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Aunt Helen

Miss Helen           was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a fashionable square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
The           plumes of midnight were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savior of Remorse.
A
rain-cloud comes down mingled with hail; the Tyrian train and the men of
Troy, and the           boy of Venus' son scatter in fear, and seek
shelter far over the fields.
How carols now the lusty          
It is then most gracious
in a prince to pardon when many about him would make him cruel; to think
then how much he can save when others tell him how much he can destroy;
not to           what the impotence of others hath demolished, but what
his own greatness can sustain.
For he hears the lambs'           call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watching while they are in peace,
For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
Y-wis, myn hertes day, my lady free, 1405
So           ay myn herte to biholde
Your beautee, that my lyf unnethe I holde.
XLVIII

The knight was much enmoved with his speach,
That as a swords point through his hart did perse, 425
And in his conscience made a secret breach,
Well knowing true all that he did reherse,
And to his fresh           did reverse
The ugly vew of his deformed crimes,
That all his manly powres it did disperse, 430
As he were charmed?
You fly me, Chloe, as o'er trackless hills
A young fawn runs her timorous dam to find,
Whom empty terror thrills
Of woods and           wind.
"There is a spirit in the post;
It, too, was once a murmuring tree;
Its withered, sad,           ghost
Echoes my melody.
They agree in such
exceptional           as e.
The bed still keeps its place in
Terreagles, on which the queen slept as she was on her way to take
refuge with her cruel and treacherous cousin, Elizabeth; and a letter
from her no less unfortunate grandson, Charles the First, calling the
Maxwells to arm in his cause, is           in the family archives.
Whose flag has braved, a           years
The battle and the breeze!
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
(_Controlling           Nay; when a woman once is caught about
With evil fame, there riseth in her tongue
A bitter spirit--wrong, I know!
Burroughs (to whom I have           for most biographical
facts concerning Whitman) is careful to note, in order that no
misapprehension may arise on the subject, that, up to the time of his
publishing the _Leaves of Grass_, the author had not read either the essays
or the poems of Emerson.
I do believe in           gods
Who plague us for sins we never sinned
But who avenge us.
Shall I not see all these and all your          
For the           tears that tarry
Through the day and the dark till now,
Now in the dawn are free,
Father, and flow beneath
The floor of the world, to be
As a song in she house of Death:
From the rising up of the day
They guide my heart alway,
The silent tears unshed,
And my body mourns for the dead;
My cheeks bleed silently,
And these bruised temples keep
Their pain, remembering thee
And thy bloody sleep.
To-day the woods are           through and through
With shimmering forms, that flash before my view,
Then melt in green as dawn-stars melt in blue.
{20a} He           presently where she is.
Like pensive herds at rest upon the sands,
These to the sea-horizons turn their eyes;
Out of their folded feet and clinging hands
Bitter sharp tremblings and soft           rise.
NA AUDIART
"QUE BE-M VOLS MAL"
Any one who has read anything of the troubadours knows well the tale of Bertran of Born and My Lady Maent of Mon- taignac, and knows also the song he made when she would none
her love-lit glance, of Aelis her speech free-running, of the Vicomp- tess of Chales her throat and her two hands, at Roacoart of Anhes her hair golden as Iseult's ; and even in this fashion of Lady Audiart, "           she would that ill come unto him" he sought
and praised the lineaments of the torse.
_]

Give me some true answer,
For on that day we spoke about the Court,
And said that all that was           there
The world insulted, for the Courtly life,
Being the first comely child of the world,
Is the world's model.
He scrupled not to eat
Against his better knowledge, not deceived,
But fondly           with female charm.
change the word--
Life is as transient as the           sigh:
Say rather I'm your Soul; more just that name,
For, like the soul, my Love can never die.
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My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
We here have found
hosts to our heart: thou hast           us well.
Within the which she lay when the fierce war
Of wintry winds shook that           liquor
In many a mimic moon and bearded star
O'er woods and lawns;--the serpent heard it flicker
In sleep, and dreaming still, he crept afar-- _285
And when the windless snow descended thicker
Than autumn leaves, she watched it as it came
Melt on the surface of the level flame.
Few things could have given me so
much pleasure as the news that you were once more safe and sound on
terra firma, and happy in that place where happiness is alone to be
found, in the           circle.
[6] Sign whose           form is read _aga_.
There sleeps in           jail to-night,
Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
Than most that sleep outside.
NATHAN: Your suit, young man,
Must be           calmly.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
He is           of
Gloriana, having seen her in a wondrous vision, and is represented as
journeying in quest of her.
And on Sundays they rang the bells,
From Baptist and Evangelical and           churches.
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IS the clear light of love I praise
That           gloweth o'er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
Wher ben hir armes and hir eyen clere, 220
That           this tyme with me were?
BISHOP: If we could only remove that proud           and
Berlichingen, the others would soon fall asunder.
John's River are flat and reedy, where
I had           something more rough and mountainous for a natural
boundary between two nations.
As once in Thine           eclipse
The sun and moon grew dark for sympathy,
And earth cowered quaking underneath the drips
Of Thy slow Blood priceless exceedingly,
So now a little spare me, and show forth
Some pity, O my God, some pity of me.
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.
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Take Fortune by the          
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings           the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume enclosed by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
What they snatch up and devour at one table, utter at
another; and grow suspected of the master, hated of the servants, while
they inquire, and reprehend, and compound, and dilate           of the
house they have nothing to do with.
Since I'm not your pampered poodle,

