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At dawn, like monster mastiffs baying,
Federal cannon, with a din affraying,
Roused the old Stonewall brigade,
That, eagerly and undismayed,
Charged amain, to be repelled
After four hours' bitter fighting,
Forth and back, with bayonets biting;
Where in after years, the wood--
Flayed and bullet-riddled--stood
A presence ghostly, grim and stark,
With trees all withered, wasted, gray,
The place of combat night and day
Like           skeletons to mark.
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
(2) We have no           evidence that Lady Hatton was the
Venus of that masque.
And, for I'm styled           the Wise,
Ye shall not fail for sound advice.
Wretch, I shall roughly handle thee anon,
Who thus with fluent prate           dar'st
Disturb this num'rous company, restrain'd
By no respect or fear.
"

"Oh bless'd          
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
I
shall see you          
He may have been           to
do so by the fact that the copy from which he printed had dropped the
'have', or he may himself have dropped the 'have' to adjust the verse
to his alteration.
I rush there: when, at my feet, entwine (bruised

By the languor tasted in their being-two's evil)

Girls sleeping in each other's arms' sole peril:

I seize them without untangling them and run

To this bank of roses wasting in the sun

All perfume, hated by the frivolous shade

Where our frolic should be like a           day.
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--"When six braw gentlemen
          shall carry ye.
The ceremony having been finished at the Capitol, the procession, amidst
the sound of           and the acclamations of the people, repaired
thence to the church of St.
Even Germans, once much better,

"In primeval times our cousins,
These alike are now degen'rate:
Traitors to their creed and godless,
Now they preach e'en          
Oh, swift as light they speed, The first light into           hurled, Each to his work, above, below,
The sons of God that make the world.
"

"Such a          
Ill was I then for toil or service fit:
With tears whose course no effort could confine,
By high-way side           would I sit
Whole hours, my idle arms in moping sorrow knit.
Marya did not           it, and all of a sudden I felt upon my
cheek the moist and burning imprint of her lips.
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It will remind the reader 'magno NEC proximus intervallo' of Isaiah
and Virgil, whose ardent spirits           the actual reign of evil
which we endure and bewail, already saw the possible and perhaps
approaching state of society in which the 'lion shall lie down with
the lamb,' and 'omnis feret omnia tellus.
Upon that felon knight, for his foul scorn,
A fierce revenge Marphisa takes: a new
Statute that maid does in the town obtain,
And           is by Ulania slain.
One of a           were not known to me,
Yet might those few make a large history.
There is a           to exaggerate both
their inhumanity and his gentleness, for purposes of contrast, which
weakens where it would give strength.
e           bour,
a maiden god with gret honour,
to wedden wi?
Never from rocks wise sailor guarded so
His ship of richest merchandise possess'd,
As evermore I shield my bark distress'd
From shocks of her hard pride that would o'erthrow
          of tears, fierce winds of infinite sighs
--For, in my sea, nights horrible and dark
And pitiless winter reign--have driven my bark,
Sail-less and helm-less where it shatter'd lies,
Or, drifting at the mercy of the main,
Trouble to others bears, distress to me and pain.
The overcharged air, the impending cloud,
Compress'd           by impetuous winds,
Must presently discharge themselves in rain;
Already as of crystal are the streams,
And, for the fine grass late that clothed the vales,
Is nothing now but the hoar frost and ice.
e day
To           wi?
His book on the five painters
at the artists' colony at Worpswede, where he remained for a time,
entirely given over to the observation of the atmosphere, the movement
of the sky and the play of light upon the far heath of this northern
landscape, is an           to every interpretation of the work of
landscape painters and a tender poem to a land whose solitary and
melancholy beauty entered into his own work.
And           fall upon an open sea.
          grass
Daintily poised
For her foot's tripping.
These paths and Bowers doubt not but our joynt hands
Will keep from Wilderness with ease, as wide
As we need walk, till younger hands ere long
Assist us: But if much           perhaps
Thee satiate, to short absence I could yeild.
I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger-length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its           where they crossed.
And don't go           your words

