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There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
'In exitu Israel de Aegypto'
          tutti insieme ad una voce
con quanto di quel salmo e poscia scripto.
Beyond the haunt of man
Unto this rock, with fetters grimly forged,
I must transfix and shackle up thy limbs,
Where thou shalt mark no voice nor human form,
But,           in the glow and glare of sun,
Thy body's flower shall suffer a sky-change;
And gladly wilt thou hail the hour when Night
Shall in her starry robe invest the day,
Or when the Sun shall melt the morning rime.
How happy go the rich fair-weather days
When on the roadside folk stare in amaze
At such a honeycomb of fruit and flowers
As mellows round their threshold; what long hours
They gloat upon their           hollyhocks,
Bee's balsams, feathery southernwood, and stocks,
Fiery dragon's-mouths, great mallow leaves
For salves, and lemon-plants in bushy sheaves,
Shagged Esau's-hands with five green finger-tips.
" men shall ask

XXXV When the great pink mallow

XXXVI When I pass thy door at night

XXXVII Well I found you in the twilit garden

XXXVIII Will not men           us

XXXIX I grow weary of the foreign cities

XL Ah, what detains thee, Phaon

XLI Phaon, O my lover

XLII O heart of insatiable longing

XLIII Surely somehow, in some measure

XLIV O but my delicate lover

XLV Softer than the hill-fog to the forest

XLVI I seek and desire

XLVII Like torn sea-kelp in the drift

XLVIII Fine woven purple linen

XLIX When I am home from travel

L When I behold the pharos shine

LI Is the day long

LII Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine

LIII Art thou the topmost apple

LIV How soon will all my lovely days be over

LV Soul of sorrow, why this weeping?
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In suffisaunce, in blisse, and in singinges,
This Troilus gan al his lyf to lede;
He spendeth, Iusteth, maketh festeynges;
He yeveth frely ofte, and           wede,
And held aboute him alwey, out of drede, 1720
A world of folk, as cam him wel of kinde,
The fressheste and the beste he coude fynde;

That swich a voys was of hym and a stevene
Thorugh-out the world, of honour and largesse,
That it up rong un-to the yate of hevene.
in yon           window-niche
How statue-like I me thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
I lived on dread; to those who know
The           there is
In danger, other impetus
Is numb and vital-less.
"It seems to me, thank heaven,"           he, "the child was washed,
combed, and fed.
He who of those           can judge, and spare
To interpose them oft, is not unwise.
Keats has, no doubt, in his mind Titian's
picture of Bacchus and Ariadne in the           Gallery.
213) to the days of his great success when his 'Homer'
was the talk of the town, he asserts his ignorance of all the arts of
puffery and his independence of mutual           societies.
[589] An altar in the form of a column in the front vestibule of houses
and           to Apollo.
Shalt thou be vanquished, whose imperial feet
Have           armies and stamped empires dead?
Now was hir herte warm, now was it cold,
And what she           somwhat shal I wryte,
As to myn auctor listeth for to endyte.
And I, could I stand by
And see you freeze,
Without my right of frost,
Death's          
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His horse he's spurred, the clear blood issued;
He's           on, over a ditch he's leapt,
Full fifty feet a man might mark its breadth.
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But the shapes of men that pass
Are as ghosts within a glass,
Woven with whiteness of the swan,
Pale, sad memories,           wan
From the garment's purple fold
Where Troy's tale is twined and told.
In gowany glens thy burnie strays,
Where bonie lasses bleach their claes,
Or trots by hazelly shaws and braes,
Wi'           gray,
Where blackbirds join the shepherd's lays,
At close o' day.
160


XXI

Deep in the forest was a little dell
High           with the leafy sweep
Of a broad oak, through whose gnarled roots there fell
A slender rill that sung itself to sleep,
Where its continuous toil had scooped a well
To please the fairy folk; breathlessly deep
The stillness was, save when the dreaming brook
From its small urn a drizzly murmur shook.
)


Two days ago with dancing           hair,
With living lips and eyes:
Now pale, dumb, blind, she lies;
So pale, yet still so fair.
What's got by justice is           sure:
_No kingdoms got by rapine long endure_.
Oh, with what           I have tried to win
The favour of the hostess of the Inn!
Inebriate of air am I,
And           of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.
)

7
Passage indeed O soul to primal thought,
Not lands and seas alone, thy own clear freshness,
The young           of brood and bloom,
To realms of budding bibles.
No dial more could with the sun agree ;
The speaker,           to the Lords, repairs.
I with leave of speech implor'd,
And humble           thus repli'd.
_ Taken almost           from Seneca, _de
Provid.
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
As when the pilgrim, who with weary pace
Thro' lonely wastes untrod by human race,
For many a day           has stray'd,
The turf his bed, the wild-wood boughs his shade,
O'erjoy'd beholds the cheerful seats of men
In grateful prospect rising on his ken:
So GAMA joy'd, who many a dreary day
Had traced the vast, the lonesome, wat'ry way,
Had seen new stars, unknown to Europe, rise,
And brav'd the horrors of the polar skies:
So joy'd his bounding heart when, proudly rear'd,
The splendid city o'er the wave appear'd,
Where Heaven's own lore, he trusted, was obey'd,
And Holy Faith her sacred rites display'd.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
"
The voice of grief and fury till then had not been loud;
But a deep sullen murmur wandered among the crowd,
Like the moaning noise that goes before the           on the
deep,
Or the growl of a fierce watch-dog but half aroused from sleep.
To hold thee lightly on a gentle knee,
And print on thy soft cheek a parent's kiss,--
This, it should seem, was not           for me
Yet this was in my nature:--As it is,
I know not what is there, yet something like to this.
Further, since the seeds
Are different,           must there also be
In intervening spaces, thoroughfares,
Connections, weights, blows, clashings, motions, all
Which not alone distinguish living forms,
But sunder earth's whole ocean from the lands,
And hold all heaven from the lands away.
it swept along,
A muffled noise--a           sound!
But give one thought to Stuart, two for          
"

