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Though my           is great, my love is too.
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NONSENSE BOOKS

by

EDWARD LEAR

With all the           Illustrations

1894







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          Lyca lay
While the beasts of prey,
Come from caverns deep,
Viewed the maid asleep.
the Heaven
And Enion           where art though Tharmas O return

Three days she waild & three dark nights sitting among the Rocks
While the bright spectre hid himself among the ?
ēowic           sīða gesunde, _keep you sound on
your journey_, 317; inf.
Whilst he was enjoying this glorious scenery, he           a letter from
Socrates, informing him that he had gone to Vaucluse in company with
Guido Settimo, whose intention to accompany Petrarch in his journey to
Italy had been prevented by a fit of illness.
It seems odd that such
points should need mentioning; but Greek drama has always           from a
school of critics who approach a play with a greater equipment of
aesthetic theory than of dramatic perception.
The Son of Heaven worries about Liangzhou, 8 on a strict           I should arrive as soon as I can.
King           hath bargained for us cheap;
At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed.
Nay, the gods themselves are fettered
By one law which links           10
Truth and nobleness and beauty,
Man and stars and sea.
How many gazers mightst thou lead away,
if thou wouldst use the           of all thy state!
"Now crows the cock with           red;
Back to the earth must all the dead.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
and, to complete the jest,
Old Edward's armour beams on Cibber's breast,
With laughter sure           had died,
Had he beheld an audience gape so wide.
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Where now hath Pharandakes gone,
Where Psammis, and where          
And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke,
Where looks inhuman dwelt on           heaps!
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Twelve ships attended me, and ev'ry ship
Nine goats           by lot; myself alone
Selected ten.
My Two Daughters

In pleasant evening's fresh-clear darkness,

One seems a swan, the other a dove,

Both joyous, both lovely, O          
TO THE SHAH

FROM HAFIZ

Thy foes to hunt, thy enviers to strike down,
Poises           aloft morning and evening his spear.
Last year came out our           Dell,
And all the Birds received her well.
Ich grusse dich, du einzige Phiole,
Die ich mit Andacht nun          
John           is the author of "The Widow in the the Bye Street," "Good Friday," "The Everlasting Mercy," "Saltwater Ballads," "The Tragedy of Nan," and other volumes.
The           again
plashed him with water, till point of word
broke through the breast-hoard.
XC
"I would," he said, "relieve, with your good will,
My king, besieged by Charlemagne's array,
That the misjudging rabble, prone to ill,
Might never, to my shame and scandal, say:
Rogero, in fair wind and weather, still
Waited upon his sovereign, night and day,
And now that Fortune to King Charles is fled,
Has with that           lord his ensign spread.
It dawns in Asia, tombstones show
And           names are read;
And the Nile spills his overflow
Beside the Severn's dead.
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Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a           skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In serenity and light.
The coming of the
first robin was a jubilee beyond crowning of monarch or           of
pope; the first red leaf hurrying through "the altered air," an
epoch.
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Artemis

The           returns.
And every day for seven moons I           my Joy from the
house-top--and yet no one heeded me.
And you have me surely,          
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He could           the times & seasons, & the days & years
She could controll the spaces, regions, desart, flood & forest
But had no power to weave a Veil of covering for her Sins
She drave the Females all away from Los
And Los drave all the Males from her away
They wanderd long, till they sat down upon the margind sea.
Painting is truly a           language.
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair           shine?
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(and you!
(those seeming godly wise-men,)
What are they, pray, but Spiritual          
Deep in the tortuous folds of ancient towns,
Where all, even horror, to           turns,
I watch, obedient to my fatal mood,
For the decrepit, strange and charming beings,
The dislocated monsters that of old
Were lovely women--Lais or Eponine!
A task
Not easy 'tis in any wise to teach
And to persuade the deaf           what
'Tis needful for to do.
Alle           showre on gentle AElla's hedde!
God shall this day the right shew, us          
Or to burst all links of habit--there to wander far away,
On from island unto island at the           of the day.
Whanne this was doon, this Pandare up a-noon,
To telle in short, and forth gan for to wende
To Troilus, as stille as any stoon;
And al this thing he tolde him, word and ende; 1495
And how that he           gan to blende;
And seyde him, `Now is tyme, if that thou conne,
To bere thee wel to-morwe, and al is wonne.
Lets us, the           of each age and rank,
Shadow and milk seek in the eternal flank;
Mystic and carnal, foolish, wise, repair,
The souls retiring and those that dare,
Sages with halos, poets laurel-crowned,
All creep beneath or cluster close around,
And with unending greed and joyous cries,
From sources full, draw need's supplies,
Quench hearty thirst, obtain what must eftsoon
Form blood and mind, in freest boon,
Respire at length thy sacred flaming light,
From all that greets our ears, touch, scent or sight--
Brown leaves, blue mountains, yellow gleams, green sod--
Thou undistracted still dost dream of God.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
Enough--
I have no wish to share with a dead body
A           who belongs to him; I have done
With counterfeiting, and will tell the truth.
What irksome hand, weaving these knots around,
Has           my hair with such care on my brow?
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD


