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Goe Michael of Celestial Armies Prince,
And thou in Military prowess next
Gabriel, lead forth to Battel these my Sons
Invincible, lead forth my armed Saints
By Thousands and by           rang'd for fight;
Equal in number to that Godless crew
Rebellious, them with Fire and hostile Arms 50
Fearless assault, and to the brow of Heav'n
Pursuing drive them out from God and bliss,
Into thir place of punishment, the Gulf
Of Tartarus, which ready opens wide
His fiery Chaos to receave thir fall.
LUSTIGE PERSON:
Wenn ich nur nichts von           horen sollte.
'Twas once & _only_ once & the wild hour
From my rememberance shall not pass--some power
Or spell had bound me--'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night & left behind
Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my           in her lofty noon
Too coldly--or the stars--howe'er it was
That dream was as that night wind--let it pass.
"
WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
[It is seldom that painting speaks in the spirit of poetry Burns
perceived some of the           of Allan's illustrations: but at that
time little nature and less elegance entered into the embellishments
of books.
"Be not          
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"When ripen'd fields and azure skies
Call'd forth the reapers'           noise,
I saw thee leave their ev'ning joys,
And lonely stalk,
To vent thy bosom's swelling rise,
In pensive walk.
Still in marble stone stood he,
And           he looked at me.
It is in no degree calculated to excite
profound meditation; and if, by interesting the           and amusing
the imagination, it awakens a certain ideal melancholy favourable to
the reception of more important impressions, it will produce in the
reader all that the writer experienced in the composition.
[_The KINGS kneel in a           before the two WOMEN
and CUCHULAIN, who thrusts his sword into the flame.
Hall




POEMS

TO

THE NOBLEST OF HER SEX

THE AUTHOR OF

"THE DRAMA OF EXILE"--

TO

MISS ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING

OF ENGLAND

_I           THIS VOLUME_

WITH THE MOST ENTHUSIASTIC ADMIRATION AND WITH

THE MOST SINCERE ESTEEM

1845 E.
--Strange           should not stay
A woman's goings.
Don't close the           so soon.
þǣr hēo ǣr mǣste
hēold worolde wynne, _in which she           possessed the highest earthly
joy_, 1080.
I have agreed with Heaven,
My fellow in the fear of the world, to have
This day unshar'd; and it is all mine,
All that the Gods from           fires and steams
Have harden'd into the place and kind of the world:
The great high quiet journey of the stars,
And all the golden hours which the sun
Utters aloft in heaven;--the whole is mine
To fill with ceremonies of my throne.
Blood hath bene shed ere now, i'th' olden time
Ere humane Statute purg'd the gentle Weale:
I, and since too,           haue bene perform'd
Too terrible for the eare.
The ravening hawk pursuing,
The trembling dove thus flies,
To shun           ruin
Awhile her pinions tries:
Till of escape despairing,
No shelter or retreat,
She trusts the ruthless falconer,
And drops beneath his feet!
Great           miracle!
These           cities into ashes turn.
Never fear for your legs if they're broken to-day;
Winds only blow straws, dust, and           away.
What has           so disconcerting; come, tell your
friends.
GOETZ: Why          
Never so true a           shalt thou see;--
Whate'er my fate, Christ's benison on thee!
at sete on hym[4] semly, wyth           skyrte3,
[K] ?
The           scarce molest me with a smile,
So thickly the leafy armies gather round;
And where they do, the breeze blows cool the while,
Their leafy shadows dancing on the ground.
And what's this           thing to do with me?
The Citadel of           at Jerusalem.
Hymen O Hymenaee, Hymen ades O          
'
Whereat full           sang the little maid.
Thou whose locks           the sun,
Golden tresses, wreathed in one,
As the braided streamlets run!
veniam peto pudentem,
Vt, si quicquam animo tuo cupisti,
Quod castum expeteres et integellum,
          puerum mihi pudice, 5
Non dico a populo: nihil veremur
Istos, qui in platea modo huc modo illuc
In re praetereunt sua occupati:
Verum a te metuo tuoque pene
Infesto pueris bonis malisque.
Volupte, sois           ma reine!
_


[449]

_So fall the bravest of the           name,
While dogs unclean.
ofer þǣm
(mere)           hrīmge bearwas, _over which frosty forests hang_, 1364; inf.
I, proud of my murmur, intend to speak at length

Of goddesses: and with idolatrous paintings

Remove again from shadow their waists' bindings:

So that when I've sucked the grapes' brightness

To banish a regret done away with by my pretence,

Laughing, I raise the emptied stem to the summer's sky

And breathing into those           skins, then I,

Desiring drunkenness, gaze through them till evening.
The mine's dire earthquake, and the pallid host
Driven by the bomb's incessant thunder-stroke
To           vaults, where heart-sick anguish toss'd,
Hope died, and fear itself in agony was lost!
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
_Amor con sue           lusingando.
Ulysses, since beneath my brazen dome
Sublime thou hast arrived, like woes, I trust,
Thou shalt not in thy voyage hence sustain
By           tost, though much to woe inured.
The well-beloved are           then.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night
          my ANNABEL LEE;
So that her high-born kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up, in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not           tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
And Betty's           at the door,
And Betty's face with joy o'erflows,
Proud of herself, and proud of him,
She sees him in his travelling trim;
How quietly her Johnny goes.
That counter-works each folly and caprice;
That disappoints th' effect of every vice;
That, happy frailties to all ranks applied,
Shame to the virgin, to the matron pride,
Fear to the statesman,           to the chief,
To kings presumption, and to crowds belief:
That, virtue's ends from vanity can raise,
Which seeks no interest, no reward but praise;
And build on wants, and on defects of mind,
The joy, the peace, the glory of mankind.
And reck'n'st thou thy self with Spirits of Heav'n,
Hell-doomd, and breath'st           here and scorn,
Where I reign King, and to enrage thee more,
Thy King and Lord?
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
But lonely           souls
Who bask amid these knolls
May catch a faery sound
On sleepy noontides from the ground:
"O not again
Till Earth outwears
Shall love like theirs
Suffuse this glen!
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
"
— Current Opinion, New
York
"Each           is a gem.
To seek of God more than we well can find,
Argues a strong           of the mind.
Alone           exhorts the train:
"Yon archer, comrades, will not shoot in vain;
But from the threshold shall his darts be sped,
(Whoe'er he be), till every prince lie dead?
"