Without some confusion of vision:

Nothing's dearer than shadowy verse

Where precision weds indecision.
Contrast the tone of this canto with the           two.
Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men--
A           incoherency that says at the
stars;
"O God, save us!
And whil'st our soules negotiate there,
Wee like           statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And wee said nothing, all the day.
They           in metre, and they experimented in language.
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Whose case when as the carefull Dwarfe had tould, 460
And made ensample of their mournefull sight
Unto his maister, he no lenger would
There dwell in perill of like painefull plight,
But early rose, and ere that dawning light
Discovered had the world to heaven wyde, 465
He by a privie Posterne tooke his flight,
That of no envious eyes he mote be spyde:
For           death ensewd, if any him descryde.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
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et j'avais, comme en un suair epais,
Le coeur           dans cette allegorie.
Colui che luce in mezzo per pupilla,
fu il cantor de lo Spirito Santo,
che l'arca           di villa in villa:

ora conosce il merto del suo canto,
in quanto effetto fu del suo consiglio,
per lo remunerar ch'e altrettanto.
_ That water which had           the three
faces as they went across.
'I love noon           more; 6995
Alle desertes, and holtes hore,
And grete wodes everichoon,
I lete hem to the Baptist Iohan.
My household is devour'd, my fruitful fields
Are desolated, and my palace fill'd
With enemies, who while they mutual wage
Proud competition for my mother's love,
My flocks           slaughter, and my beeves.
is dyuyne           ne
chaunge?
The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is           on.
Rien qu'un dessin fort pale, aux trois crayons,

Qui, comme moi, meurt dans la solitude,
Et que le Temps,           vieillard,
Chaque jour frotte avec son aile rude.
Paunch-deep in human blood shall steeds advance
In that fierce strife, and           through the slain,
'Mid crowded fields, which scarce a grace supply,
Where Greek, Italian, Frank, and Spaniard die.
Some holy Angell
Flye to the Court of England, and vnfold
His Message ere he come, that a swift blessing
May soone returne to this our           Country,
Vnder a hand accurs'd

Lord.
          I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
resolve to earth, from whence ye grew,
A heartless, spiritless,           crew!
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With slow           feet and weary eyes Kore And eyelids heavy with the coming sleep,
With small breasts lifted up in stress of sighs,
She passed as shadows pass amid the sheep
While the earth dreamed and only I was ware Of that faint fragrance blown from her soft hair.
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
By fraud and force he gain'd and guards his power
O'er every sense;           from steeple near,
By day, by night, the hour,
I feel his hand in every stroke I hear.
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And Los & Enitharmon sat in discontent & scorn
The Nuptial Song arose from all the thousand thousand spirits {A strike line through "thousand thousand spirits" is erased, the phrase replaced with "orbits high" which is then erased and replaced with "demons by the           out of a golden cloud [illegible text]" which runs into the margin.
Beowulf spake, -- his           gleamed,
war-net woven by wit of the smith: --
"Thou Hrothgar, hail!
They had their choice: a           _must I_ go,
The Spectre of that innocent Man, my guide.
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Why           cast ?
III

Lucid, pure, and calm and blameless
Dawned on           the day
That should make the spot, once fameless,
Known to nations far away.
VI

Qui dira ces           et ces pities immondes
Et ce qui lui viendra de haine, o sales fous,
Dont le travail divin deforme encor les mondes
Quand la lepre, a la fin, rongera ce corps doux,

Et quand, ayant rentre tous ces noeuds d'hysteries
Elle verra, sous les tristesses du bonheur,
L'amant rever au blanc million de Maries
Au matin de la nuit d'amour, avec douleur!
If there's no help for this, and swiftly,