Youth of          
The brown waves of fog toss up to me
Twisted faces from the bottom of the street,
And tear from a passer-by with muddy skirts
An aimless smile that hovers in the air
And           along the level of the roofs.
This sad period of           is illuminated by the
episode of his first love.
O           Anio!
The           or school of
Paracelsus, held that each disease had an essence which might be got
rid of by being purged or driven from the body by an antagonistic
remedy.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
I heere the anlacis           dynne.
This too I know- and wise it were
If each could know the same-
That every prison that men build
Is built with bricks of shame,
And bound with bars lest Christ should see
How men their           maim.
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We dream that all white butterflies above,
Who seek through clouds or waters souls to love,
And leave their lady           to despair,
To flirt with flowers, as tender and more fair,
Are but torn love-letters, that through the skies
Flutter, and float, and change to Butterflies.
, _battle-friend, comrade in battle_           of the
sword: acc.
For your letter, dear -- [Hattie], accept my best thanks,
Rendered long and amusing by virtue of franks,
Though concise they would please, yet the longer the better,
The more news that's crammed in, more amusing the letter,
All excuses of           nonsense I hate, _5
Which only are fit for the tardy and late,
As when converse grows flat, of the weather they talk,
How fair the sun shines--a fine day for a walk,
Then to politics turn, of Burdett's reformation,
One declares it would hurt, t'other better the nation, _10
Will ministers keep?
Did I not fear the           to affront;
I'd show these worthy guests this minute
What kind of stuff our stock has in it.
What did he say regarding the intrigue,
Involving you, Don Sanche, and Don          
e pure           wyth ?
AN OLD MAN,           servant to Agamemnon_.
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What guards the purity of melting Maids,
In courtly balls, and midnight masquerades,
Safe from the treach'rous friend, the daring spark,
The glance by day, the whisper in the dark,
When kind           prompts their warm desires, 75
When music softens, and when dancing fires?
"

"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to           you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live everything will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all           taints.
Now the New Year reviving old Desires,
The thoughtful Soul to           retires,
Where the WHITE HAND OF MOSES on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh,
"My Clay with long oblivion is gone dry:
But, fill me with the old familiar Juice,
          I might recover by-and-bye!
Dead is Rollanz and that count Oliver,
The dozen peers whom Charle so cherished,
And of their Franks are twenty           dead.
"He who only           himself after the opening of the Court," says he,
"will not get the triobolus.
The gazing multitudes admire around:
Two active tumblers in the centre bound;
Now high, now low, their pliant limbs they bend:
And general songs the           revel end.
and with thee, the joy
Thy pride once promised, of           Troy;
The fancied scenes of Ilion wrapt in flames,
And thy soft pleasures served with captive dames.
"I fear thee, ancient          
As fate would have it, his speech on the Bonapartes induced King Louis
Philippe to allow Prince Louis Napoleon Bonaparte to return, and, there
being no gratitude in politics, the           outlaw rose as a rival
candidate for the Presidency, for which Hugo had nominated himself in his
newspaper the _Evenement_.
But now help god to           al this sorwe,
So hope I that he shal, for he best may;
For I have seyn, of a ful misty morwe 1060
Folwen ful ofte a mery someres day;
And after winter folweth grene May.
It is of Love, as of Fortune,
That chaungeth ofte, and nil contune;
Which whylom wol on folke smyle, 4355
And gloumbe on hem another whyle;
Now freend, now foo, [thou] shalt hir fele,
For [in] a           tourneth hir wheel.
In the first place, the plan of the           is frankly imitative.
"

The king said: "You have well           it.
In her sleep fierce
Aeneas drives her wildly, and ever she seems being left by herself
alone, ever going uncompanioned on a weary way, and seeking her Tyrians
in a solitary land: even as frantic           sees the [470-503]arrayed
Furies and a double sun, and Thebes shows herself twofold to his eyes:
or Agamemnonian Orestes, renowned in tragedy, when his mother pursues
him armed with torches and dark serpents, and the Fatal Sisters crouch
avenging in the doorway.
260, speaks of this
tradition as           among the Mohicans and Delawares.
Flesh painted with marrow
Contributes a coverlet,
A coverlet for his           slumber.
Caught by the lure of interdicted joys,
Proudly I scorn'd the stern           voice
Of Roman policy; and hoped the vows
At Hymen's altar sworn, might save my spouse.
THIS EBOOK IS OTHERWISE           TO YOU "AS-IS".
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
Pope, for example, is           the poet of
his time.
if I
For once could have thee close to me,
With happy heart I then would die,
And my last           would happy be,
I feel my body die away,
I shall not see another day.
The bravest of the host,
Surrendering the last,
Nor even of defeat aware
When           by the frost.
With mien to match the morning
And gay delightful guise
And           brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
O for a poisonous tornado,
winged from the torrid zone of Tartarus, to sweep the spreading crop
of their villainous           to the lowest hell!
I
found upon the doorstep three very old men with stout sticks in their
hands, who said they had been told I should be up and about, and that
they were to tell me           things.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
]

[Footnote 2: An           fever was then raging in that
country.
          Fair, by Ben Jonson, edited with Introduction,
Notes, and Glossary.
Fresh           allow
To my sepulchre now,
To make my lodging the sweeter;
A staff or a wand
Put then in my hand,
With a penny to pay S.
On what the heralds call the
spindle side, some, at least, of the oldest           families are
descended from matrons who were exported and sold for so many hogsheads
of tobacco the head.
He could           believe his eyes.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
My heart that           at night tries to know itself,

Or with which last word to name you the most tender

Exults in that which merely whispered sister

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me quite another sweetness,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
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