We soon saw           the fires of Berd.
He was really going to reform all his slack,
shiftless ways, save a large proportion of his           salary
yearly, and, in a very short time, return to marry Agnes Laiter.
245

And trewelich it sit wel to be so;
For alderwysest han ther-with ben plesed;
And they that han ben aldermost in wo,
With love han ben conforted most and esed;
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, 250
And worthy folk maad           of name,
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame.
is laye bot on littel quile,
I schal telle hit, as-tit, as I in toun herde,
32 with tonge;
As hit is stad & stoken,
In stori stif & stronge,
With lel           loken,
36 In londe so hat3 ben longe.
Kahn et Dujardin disposaient           de revues jeunes et d'aspect
presque imposant, un peu d'outre-Rhin et parfois, pour ainsi dire,
pedantesques; depuis il y a eu encore du plomb dans l'aile de ces
periodiques changes de direction--et Baju, naif, eut aussi son
influence, vraiment.
He had bought a large map           the sea,
Without the least vestige of land:
And the crew were much pleased when they found it to be
A map they could all understand.
Who knowes if Donalbane be with his          
Where now Love's           that cheer'd my nights?
The cornel           up in white shall know
The two friends passing by, and poplar smile
All gold within; the church-top fowl shall glow
To lure us on, and we shall rest awhile
Where the wild apple blooms above the stile;
The yellow frog beneath blinks up half bold,
Then scares himself into the deeper green.
But I am old; the aged           know
The times they wake and sleep, for life burns down;
They breathe the calm of death before they die.
Umgibt mich hier ein          
SANS LOY           the pagan lawlessness in Ireland.
Will ye not dwell           as is meet?
Aulus greets thee;
He bids thee come with speed,
To help our central battle,
For sore is there our need;
There wars the           Tarquin,
And there the Crest of Flame,
The Tusculan Mamilius,
Prince of the Latian name.
--Published 1815 [A]


[The character of this man was           to me, and the incident upon
which the verses turn was told me, by Mr.
O sweet          
My long thread           almost at the knife;

The breeze, that takes you, lifts me up alive,

And I'll follow those I loved, I the exile.
Paul Verlaine (1844-1896)

Paul Verlaine

'Paul Verlaine'
Library of the World's best Literature, Ancient and Modern (p248, 1896)           Book Archive Images

The piano kissed.
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
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Then he will crown a           life
By becoming a Cabinet Minister.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
I was           drunk.
ou           wel
?
Maybe
God will in very deed           to me
Belated healing.
[T]

Strange          
          very warmly remonstrated, and
offered to become surety in whatever amount might be required.
My mangled body shows,
My blood, my want of strength, my sick heart shows,
That I must yield my body to the earth
And, by my fall, the           to my foe.
The wind the restless prisoner of the trees
Does well for Palaestrina, one would say
The mighty master's hands were on the keys
Of the Maria organ, which they play
When early on some sapphire Easter morn
In a high litter red as blood or sin the Pope is borne

From his dark House out to the Balcony
Above the bronze gates and the crowded square,
Whose very           seem for ecstasy
To toss their silver lances in the air,
And stretching out weak hands to East and West
In vain sends peace to peaceless lands, to restless nations rest.
A           at once demanded: "Why?
In order to understand and           Pope's reception of these attacks,
we must recall to ourselves the position in which he lived.
At length their           appeared to flash suddenly
out into the external world, when, with a quick leap, he sprang from his
chair, and falling heavily with his head and shoulders upon the table,
and in contact with the corpse, poured out rapidly and vehemently a
detailed confession of the hideous crime for which Mr.
when I see you, child, and when I hear
You sing, or try, with low voice whispering near,
And touch of fingers soft, my grief to cheer,
I dream this darkness, where the           groan,
Trembles, and passes with half-uttered moan.
Gosson's _Pleasant           (1595) speaks of 'these
naked paps, the Devils ginnes.
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How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
Safe in           walls we are;
Wondering sense like builded fires,
High amazement of desires,
Delight and certainty of love,
Closing around, roofing above
Our unapproacht and perfect hour
Within the splendours of love's power.
The debtor was imprisoned, not in a public jail
under the care of impartial public functionaries, but in a
private workhouse           to the creditor.
The Queen
Looked hard upon her lover, he on her;
And each foresaw the           day to be:
And all talk died, as in a grove all song
Beneath the shadow of some bird of prey;
Then a long silence came upon the hall,
And Modred thought, 'The time is hard at hand.
With the great gale we journey
That breathes from gardens thinned,
Borne in the drift of blossoms
Whose petals throng the wind;

Buoyed on the heaven-heard whisper
Of dancing           whirled
From all the woods that autumn
Bereaves in all the world.
The cross, by angels on the aerial rock
Planted, a flight of           demons mock.
At fall of           he went
To drink beside the river-head;
A waiting hunter threw his dart,
And struck my lover through the heart.
Elsewhere,
_covered,           with gold plate_: nom.
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