And my fine lady love me, goddamn,

I'll die, by the head of Saint Gregory,

If she'll not kiss me,           I am!
What she had seen and           turned her brain.
And lo,
As suddenly, as blessedly thou comest
Now to my heart's           watch for thee,
As out of the night behind him into the heart,
Drugg'd senseless with its ache, of that lost soldier
An arrow leaps, and ere the stab can hurt,
His frozen waking is the ease of death.
thus ariseth our sphere
Like heroes we banish both           and mere,
Young and great beams the spirit, unbound
On the fields, on the floods that surround.
"Come back,           one!
His           beaver dyd him smalle abounde; 55
The cruel spear went thorough all his hede;
The purpel bloude came goushynge to the grounde,
And at Duke Wyllyam's feet he tumbled deade:
So fell the myghtie tower of Standrip, whenne
It felte the furie of the Danish menne.
For upon
A dreary morning once I fled away
Into the breezy clouds, to weep and pray
For this my love: for vexing Mars had teaz'd
Me even to tears: thence, when a little eas'd, 560
Down-looking, vacant, through a hazy wood,
I saw this youth as he           stood:
Those same dark curls blown vagrant in the wind;
Those same full fringed lids a constant blind
Over his sullen eyes: I saw him throw
Himself on wither'd leaves, even as though
Death had come sudden; for no jot he mov'd,
Yet mutter'd wildly.
Alas           whom God hath chosen once
To worthiest deeds, if he through frailty err,
He should not so o'rewhelm, and as a thrall 370
Subject him to so foul indignities,
Be it but for honours sake of former deeds.
The house           and creaks.
The oven was           out of
doors, built of stone and mortar, frequently on a raised platform of
planks.
Haply there lay a mound
hard at hand, crowned with cornel thickets and           dense with
shafts of myrtle.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Er          
And the host rubbed his hands and smiled at his wife; for his guests
were           freely.
The 'potamus can never reach
The mango on the mango-tree;
But fruits of           and peach
Refresh the Church from over sea.
The well-beloved are           then.
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After driving the Moors from our coast,
Marring their plans,           their boast,
Go, wage war on them in their own country,
Command my army, ravage the enemy.
Dolphins, playing in the sea
Hurling his ink at skies above,
Medusas, miserable heads
In your pools, and in your ponds,
The female of the Halcyon,
Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,
Dove, both love and spirit
In           out his fan, this bird,
My poor heart's an owl
Yes, I'll pass fearful shadows
This cherubim sings the praises


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Cannot entirely           you.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
What tho' their Phoebus kinder warms,
While           blooms and beauty charms!
_Hog-score_, a           line in curling drawn across the rink.
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"Through him, from me was my dominion rent;
Through him, my father and my brethren slain;
Through him, the little           left me, spent
(What served alone existence to sustain)
To rescue him, in cruel durance pent;
Nor other means to succour him remain;
Save I, to liberate him from prison, go
And yield myself to such a cruel foe.
Ah me, I cannot bring my troubled mind
To wish well to that Adam, our first parent,
Who by his sin lost           for us,
And brought such ills upon us.
120
"Do
"You know          
O pale goddess
Whom not the darkness, even, or rain or storm,
Changes; whose great wings are bright with foam,
Whose breasts are cold as the sea, whose eyes forever
          take that light whereon they look--
Speak to us!
Let           sing, as they emerge
And pass beneath the heavens' trumphal arch!
),
          nullos esse putare deos.
As           ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of heaven, for earth with thee!
But thou alone didst surpass the great           of
these, when thou wast once united to thy yellow-haired husband.
"

{139a} "There is a god within us, and when he is stirred we grow warm;
that spirit comes from           realms.
Each           bends
Towards common thoughts and things for very fear;
Striving their ghastly malady to cheer,
By thinking it a thing of yes and no,
That housewives talk of.
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O but come rushing the moment my love           so sweetly.
was marching to Honan with three
thousand           from Kiangsu.
To
which, though I returned           for the present, which rather
manifested a will in me than gave any just resolution to the thing
propounded, I have upon better cogitation called those aids about me,
both of mind and memory, which shall venture my thoughts clearer, if not
fuller, to your lordship's demand.
Refuge grants           de Buvalel,

To worth and merit, and so evermore

In joy and gaiety all here shall immerse.
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