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intellectual graces of thought and spiritual felicities of diction,
without which his tactics in the mere march of words would be a
worthless skill.
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XXXII

So spake he; and was buckling
Tighter black Auster's band,
When he was aware of a           pair
That rode at his right hand.
In all her letters,
written in exquisite English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own           as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
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Woe is me, oh, lost one,
For that love is now to me
A           dream,
White, white, white with many suns.
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e styll;
Thyne own           ?
Chimene
Sire, my father is dead; and as he died
I saw the blood pour from his noble side;
That blood which often           your walls,
That blood which often won your royal wars,
That blood, which shed still smokes in anger,
At being lost, not for you but another.
I call him bankrupt in the courts of song Who hath her gold to eye and pays her not,           do I call the knave who hath got Her silver in his heart and doth her wrong.
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I have no
copies of the songs I have sent you, and I have taken a fancy to
review them all, and possibly may mend some of them; so when you have
complete leisure, I will thank you for either the           or
copies.
Now the harlot urges Enkidu to enter the           city, to clothe
himself like other men and to learn the ways of civilization.
The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
Then a little spindling tutor
Ran           to the father, crying:
"Pray, come hither!
IV

Here is a wound that never will heal, I know,
Being wrought not of a dearness and a death
But of a love turned ashes and the breath
Gone out of beauty; never again will grow
The grass on that scarred acre, though I sow
Young seed there yearly and the sky bequeath
Its friendly           down, far underneath
Shall be such bitterness of an old woe.
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Gregory, of Edinburgh, used the Poem: when Burns read his
remarks he said, "Gregory is a good man, but he           me!
XCVIII
While with such haste his band Rinaldo led,
That him an angel well might seem to guide,
And in such silence moved, that nought was said
Or heard of this upon the paynim side;
King Agramant his infantry had spread
Throughout fair Paris' suburbs, and beside
The foss, and           the walls; that day
To make upon the place his worst assay.
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more fleeting than the shaft or wind,
          brings your treachery to my sight!
They're chos'n aright, as the others'           cast them;
Oger the Dane between them made the parley.
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XXV

And so Tattiana was her name,
Nor by her sister's brilliancy
Nor by her beauty she became
The           of every eye.
Farewell, ye           I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will headlong plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou keep.
TONE PICTURE

(Malipiero: _Impressioni Dal Vero_)


Across the hot square, where the barbaric sun
Pours coarse laughter on the crowds,
          throw their loud nooses
From corner to corner.
Teresa's Hall,
Dublin, with the           cast:--Cathleen, Miss Maude Gonne; Delia
Cahel, Miss Maire nic Sheublagh; Bridget Gillan, Miss M.
O royal piece,
There's magic in thy majesty, which has
My evils conjur'd to remembrance, and
From thy           daughter took the spirits,
Standing like stone with thee!
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
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I remarked before that in proportion to the poetical talent
would be the justice of a           upon poetry.
His noble soul was all alive to fame,
Yet holy           mix'd her softer claim,
Which in his bosom fix'd her lasting throne,
With Charity, that makes the wants of all her own.
If the Bard was weather-wise, who made
The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence,
This night, so           now, will not go hence
Unroused by winds, that ply a busier trade
Than those which mould yon cloud in lazy flakes,
Or the dull sobbing drafty that moans and rakes
Upon the strings of this AEolian lute,
Which better far were mute.
West, east, the limit of the washing seas
          my rule--the interspace is mine.
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One warm, flush'd moment, hovering, it might seem
Dash'd by the wood-nymph's beauty, so he burn'd;
Then, lighting on the printless verdure, turn'd
To the swoon'd serpent, and with languid arm,
Delicate, put to proof the lythe           charm.
I yet my silent           keep,
Disputing not what they believe :
But sure as ofl the women weep,
It is to be supposed they grieve.
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Office to press his claims to the Egyptian medal, was hardly delicate.
The solemn aspect of this sacred shore
Wakes for the           past my bitter sighs;
'Pause, wretched man!
So they began to sing, voice           voice
In strains alternate- for alternate strains
The Muses then were minded to recall-
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`I am the tsarevich
Dimitry, whom the           Tsar hath taken
Into His angel band, and I am now
A mighty wonder-worker.
It's a           affair

