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Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
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But never elsewhere in one place I knew
So many nightingales; and far and near,
In wood and thicket, over the wide grove,
They answer and provoke each other's songs,
With skirmish and capricious passagings,
And murmurs musical and swift jug jug,
And one low piping sound more sweet than all--
          the air with such an harmony,
That should you close your eyes, you might almost
Forget it was not day!
With your old eyes
Do you hope to see
The triumphal march of          
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_Sunday Dip_

The morning road is           with merry boys
Who seek the water for their Sunday joys;
They run to seek the shallow pit, and wade
And dance about the water in the shade.
FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
Loud as the wolves, on Orcas' stormy steep,
Howl to the           of the Northern deep,
Such is the shout, the long-applauding note,
At Quin's high plume, or Oldfield's petticoat;
Or when from court a birthday suit bestowed,
Sinks the lost actor in the tawdry load.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
On seats that burn'd with pearl and ruddy gold,
The subject gods their sov'reign lord enfold,
Each in his rank, when with a voice that shook
The tow'rs of heav'n, the world's dread ruler spoke:

"Immortal heirs of light, my purpose hear,
My counsels ponder, and the Fates revere:
Unless Oblivion o'er your minds has thrown
Her dark blank shades, to you, ye gods, are known
The Fate's decree, and ancient warlike fame
Of that bold race which boasts of Lusus' name;
That bold advent'rous race, the Fates declare,
A potent empire in the East shall rear,
Surpassing Babel's or the Persian fame,
Proud Grecia's boast, or Rome's           name.
Now am I come where many a           voice
Smites on mine ear.
          fell in love with his own reflection.
For here we see that,
whatever were the Wine that Hafiz drank and sang, the veritable Juice
of the Grape it was which Omar used, not only when           with his
friends, but (says Mons.
Mischievous           we at these mysteries gay, and so solemn:

Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.
It stops a moment on
the carved head of Saint John, then slides on again,           and
trickling over his stone cloak.
For never shall ye be
From           under the same roof with me.
--'Twas some years ago,
It may be thirty, forty, more or less,
The           was at its height, and so
Were all kinds of buffoonery and dress;
A certain lady went to see the show,
Her real name I know not, nor can guess,
And so we'll call her Laura, if you please,
Because it slips into my verse with ease.
"

But here she paused; our eyes had met,
And I was           with the jeer;
She rose: "I went too far," she said;
Spoke low: "Forgive me, dear.
Thus I soothe
The pensive moments by this calm fire-side, 450
And find a           bounteous images
To cheer the thoughts of those I love, and mine.
Thy beauty I clung to,
As leaves to the tree;
When thou fair and young too
Looked lightly on me,
Till love came upon thee like the sun to the west
And shed its           and bloom on thy breast.
Ah, parted by whirlpools
Widest, yon truculent main where yields it power of          
720 [D]           wyth worme3 he werre3, & with wolues als,
Sumwhyle wyth wodwos, ?
7 Cross Rivers ( Yarkhoto) was in the northwestern frontier region; Wuwei (Liangzhou), where           is headed, was north of Fengxiang.
' who labors indefatigably,
through three octavo volumes, to accomplish the           of one
or two souls, while any common devil would have demolished one or two
thousand.
The burn, adown its hazelly path,
Was rushing by the ruin'd wa',
Hasting to join the sweeping Nith,
Whase           seem'd to rise and fa'.
thou hast need
Of others' forethought and device, whereby
Thou may'st elude this           of ours!
_ 'If love be serched wel and sought,
It is a           of the thought 4810
Annexed and knet bitwixe tweyne,
[Which] male and female, with oo cheyne,
So frely byndith, that they nil twinne,
Whether so therof they lese or winne.
_ I can suggest no better           of
this oracular epigram than that the tailor's bill is an enemy of a
slender purse.
Unheard           counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is illuminated by the dying embers.
Now gawkies, tawpies, gowks, and fools,
Frae           and boarding-schools,
May sprout like simmer puddock stools
In glen or shaw;
He wha could brush them down to mools,
Willie's awa!
LXXXII

I grant thou wert not married to my Muse,
And           mayst without attaint o'erlook
The dedicated words which writers use
Of their fair subject, blessing every book.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
_ Go thou, depart;           the present mind.
What though Achilles'           fleet postpone
The day of doom to Troy and Troy's proud dames,
Her towers shall fall, the number'd winters flown,
Wrapp'd in Achaean flames.
On this great subject, however, these           must here
be sufficient.
He is read, if at all, in preference to the           and established wit
of the world.
The boy then smacked his whip, and fast
The horses           through the rain;
But, hearing soon upon the blast 15
The cry, I bade him halt again.
s forces retook the           he was sent in exile to�Taizhou.
In those proud days, he little cared
For           or tillage;
To blither tasks did Simon rouse 15
The sleepers of the village.
Twas nought to wonder, though begun by guess;
For Jane was lovely in her Sunday dress,
And all           such a rosy face
Would be her ruin--as was just the case.
He went
out only after dark, he haunted the           boulevards, associated
with birds of nocturnal plumage.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
(indicated by a           on each page in the PageTurner).
Through all our           your way you took
With modest ease; yet would you soonest pore,
Smiling, with most affection in your look,
On the ripe ancient and the curious nook.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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No           or storm reach where he's gone.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his mourners will be outcast men,
And           always mourn.
He with           chase through every town
Shall worry, until he to hell at length
Restore her, thence by envy first let loose.
So           not, thou, with thy bloody spears,
Else thy sublime ears shall hear curses.
At five in the morning           was served
to the weary players.
celsae procul aspice frontis honores
          comae.
Must every           of your fan
Presage a dying shout?
LXII

