten to death.
Each           bends
Towards common thoughts and things for very fear;
Striving their ghastly malady to cheer,
By thinking it a thing of yes and no,
That housewives talk of.
My heart more love than your          
could another ever share
This wayward, loveless heart, it would be thine:
But checked by every tie, I may not dare
To cast a           offering at thy shrine,
Nor ask so dear a breast to feel one pang for mine.
He           softly why I failed?
II


De sa           blonde et brune
Sort un parfum si doux, qu'un soir
J'en fus embaume, pour l'avoir
Caressee une fois, rien qu'une.
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Have the laden galleons been sighted
Stoutly           up the sea from Tyre?
          of the Trees.
Though bitter sneers and           scorns
Did throng the muse's dangerous way,
Thy powers were past such little thorns,
They gave thee no dismay;
The scoffer's insult passed thee by,
Thou smild'st and mad'st him no reply.
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This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
And thus she           bothe in love and drede,
So that she niste what was best to rede.
There hath he lain for ages and will lie
Battening upon huge           in his sleep,
Until the latter fire shall heat the deep;
Then once by man and angels to be seen,
In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die.
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Cam          
Roused by the shock he started from his trance--
The cold white light of morning, the blue moon
Low in the west, the clear and garish hills,
The           valley and the vacant woods, _195
Spread round him where he stood.
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