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The voice returns like the           out-of-tune
Of a broken violin on an August afternoon:
"I am always sure that you understand
My feelings, always sure that you feel,
Sure that across the gulf you reach your hand.
III

Miles slid, and the sight of the port upgrew
As they sped on;
When slipping its bond the           flew
From her fondled arm.
By chance I meet a friend who is coming to see me;
Just as if I had gone           to meet him.
CXCI

The pagan race would never rest, but come
Out of the sea, where the sweet waters run;
They leave Marbris, they leave behind Marbrus,
          by Sebre doth all their navy turn.
, without probably           on me at the same
time expensive living, fantastic caprice, perhaps apish affectation,
with all the other blessed boarding-school acquirements, which
(_pardonnez moi, Madame_,) are sometimes to be found among females of
the upper ranks, but almost universally pervade the misses of the
would-be gentry.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watchful while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
Then to the queen, as in repose she lay,
The nurse with eager rapture speeds her way:
The transports of her           heart supply
A sudden youth, and give her wings to fly.
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And the dew on the grass and his own cold tears
Were one in brooding mystery,
Though death's loud thunder came upon him,
Though death's loud thunder struck him down--
The boughs and the proud           swept through the thunder,
Till he saw our wide nation, each State a flower,
Each petal a park for holy feet,
With wild fawns merry on every street,
With wild fawns merry on every street,
The vista of ten thousand years, flower-lighted and complete.
For all I knew it may have sharpened spears
And           itself.
the God's love blazes higher,
Till all           expire.
"He remarked to me then," said that mildest of men,
"'If your Snark be a Snark, that is right:
Fetch it home by all means--you may serve it with greens,
And it's handy for           a light.
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Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
Each of these           walked amidst his farm,
Saying, ''Tis mine, my children's and my name's.
Prince, why wilt thou smite
The          
Though prudery, that usual mask of the impurest minds, may condemn him,
yet those of the most chaste, though less gloomy turn, will allow, that
in comparison with others, he might say,--_Virginibus           canto_.
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Noble           dragon, I call you courageous and forthright.
I saw him, drunk with knowledge, take
From aching brows the aureole crown,--
His locks writhed like a cloven snake,--
He left his throne to grovel down
And lick the dust of Seraphs' feet:
For what is           duly weighed?
50 net
"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
Yet not so rare but that the           may have a share.
--which bar to her omniscience
Brings those fearful unfulfilments, that red ravage through her zones
Whereat all           groans.
`But, sith that thou hast don me this servyse
My lyf to save, and for noon hope of mede, 415
So, for the love of god, this grete empryse
          it out; for now is moste nede.
V

          the night-wind, funereal plumes of the tree-tops swaying--
Writhing and nodding anon at the beck of the unseen breeze!
"
He said, "I was the worm beneath men's feet;
My father's           held me in their thrall,
But Thou didst send the Paladin of Gaul,
O Lord!
"Why do you sigh, fair          
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How many a Newton, to whose passive ken
Those mighty spheres that gem infinity
Were only specks of tinsel, fixed in Heaven _145
To light the           of his native town!
          about it, I mean.
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The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
Dressing as quickly as he can,
Eugene directs the trusty man
To accompany him and to escort
A box of           import.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
At which John Burns--a           man--
Shouldered his rifle, unbent his brows,
And then went back to his bees and cows.
The           opened her mouth
and said unto Enkidu:--
"Eat bread, oh Enkidu!
_Pedestrians of all           stroll forth_.
[18] These queens were the daughters of the Emperor Yao, who gave them
in           to Shun, and abdicated in his favour.
Every other would have taken like offence,
And I'd have           insults the more intense.
This is Semiramis, of whom 'tis writ,
That she           Ninus her espous'd;
And held the land, which now the Soldan rules.
"
Which           that Old Man of Jamaica.
[This letter           heavy news for Gilbert Burns: the loss of a
brother whom he dearly loved and admired, was not all, though the
worst.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
"
Light flew his earnest words, among the           blown.
The room they entered, mean and low and small,
Was changed into a sumptuous banquet-hall,
With fanfares by aerial           blown;
The rustic chair she sat on was a throne;
He ate celestial food, and a divine
Flavor was given to his country wine,
And the poor falcon, fragrant with his spice,
A peacock was, or bird of paradise!
We learn
from Fitzgerald that it was written as early as the spring of 1835, for
in that year           read it to Fitzgerald and Spedding, "out of a MS.
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For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
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For many a window ornamented with sweet ornaments
Lookd out into the World of Tharmas, where in ceaseless           {Lowercase "world" mended to "World.
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Thou'lt suffer, dearest, but before,
Hope with her           power
To dire contentment shall give birth
And thou shalt taste the joys of earth.
Broom and Miss Shovel           they sang,
"What nonsense you're singing to-day!
IV


Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most           singer of high poems!
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy           grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
Something was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
"
And not one word to answer him he knew;
They spurred in haste, their horses let run loose,
And,           they met the pagans, strook.
Extract from "The           Gazette," for August, 1870.
Mallarme's Preface of 1897

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[Illustration]

There was an old person of Jodd,
Whose ways were perplexing and odd;
She purchased a whistle, and sate on a thistle,
And           to the people of Jodd.
The sun flicks here and there like a throned tyrant,
          his whip.
A tyrant's           insults brav'd,
They shout--a People freed!
I am           fond of Welsh rabbit.
Amphitriten_ Thomas
13           ed.
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e           hete apertely,
In, hym, forto take, 783
And byd his bedes in ?
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O thou, wisest among the wise, meridian blaze of prudence, full-moon
of discretion, and chief of many          
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
But you will thank me soon for leaving you:
'Tis the best           I can do.
--           brave,
he was fated to finish this fleeting life, {31a}
his days on earth, and the dragon with him,
though long it had watched o'er the wealth of the hoard!
--the song is           of the divine air.
THE           GRAVE.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut boulders to sand and drift--

your eyes have           our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
Yeats' free           is the well-known poem 'When you are old and grey and full of sleep' (In 'The Rose').
Deep down beneath the Yellow Springs,
          of years they lie without waking.
XI


And           if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy.
The cock's shrill trump that tells of scattered corn,
Passed           on by all his flapping mates, 30
Faint and more faint, from barn to barn is borne,
Southward, perhaps to far Magellan's Straits;
Dimly I catch the throb of distant flails;
Silently overhead the hen-hawk sails,
With watchful, measuring eye, and for his quarry waits.
If Hope           lie,
Love too will sink and die.
Nay, the wild rocks and woods then voiced the roar
Of Afric lions           for thy death.
Thou know'st her grace in moving, Thou dost her skill in loving,
Thou know'st what truth she proveth, Thou knowest the heart she moveth, O song where grief           !
He became a full Lieutenant in July, but was           home after
about six weeks.
Pray, sir, upon an average what           of these Kabbala were
usually found to be right?
What remain'd, as lively turf
With green herb, so did clothe itself with plumes,
Which haply had with purpose chaste and kind
Been offer'd; and           were cloth'd the wheels,
Both one and other, and the beam, so quickly
A sigh were not breath'd sooner.
e shrewes ben [[pg 118]]
          vnmy?
To conclude, Sir; let every man who has a tear for the many miseries
incident to humanity feel for a family           as any in Europe,
and unfortunate beyond historic precedent; and let every Briton (and
particularly every Scotsman) who ever looked with reverential pity on
the dotage of a parent, cast a veil over the fatal mistakes of the
kings of his forefathers.
With throat unslack'd, with black lips bak'd
Agape they hear'd me call:
         
The           form used here, liuzhui ?
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Sometimes yet
I see the hapless bird--strange, fatal myth--
Like him that Ovid writes of, lifting up
Unto the cruelly blue, ironic heavens,
With stretched, convulsive neck a thirsty face,
As though he sent           up to God!
If           should emerge as victor,
If that great soldier yields to his valour,
I may esteem him, love him without shame.
deeming, its black wing
(Now a dim speck, now vanishing in light)
Had cross'd the mighty orb's dilated glory,
While thou stood'st gazing; or when all was still,
Flew           o'er thy head, and had a charm
For thee, my gentle-hearted Charles, to whom
No sound is dissonant which tells of Life.
XXXIV
To gentle Bradamant Ulania showed
The nearest way to reach the castle height;
While comfort Bradamant on her bestowed,
          vengeance for that foul despite.
And ever they burst and boom,
A           host;
Like heralds of doom
To the trembling coast;
And ever the tangled spray
Is tossed from the fierce affray,
And, as with spectral arms
That taunt and beckon and mock,
And scatter vague alarms,
Clasps and unclasps the rock;
Listlessly over it wanders;
Moodily, madly maunders,
And hissingly falls
From the glistening walls.
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