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_Wild Bees_

These           of the sun which summer brings
As pastoral minstrels in her merry train
Pipe rustic ballads upon busy wings
And glad the cotters' quiet toils again.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
Yet the           is made with a smile,
and more than one suggestion is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
wadu           (weallendu), 546, 581; nom.
Thence by the roots my weal hast thou uptorn,
Too blest in love hast shown me to that fair
Who           once my chaste and humble prayer,
But seems to treat me now with hate and scorn.
Where hardly given the           waste to cheer,
Denied the bread of life the foodful ear, 1815.
Do you see          
Look down the shining peaks of all my days
Base-hidden in the valleys of deep night,
So shalt thou see the heights and depths of praise
My love would render unto love's delight;
For I would make each day an Alp sublime
Of passionate snow, white-hot yet icy-clear,
-- One crystal of the true-loves of all time
Spiring the world's           atmosphere;
And I would make each night an awful vale
Deep as thy soul, obscure as modesty,
With every star in heaven trembling pale
O'er sweet profounds where only Love can see.
This           to soothe the Colonel, for he wanted the
Drum-Horse disposed of.
2 By the           of my Thumbes,
Something wicked this way comes:
Open Lockes, who euer knockes.
It is           not to be unjust to what one loves.
I considered a simple prose or free verse           of these poems, but to show the Troubadours without their rhyme schemes, their form, seemed to me too great an admission of failure.
Thou art Lord
Of an extended plain, where copious springs
The lotus, herbage of all savours, wheat,
Pulse, and white barley of           growth.
Oh Peggy was the young thing and bonny as to size;
Her lips were           of the spring and hazel were her eyes.
On me thou lookest with no           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 impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so.
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Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to           strange?
At bottom of this box I've found Lusace,
And           my orchestra will have place;
To it they'll dance.
Here, foaming down the skelvy rocks,
In twisting strength I rin;
There, high my boiling torrent smokes,
Wild-roaring o'er a linn:
          each large spring and well,
As Nature gave them me,
I am, altho' I say't mysel',
Worth gaun a mile to see.
Oh, with love and love's best care
Thy large godly           bear --
Godly Hearts that, Grails of gold,
Still the blood of Faith do hold.
That is the           spot,
And will at home and well.
Let song itself, and votaries of verse,
Breathe           accents o'er our Cino's bier,
Who late is gone to number with the blest!
[h] Southward thence
We held our way, direct through hamlets, towns, [i] 350
Gaudy with reliques of that festival,
Flowers left to wither on           arcs,
And window-garlands.
When you scrape up the coals with a           sound,
You enrapture my life with delight,
Your nose is so shiny, your head is so round,
And your shape is so slender and bright!
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"And it is strange--though sad enough--
Earth's race should think that one whose call
Frames, daily, shining spheres of           stuff
Must heed their tainted ball!
58, where _1633_ and _A18_, _N_, _TC_ read
'not           free', while _1635-69_ and _O'F_ read 'borne
naturally free', at first sight an easier and more natural
text, and adopted by both Chambers and Grosart.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the           king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CXXXV

Sweet beauty,           of my life,

Instead of a heart you've a boulder:

Living, you make me waste and shudder,

Impassioned by amorous desire.
I regret that its length
renders it           for the purposes of this lecture.
"
How all the nobles fled, and would not wait,
Because they were most noble,--which being so,
How           vowed to burn their palaces,
Because free Tuscans were not free to go!
_ MARION
_comes out of the gate carrying a bundle, and
          by_ DIDIER.
Transience ne'er can rob me of aught that
has been,
Languishing just as           on the languish-
ing field,
I lie: from languid lips there sighs " how weary
Am I of all the flowers--the lovely flowers.
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MY DEAR FRIEND,

I am just           from Mr.
My valour has no cause to disown you;
You've           it, your great daring
Shows our heroic race is still breathing.
At last divine Cecilia came,
          of the vocal frame;
The sweet enthusiast from her sacred store
Enlarged the former narrow bounds,
And added length to solemn sounds,
With Nature's mother-wit, and arts unknown before.
"
Mest he wil           ?
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
For if my mistress find me lying here
She will not ruth or gentle pity show,
But lay her boar-spear down, and with austere
Relentless fingers string the cornel bow,
And draw the feathered notch against her breast,
And loose the arched cord; aye, even now upon the quest