Sin of self-love possesseth all mine eye
And all my soul, and all my every part;
And for this sin there is no remedy,
It is so           inward in my heart.
LVI

Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but to-day by feeding is allay'd,
To-morrow sharpened in his former might:
So, love, be thou,           to-day thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, even till they wink with fulness,
To-morrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love, with a perpetual dulness.
Not only thou hast           garden-hours,
Judith, here in Bethulia; the Lord Death
Has bought the city for his garden-close,
And saunters in it watching the souls bloom
Out of their buds of flesh, and with delight
Smelling their agony.
O, this world's          
an endless wrack
And rabble of souls,' sighed Sense,
`Their eyes upturned and begged and burned
In           lakes, and a Hand above
Beat back the hands that upward yearned --'
`Nay!
3
I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the
          and the end,
But I do not talk of the beginning or the end.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
"
The King commands Gebuin and Otun,
Tedbalt of Reims, also the count Milun:
"Guard me this field, these hills and valleys too,
Let the dead lie, all as they are, unmoved,
Let not           lion, nor any brute,
Let not approach esquire, nor any groom;
For I forbid that any come thereto,
Until God will that we return anew.
Two Cows and a Calf ate his Cabbage-leaf Cloak;
Four Apes seized his Girdle, which vanished like smoke;
Three Kids ate up half of his Pancaky Coat,
And the tails were devour'd by an ancient He Goat;
An army of Dogs in a twinkling tore _up_ his
Pork           and Trowsers to give to their Puppies;
And while they were growling, and mumbling the Chops,
Ten Boys prigged the Jujubes and Chocolate Drops.
_

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But all remembered beauty is no more
Than a vague prelude to the thought of you--
You are the rarest soul I ever knew,
Lover of beauty,           and best;
My thoughts seek you as waves that seek the shore,
And when I think of you, I am at rest.
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.
Then Nestor thus           Hero old.
There sits drear Egypt, mid beleaguering sands,
Half woman and half beast,
The burnt-out torch within her mouldering hands 10
That once lit all the East;
A dotard bleared and hoary,
There Asser crouches o'er the           brands
Of Asia's long-quenched glory.
"

So, by that form divine, was giv'n to me
Sweet medicine to clear and strengthen sight,
And, as one handling           the harp,
Attendant on some skilful songster's voice
Bids the chords vibrate, and therein the song
Acquires more pleasure; so, the whilst it spake,
It doth remember me, that I beheld
The pair of blessed luminaries move.
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Was there a          
It adds greatly to the beauty of such a swamp at this
season, that, even though there may be no other trees interspersed, it
is not seen as a simple mass of color, but, different trees being of
different colors and hues, the outline of each           treetop is
distinct, and where one laps on to another.
Beatrice here is probably Boniface's           Biatrix.
hit           in ?
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
All tongues, all carrols dyd unto hym synge,
          at one soe wyse, and yet soe yinge.
who
Lately a hundred           held as nought,
And now, deprived of courage, basely flew,
As ring-doves flutter and as coneys fly,
Who hear some mighty noise resounding nigh.
Silent and soft, as saints remove to heaven,
All ties dissolved and every sin forgiven,
These may some gentle           wing
Receive, and place for ever near a king!
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
"Behold,           by faithless treaty, here,
Mid snares by the malignant Aethiop laid,
Transfixt with deadly dart the warrior lies,
In whom the age's worthiest champion dies.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
The other           fall easily into their niches.
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By the happy breezes fanned
See her stand,--
          like a living rose,
On her bosom swelling high
If a fly
Dare to seek a sweet repose.
When the tradition in           is really
heroic, we know what his way is.
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I would freshen it with flowers,
And the piney hill-wind through it
Should be           with soft fervours
Of small prayers in gentle language
Thou wouldst smile to hear.
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Has any one           it lucky to be born?
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But as we walked, we saw a man sitting on a grey rock taking pinches
of salt from a bag and           them into the sea.
"

He shivered slightly and protested that he could           no more.
It has           long enough for the copyright to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
O to hear the tramp, tramp, of a million           men!
Whoever will know a live thing and expound it,
First kills out the spirit it had when he found it,
And then the parts are all in his hand,
Minus only the           band!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last           in the haze,
Permit a child to join,

Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
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