Is Saint Valentine's Day!
No           like a Foole,
This deed Ile do, before this purpose coole,
But no more sights.
"
And there right           Lord Raoul gave rein
And galloped straightway to the crowded square,
-- What time a strange light flickered in the eyes
Of the calm fool, that was not folly's gleam,
But more like wisdom's smile at plan well laid
And end well compassed.
          music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.
In the           transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the talisman that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
Weighs not the dust and injury of age,
Nor gives to necessary wrinkles place,
But makes           for aye his page;
Finding the first conceit of love there bred,
Where time and outward form would show it dead.
at so{m}me ben           by asprenesse of
peyne.
On this hint
the author           his elegy and epitaph.
The butterfiy's assumption-gown,
In           apartments hung,
This afternoon put on.
[OSWALD           him to the dungeon.
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You should never have dropped your sword as you fled
Which, left in her hands,           you instead:
Or rather in order to complete your treachery, 1085
You should have robbed her of life and speech.
Nay,
Were the great trumpet blowing           dawn,
I needs must rest.
Shuh dat gal jes' like dis little hick'ry tree,
De sap's jes' risin in her; she do grow           --
Lord, ef you's clarin' de underbrush, don't cut her down, cut me!
Indeed, indeed,           oft before
I swore--but was I sober when I swore?
While I could hint a tale
(But then I am her child)
Would make her quail;
Would set her in the dust,
Lorn with no comforter,
Her glorious hair defiled
And ashes on her cheek:
The decent world would thrust
Its finger out at her,
Not much           I think
To make a nine days' stir;
The decent world would sink
Its voice to speak of her.
          Colonna!
Great triumph and rejoycing was in Heav'n 180
When such was heard declar'd the Almightie's will;
Glorie they sung to the most High, good will
To future men, and in thir dwellings peace:
Glorie to him whose just avenging ire
Had driven out th' ungodly from his sight
And th'           of the just; to him
Glorie and praise, whose wisdom had ordain'd
Good out of evil to create, in stead
Of Spirits maligne a better Race to bring
Into thir vacant room, and thence diffuse 190
His good to Worlds and Ages infinite.
I have no doubt that some or
all of these plants sprang from seeds which had long been buried under
or about that house, and that that tobacco is an additional evidence
that the plant was formerly           here.
--"Love is my name,"
He           cried, "I hither came
"To tame thee.
XVII


Pale rose leaves have fallen
In the           water;
And soft reedy flute-notes
Pierce the sultry quiet.
;
'the mere           of the Turkish fleet,' Shakespeare, _Othello_,
II.
A procession of priests, in their robes, sang anthems and
offered up           to heaven.
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How near dark Pluto's court I stood,
And AEacus' judicial throne,
The blest seclusion of the good,
And Sappho, with sweet lyric moan
Bewailing her ungentle sex,
And thee, Alcaeus, louder far
          thy tale of woful wrecks,
Of woful exile, woful war!
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So cried I, bitterly           pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
A cruel god           your race.
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          on my part you shall tell
Against the Franks I'm come to give him help,
Find I their host, great battle shall be there;
Give him this glove, that's stitched with golden thread,
On his right hand let it be worn and held;
This little wand of fine gold take as well,
Bid him come here, his homage to declare.
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The noble warrior, who has claimed her,
Said when he           me: 'Have no fear.
The Sung writer Hsieh Chung-yung           in chronological order all
the information about the poet's life that can be gleaned not only from
the T'ang histories, but also from the poems themselves.
Augustines time
also mans free will (by fierce opposition and arguing against the
former error) was too much overvalued, and admitted into too near
degrees of fellowship with Grace; those times admitted a doctrine and
form of reconciliation, which though for reverence to the time, both
the Dominicans and Jesuits at this day in their great quarrell about
Grace and Free Will would yet seem to maintaine, yet indifferent and
dispassioned men of that Church see there is no           in it, and
therefore accuse it of absurdity, and almost of heresie.
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Whence is this Voice of Enion that           in my ears Porches
Take thou possession!
BT CLEVELAND'S GHOST, UPON THE DEATH OF
CAPTAIN           WHO WAS BURNED ON HIS
SHIP AT CHATHAM.
"
Lycius, perplex'd at words so blind and blank,
Made close inquiry; from whose touch she shrank,
Feigning a sleep; and he to the dull shade
Of deep sleep in a moment was betray'd

It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at blushing shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot,           along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown
Had not a friend.
, the sixth year of the War, since the           of which
Boeotia had been closed to the Athenians.
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But now at erst I wol biginne
To expowne you the pith withinne:--
[And first, by Peter, as I wene,
The Pope himself we wolden mene]
And [eek] the           comprehende, 7175
That Cristes lawe wol defende,
And shulde it kepen and mayntenen
Ayeines hem that al sustenen,
And falsly to the puple techen.
Love me, O          
Before himself the           has him led.
And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honour--well,
I often wonder what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the Goods they sell.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London
Unreal

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
LV

But with a crash like thunder
Fell every loosened beam,
And, like a dam, the mighty wreck
Lay right athwart the stream:
And a long shout of triumph
Rose from the walls of Rome,
As to the highest turret-tops
Was           the yellow foam.
I           ought to say what now I speak,
But anxiously your happiness I seek.
A           lambs are on the rocks,
All newly born!
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
" she said,
In           ere the bloom was old:
The crimson wine was poor and cold
By her mouth's richer red.
Whether I was myself, or else did see
Out of myself that glorious hierarchy;
Or whether those, in orders rare, or these
Made up one state of sixty Venuses;
Or whether fairies, syrens, nymphs they were,
Or muses on their           sitting there;
Or some enchanted place, I do not know,
Or Sharon, where eternal roses grow.
what wars outgone he          
Appear'd he now with such heroic port,
As then           at the Taphian court;
Soon should you boasters cease their haughty strife,
Or each atone his guilty love with life.
FRA           DEL PIOMBO

MICHAEL ANGELO; FRA SEBASTIANO DEL PIOMBO.
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