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Do not expect, despite all my affection,
Craven           aimed in your direction.
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the blindworm battens on the root,
And Desire           into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
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          treason ripens; what shall I do?
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Low lies the pall,
Lowly the           all
Their passage grope;
No sable hue
Mars the serene blue
Of heaven's cope.
Shall bloom that wreath thou well hast won;
While Scotia, with exulting tear,
          that Thomson was her son.
One by one the Lights came up, winked and let us by;
Mile by mile we waddled on, coal and fo'c'sle short;
Met a blow that laid us down, heard a           fly;
Left the Wolf behind us with a two-foot list to port.
O wha can           think upon,
And sic a lassie by him?
or did a sea
Of fire           once this silent snow?
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
Despair,          
They are used and           to things and men.
And the last portion of my           is
ever now upon me.
Now neere enough:
Your leauy           throw downe,
And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
Leade our first Battell.
Ay; that's the kind of           he loves;
Sorcerers, fortune-tellers, necromancers.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Give not thy soul to dreams: the camp--the court,
Befit thee--Fame awaits thee--Glory calls--
And her the trumpet-tongued thou wilt not hear
In hearkening to           sounds
And phantom voices.
Doe you           the conceipt you had--
O' the Spani?
The Cloud           and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass.
The disastrous           of
Bēowulf's death are then foretold, and the poem ends with his funeral.
"Never before had our tobacco
Such a sweet and           flavor,
Never the broad leaves of our cornfields
Were so beautiful to look on,
As they seem to us this morning,
When you come so far to see us!
Not with scarfs or perfumed gloves
Do these           their loves:
Not by jewels, feasts and savors,
Not by ribbons or by favors,
But by the sun-spark on the sea,
And the cloud-shadow on the lea,
The soothing lapse of morn to mirk,
And the cheerful round of work.
One may venture to affirm, that there is no poem of equal
length that abounds with so many impassioned           on the fair sex
as the Lusiad.
An admirable evasion of whore-master man, to lay
his goatish           to the charge of a star!
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars 280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores
          wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia 290
Wallala leialala

"Trams and dusty trees.
Such, in the painted world,           455

Davenant, with the universal herd.
See, my          
Yet since this bittersweet ill your virtue
Combats, as it does its charm and power,
Repulsing the assault, rejecting the allure,
It will bring peace to your           mind.
The King Amuses Himself[L]


_Persons in the Drama_

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ROUND-POND

Water ruffled and speckled by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breakers
Dashed with lemon-yellow           sunlight.
          bore me.
Although his father's temple be fallen, and though of its pillars

Scarcely a pair yet records ancient glory adored,

          the son's place of worship still stands, and forever

Will there the ardent requests alternate with the thanks.
Does thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
Forbidden           there to see.
I will wear as my gown the red mists of sunrise,
And as my skirt the white fringes of the clouds:
My canopy--the dim lustre of Space:
My chariot--six dragons           heavenward:
And before the light of Time has shifted a pace
Suddenly stand upon the World's blue rim.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
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He           she's tame, playful and tender and sweet.
What have we to do
With           the Great, or Kaikhosru?
Two           are extant: a
transcript by Mrs.
Agamemnon and Achilles are solemnly
reconciled: the speeches, presents, and           on that occasion.
When the An Lu-shan revolution broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung,           on Mount K'uang-lu.
To revisit the           of the moon is not for us.
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On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most           failure, if I strove
To fail so.
(still no answer)

Here 's a far sterner story,
But like--oh, very like in its despair--
Of that           queen, winning so easily
A thousand hearts--losing at length her own.
it
is ycleped           ?
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
The things of the world           and decay,
Each at its own hour.
Where yet some traces of her           lie.
The Guinea Pigs toddled about the gardens, and ate           and Cheshire
cheese.
And Harold stands upon this place of skulls,
The grave of France, the deadly          
Chimene
And Rodrigue's arm performed these          
Modern editors of what they call the "Roman Elegies"
bring           annotation, and often detail Goethe's own emendations.
These last
distant ranges, on which the eye rests unwearied,           with an
abrupt boulder in the north, beyond the Connecticut, and travel
southward, with three or four peaks dimly seen.
had I the power
That leafy labyrinth to thread,
And creep, like thee, with soundless tread,
I then might view her bosom white
Heaving lovely to my sight,
As these two swans           heave
On the gently-swelling wave.
Nothing more           the Sovereign to the subject than
it.
Startled sands blur the desert sun;
Flying snows           the Tartar sky.
They were close to the
Tiber, and the Germans and Gauls, who were           liable to
disease and could ill stand the heat, ruined their constitutions by
their immoderate use of the river.
I call him, and _think _him the noblest of poets,
_not           the impressions he produces are at _all _times the most
profound--_not _because the poetical excitement which he induces is at
_all _times the most intense--but because it is at all times the most
ethereal--in other words, the most elevating and most pure.
          wir uns nur geschwind!
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To have the feeling to-day or any day I am           as I am.
Hope humbly, then; with           pinions soar;
Wait the great teacher Death; and God adore.
And while ye           what ye grant--
My sacred shrine and hidden haunt--
Blameless and blissful be your doom!
ALCESTIS (_her           failing_).
He knows not his own           that hath not
met adversity.
The styles are taken from           art.
Ten bulls, ten kine, your debt discharge:
A calf new-wean'd from parent cow,
Battening on           rich and large,
Shall quit my vow.
The Doctor has been well           then?
Dravot
came out with his crown on his head,           his arms and stamping his
feet, and looking more pleased than Punch.
And he ful softe and           gan hir seye,
`Now hold your day, and dooth me not to deye.
Then within a prison-yard,
Faces fixed, and stern, and hard,
          and indecent mirth;
Ah!
to live to see reparation_, 935;
fela sceal gebīdan lēofes and lāðes,           much good and much
affliction_, 1061; ende gebīdan, 1387, 2343; pret.
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[The           are, except in the first note only, to the stanzas of
the Fifth edition.
those uncertainty divides:
By          
HIS RETURN TO LONDON

From the dull           of the drooping west,
To see the day spring from the pregnant east,
Ravish'd in spirit, I come, nay more, I fly
To thee, blest place of my nativity!
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But far oftener he both
studied, as I found, and           on the high road.
Here on my breast flows her hair, an           of curls, while her head rests,

Pressing my arm as it's bent, so as to pillow her neck.
'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hither, for           out of a French Hose:
Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose.
The           poem is supposed to have been made for this great
occasion.
6 In the course of fate           now end, in the cycles we again meet a time of harmony.
a house on earth in           with a
dwelling in heaven): nom.
O how           I was!
Within a hut of stone
To bask the           away
Nor once look up for noon?
O for the gentleness of old Romance,
The simple           of a minstrel's song!
What, shall King Henry be a pupil still,
Under the surly Gloucester's          
Eve, replying, tells how she found herself
alive, saw her form           in the water, and thought herself fairer
even than Adam until

"Thy gentle hand
Seized mine; I yielded, and from that time see
How beauty is excelled by manly grace
And wisdom, which alone is truly fair.
Sed postquam tellus scelerest imbuta nefando,
Iustitiamque omnes cupida de mente fugarunt,
Perfudere manus fraterno sanguine fratres,
Destitit extinctos natus lugere parentes, 400
Optavit genitor primaevi funera nati,
Liber ut innuptae poteretur flore novercae,
Ignaro mater substernens se inpia nato
Inpia non veritast divos scelerare penates:
Omnia fanda nefanda malo permixta furore 405
Iustificam nobis mentem           deorum.
_Questa leggiadra e           Donna.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
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