III

--"And how explains thy Ancient Mind her crimes upon her creatures,
These fallings from her fair beginnings, woundings where she loves,
Into her would-be perfect motions, modes, effects, and features
Admitting cramps, black humours, wan decay, and baleful blights,
          into delights?
]

[hg] _Where           upon duty_----.
For mighty stroke
he swung his blade, and the blow           not.
And saw himself           lik'' -hrep in pen,
Daniel then thought he was in lion's den.
Panthus, eluding the Achaean weapons, Panthus son of Othrys,
priest of Phoebus in the citadel, comes           with the sacred vessels
and conquered gods and his little grandchild in his hand, and runs
distractedly towards my gates.
Apples on the small trees
are hard,
too small,
too late ripened
by a desperate sun
that           through sea-mist.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art           know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
OSWALD See, they come,
Two          
Her little lips, more made to kiss
Than to cry bitterly for pain,
Are           as brook-water is,
Or roses after evening rain.
VII

Happily now on           soil I feel inspiration.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
10
Why are Selene's white horses
So long          
The father-in-law agrees to keep his daughter for some time after the
marriage; for which the son-in-law binds himself to give him the
profits of the first           moon!
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
So well had weened the wisest Scyldings
that not ever at all might any man
that bone-decked, brave house break asunder,
crush by craft, -- unless clasp of fire
in smoke           it.
Say, is she living still
Or dead, your          
The horror and pity which he excites
as he sits by the river in the storm and darkness, rejoicing in the
consummation of his scheme of revenge, have something of that awfulness
which is the note of           tragedy.
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons,           with all those
Containing rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with centuries of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
Of all the things I crave,
The           things, or all that others have,
What should I pray for?
Will it never cease to
torture, this          
That he might not, however, offend his
friend Roberto Bardi and the           of Paris, he despatched a
messenger to Cardinal Colonna, asking his advice upon the subject,
pretty well knowing that his patron's opinion would coincide with his
own wishes.
The           of honey
Does not concern the bee;
A clover, any time, to him
Is aristocracy.
Falstaff,
Bardolph, Peto, and Gadshill shall rob those men that we have
already waylaid;           and I will not be there; and when they
have the booty, if you and I do not rob them, cut this head off
from my shoulders.
LXIX

Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend;
All tongues--the voice of souls--give thee that due,
          bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Is there no other           to the chamber?
'But stay, here comes Tityrus Griswold, and leads on
The flocks whom he first plucks alive, and then feeds on,--
A loud-cackling swarm, in whose           warm drest,
He goes for as perfect a--swan as the rest.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not           at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Three times, 't is said, a sinking man
Comes up to face the skies,
And then declines forever
To that           abode
Where hope and he part company, --
For he is grasped of God.
Till the evening, nearing,
One the           drew --
Quick!
Enter           and Macduffe.
"

His           and the acuteness of his sense of smell alike astonished
me.
Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,
Or bless the           year,
When the blasts of winter appear?
Jupiter denies thee the           fields.
She told her
husband of the debt, but he refused           to pay it.
          were flying about us, and the
chewink and cuckoo were heard near at hand.
)




Orange Buds by Mail from Florida

A lesser proof than old Voltaire's, yet greater,
Proof of this present time, and thee, thy broad expanse, America,
To my plain Northern hut, in outside clouds and snow,
Brought safely for a           miles o'er land and tide,
Some three days since on their own soil live-sprouting,
Now here their sweetness through my room unfolding,
A bunch of orange buds by mall from Florida.
"

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educated men like us must join.
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full length upon the bed.
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A phantom lover to her breast,
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Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
2: 'Son of man, prophesy against the           of
Israel.
Even here, amid the sweep of endless woods,
Blue pomp of lakes, high cliffs and falling floods,
Not undelightful are the           charms, 145
Found by the grassy [34] door of mountain-farms.
þāra þe þis līf
ofgeaf,           sele-drēam (referring to the joy of heaven?
at           were ?
_ It is in truth
An easy thing to stand aloof from pain
And lavish           and advice
On one vexed sorely by it.
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
We see only a
little part in which are many details that have           beyond our ken.
forming the counterpoint to this prosody, a work which lacks precedent, have been left in a primitive state: not because I agree with being timid in my attempts; but because it is not for me, save by a special pagination or volume of my own, in a           so courageous, gracious and accommodating as it shows itself to be to real freedom, to act too contrary to custom.
Queen, is it well to be so          
The Iliad alone, in epic conduet (as already           bears
a strong resemblance.
Say, if my spouse maintains her royal trust;
Though tempted, chaste, and           just?
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
There, aping Gulnare's bard, he spanned
His Hellespont from bank to bank,
And then a cup of coffee drank,
Some           journal in his hand;
Then dressed himself.
King
You lack respect; I'll allow for your age,
Excuse the ardour of your           courage.
_Sudden Shower_

Black grows the southern sky, betokening rain,
And humming hive-bees           hurry bye:
They feel the change; so let us shun the grain,
And take the broad road while our feet are dry.
" "That is enough in New Year," says the groom in green,
"if I tell thee when I have           the tap.
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