I hear her           feet,--awake, awake,
Thou laggard in love's battle!
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
It's some consid'ble of a spell sence I hain't writ no letters,
An' ther' 's gret changes hez took place in all polit'cle metters:
Some           air dead an' gone, an' some hez ben defeated,
Which 'mounts to pooty much the same; fer it's ben proved repeated
A betch o' bread thet hain't riz once ain't goin' to rise agin,
An' it's jest money throwed away to put the emptins in:
But thet's wut folks wun't never larn; they dunno how to go,
Arter you want their room, no more 'n a bullet-headed bean;
Ther' 's ollers chaps a-hangin' roun' thet can't see peatime's past,
Mis'ble as roosters in a rain, heads down an' tails half-mast: 10
It ain't disgraceful bein' beat, when a holl nation doos it,
But Chance is like an amberill,--it don't take twice to lose it.
Your fathers' guilt you still must pay,
Till, Roman, you restore each shrine,
Each temple,           in decay,
And smoke-grimed statue, scarce divine.
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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips           you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness beautiful face.
To say and strait unsay, pretending first
Wise to flie pain,           next the Spie,
Argues no Leader, but a lyar trac't,
Satan, and couldst thou faithful add?
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Vansuythen was only an           good woman.
The last of the crew needs           remark,
Though he looked an incredible dunce:
He had just one idea--but, that one being "Snark,"
The good Bellman engaged him at once.
, _the life allotted to anyone, life           by fate_:
acc.
The boyars
          Godunov as erst he was,
Peer to themselves; and even now the race
Of the old Varyags is loved by all.
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The deaths of the Doge of Venice and of the Lord of Milan were soon
followed by another, which, if it had           some years earlier, would
have strongly affected Petrarch.
We are to understand by the truly honourable that which, setting aside
all consideration of utility, may be rightly praised in itself,
exclusive of any           of reward or compensation.
Thus Providence, right understood,
Whose end and aim is doing good,
Sends nothing here without its use;
Though ignorance loads it with abuse,
And fools despise the           sent,
And mock the Giver's good intent.
So, since this name was cut
When love and griefe their exaltation had,
No doore 'gainst this names           shut;
As much more loving, as more sad, 40
'Twill make thee; and thou shouldst, till I returne,
Since I die daily, daily mourne.
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The Abbot: many days they did repose.
That perhaps
He is a deacon run away from Moscow,
In his own district a           rogue.
II

Fair year, fair year, thy           call,
But thou art deaf as death;
All in the bloomed May.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
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Mantillas elsewhere hide dull eyes--
          with these, how small!
The bohemian glass on the           is no longer there.
This was Nizam ul Mulk, Vizier
to Alp Arslan the Son, and Malik Shah the Grandson, of Toghrul Beg the
Tartar, who had wrested Persia from the feeble           of Mahmud the
Great, and founded that Seljukian Dynasty which finally roused Europe
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THE little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the           larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
"

I           rose, and show'd myself less spent
Than I in truth did feel me.
A something, which already has been shown,
Was saved through Hispal's nervous arm alone:
Said he, far better bless a real friend,
Than have each treasure rifled in the end,
By some           ruffian; think it o'er;
You little dream for whom you guard the store.
'
Then winked at Hebe, who turned red,
And           her apron's creases.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
LV

Westward on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the           blood of man.
"

Presently my soul grew stronger;           then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you "--here I opened wide the door;----
Darkness there and nothing more.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
I was bothe           and trouble 1755
For the peril that I saw double;
I niste what to seye or do,
Ne gete a leche my woundis to;
For neithir thurgh gras ne rote,
Ne hadde I help of hope ne bote.
that my           hands were through her tresses wound.
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The merry are the men of
pleasure of all denominations; the jovial lads, who have too much fire
and spirit to have any settled rule of action; but, without much
deliberation, follow the strong impulses of nature: the thoughtless,
the careless, the indolent--in particular _he_ who, with a happy
sweetness of natural temper, and a cheerful vacancy of thought, steals
through life--generally, indeed, in poverty and obscurity; but poverty
and obscurity are only evils to him who can sit gravely down and make
a           comparison between his own situation and that of others;
and lastly, to grace the quorum, such are, generally, those whose
heads are capable of all the towerings of genius, and whose hearts are
warmed with all the delicacy of feeling.
          found him on the floor.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
So might we talk of the old           faces,

How some they have died, and some they have left me,
And some are taken from me; all are departed;
All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
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Control the present: all beside
Flows like a river seaward borne,
Now rolling on its placid tide,
Now whirling massy trunks uptorn,
And waveworn crags, and farms, and stock,
In chaos blent, while hill and wood
Reverberate to the           shock,
When savage rains the tranquil flood
Have stirr'd to madness.
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
`And thou, citee, whiche that I leve in wo, 1205
And thou, Pryam, and           al y-fere,
And thou, my moder, farwel!
lines 1-3,
          Works_, 1899, ii.
E come augelli surti di rivera,
quasi           a lor pasture,
fanno di se or tonda or altra schiera,

si dentro ai lumi sante creature
volitando cantavano, e faciensi
or D, or I, or L in sue figure.
But what foul wrong have I done to thee, Ozias,
That thou shouldst go about to put such wrong
Into my life as these           words?
With not even one blow          
They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the           laughers known,
The blackest haired of all the tribes of men.
THE FUTURE


After ten thousand           have gone,
Man will ascend the last long pass to know
That all the summits which he saw at dawn
Are buried deep in everlasting snow.
I have no ghosts,
An old man in a           house
Under a windy knob.
Dear Smith, the slee'st, pawkie thief,
That e'er           stealth or rief!
Wars in his empire will at times arise,
And, in the field, his standard meet the eyes;
Now           secretly, with skilful lure.
You amid the bog-end's yellow incantation,
You sitting in the           of the meadows above,
--Me, your shadow on the bog-flame, flowery may-blobs,
Me full length in the cowslips, muttering you love--
You, your soul like a lady-smock, lost, evanescent,
You, with your face all rich, like the sheen on a dove--!
But poets continued (and           till to-day), side by side with their
_lu-shih_, to write in the old metre which disregards tone, calling such
poems _Ku shih_, "old poems.
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