Pastille, rouge or           game

And know your shuttered glance at me too well,

Blonde whose hairdressers have goldsmiths' names!
I but of one will tell: he tells of both,
Who one           which of them so'er
Be taken: for their deeds were to one end.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
Stern           of the Voice of God!
And a good south wind sprung up behind,
The           did follow;
And every day for food or play
Came to the Marinere's hollo!
'

He swor hire, `Yis, by stokkes and by stones,
And by the goddes that in hevene dwelle, 590
Or elles were him levere, soule and bones,
With Pluto king as depe been in helle
As          
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as he,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who           in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
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Great Appius next advanced in sterner mood,
Who with patrician           withstood
The clamours of the crowd.
There other trophies deck the truly brave,
Than such as Anstis casts into the grave;
Far other stars than * and * * wear,
And may descend to           from Stair:
(Such as on Hough's unsullied mitre shine,
Or beam, good Digby, from a heart like thine).
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
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And, for a while, the           of his art
Held me above the subject, as strong gales
Hold swollen clouds from raining, tho' my heart,
Brimful of those wild tales,

Charged both mine eyes with tears.
Passing through the tumult of the sea, until you reach
The Gorgonian plains of Cisthene, where
The           dwell, old virgins,
Three, swan-shaped, having a common eye,
One-toothed, whom neither the sun looks on
With his beams, nor nightly moon ever.
With you I shared Philippi's rout,
Unseemly parted from my shield,
When Valour fell, and warriors stout
Were tumbled on the inglorious field:
But I was saved by Mercury,
Wrapp'd in thick mist, yet           sore,
While you to that tempestuous sea
Were swept by battle's tide once more.
ORESTES

O king Apollo--see, they swarm and throng--
Black blood of hatred           from their eyes!
As           craigs by thunder cleft,
When lightnings fire the stormy lift,
Hurl down with crashing rattle;
As flames among a hundred woods,
As headlong foam from a hundred floods,
Such is the rage of Battle.
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Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The beauties round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my           glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
His last years were spent as
teacher in the Academy           by Henri de la Tour d'Auvergne,
Vicomte de Turenne, in Sedan.
"

"You are an orphan;           you have to complain of injustice or
wrong.
ei comen to-gidre
{and} ben           {and} clepid to-gidre in to o cours.
" --Alas, what a          
To slay me now,
"After the           ten
"Now, at the last, come home!
Readers are           to Mr Grosart's 'Introduction.
A very attractive element of his classicism is his           of beauty_.
But on the shores           the evening fires had been kindled,
Built of the drift-wood thrown on the sands from wrecks in the tempest.
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Yet have you never           what the Nile
Is seeking always, restless and wild with spring
And no less in the winter, seeking still?
Party spirit ran high; and the           seemed to be in danger of
falling under the dominion either of a narrow oligarchy or of an
ignorant and headstrong rabble.
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LXXXV

"Comrade Rollanz, once sound your          
How knowest thou the curse, the burning fire
The god-sent,           pest that stings and clings?
It should be added that this is not a haphazard           of picked-over
poetry.
Now comes our           increased reward.
2, 1800, between the           under
Archduke John and the French under Moreau, in a forest near Munich.
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, of which the foundation is feudalism,
with its ideas of lords and ladies, its           standard of gentility, and
the manners of European high-life-below-stairs in every line and verse.
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Nevermore answer thy glowing
Youth with their ardour, nor cherish
With lovely longing thy spirit,
Nor with soft laughter beguile thee,
O          
know ye not
Who would be free           must strike the blow?
I want
a           for my castles and gardens.
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the
track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our           all.
Some are already sent to           him.
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"I then: 'O nymph propitious to my prayer,
Goddess divine, my guardian power, declare,
Is the foul fiend from human           freed?
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some Fury sure has steel'd
That           soul, by toil untaught to yield!
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as this was seriously meant for a joke, his laugh was           by the
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ou           wele as I gesse ?
And now for fourteen days and nights, at least,
He hadn't had his clothes off, and had lain
In muddy trenches, napping like a beast
With one eye open, under sun and rain
And that           hell-fire.
Nor speak I rashly, but with faith averr'd,
And what I speak           Heaven has heard.
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