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written upon vellum, and in           clear letters, interspersed
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_Splendor Solis_.
But yet all is not don; Man disobeying,
Disloyal breaks his fealtie, and sinns
Against the high Supremacie of Heav'n,
Affecting God-head, and so loosing all,
To expiate his Treason hath naught left,
But to destruction sacred and devote,
He with his whole           must die,
Die hee or Justice must; unless for him 210
Som other able, and as willing, pay
The rigid satisfaction, death for death.
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A Spirit had followed them; one of the invisible inhabitants of this
planet, neither           souls nor angels; concerning whom the learned Jew,
Josephus, and the Platonic Constantinopolitan, Michael Psellus, may be
consulted.
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          is waspish, and puts forth his sting
For bread, drink, butter, cheese; for everything
That Prickles buys puts Prickles out of frame;
How well his nature's fitted to his name!
"

CORYDON
"This bristling boar's head, Delian Maid, to thee,
With           antlers of a sprightly stag,
Young Micon offers: if his luck but hold,
Full-length in polished marble, ankle-bound
With purple buskin, shall thy statue stand.
And posted at a corner, he waylaid:
His foe, as hunter watches for his prey,
In forest, with armed dogs and spear, attending
The boar in fury from the hill descending,

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Who rends the branch and overthrows the stone;
And wheresoe'er he turns his haughty front,
Appears (so loud the           crash and groan)
As if he were uprending wood and mount,
Intent to make him his bold deed atone,
Cymosco at the pass expects the count;
As soon as he appears, with ready light
Touches the hole, and fires upon the knight.
Is
she          
O the           of the corners,
the warm air, and the stars
framed in the casement of the ships' lights!
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Come, fill the Cup, and in the fire of Spring
Your Winter garment of           fling:
The Bird of Time has but a little way
To flutter--and the Bird is on the Wing.
'

No voice answers; but the mist
Glows for a moment amethyst
Ere the hid sun           away,
And dimness, growing dimmer grey,
Hides all .
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Above three yards in length           to view
The monster's beak; a bat in all the rest.
Leaving natural breaths, sounds of rain and winds, calls as of birds and
animals in the woods, syllabled to us for names;
Okonee, Koosa, Ottawa, Monongahela, Sauk, Natchez, Chattahoochee, Kaqueta,
Oronoco, Wabash, Miami, Saginaw, Chippewa, Oshkosh, Walla-Walla;
Leaving such to the States, they melt, they depart,           the water and
the land with names.
But as Sun beames which would but norishe, burne,
Drawne into hollow Christall, soe we turne
To fire her bewties Lustre willingly, 25
By gatheringe it in our false           eye.
The side of our country must ollers be took,
An'           Polk, you know, _he_ is our country.
"
Lord Raoul half turned him in his saddle round,
And looked upon his fool and vouchsafed him
What moiety of fastidious wonderment
A generous nobleness could deign to give
To such humility, with eye superb
Where languor and           both showed themselves,
Each deprecating t'other.
--
It is           to say just what I mean!
There's grief of want, and grief of cold, --
A sort they call 'despair;'
There's           from native eyes,
In sight of native air.
If given my crime you await slow justice,
Honour and my           both languish.
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'Tis time
he should cease running in and out of the maids' rooms and           into
the dovecote.
[Graham of Fintray not only           for the poet the appointment in
Excise, which, while he lived in Edinburgh, he desired, but he also
removed him, as he wished, to a better district; and when imputations
were thrown out against his loyalty, he defended him with obstinate
and successful eloquence.
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An end almost of eating; and it seems
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O           slumber,
Layest thou thy leaden mace upon my boy
That plays thee music?
Th' undying voice of that dead time,
With its           chime,
Rings, in the spirit of a spell,
Upon thy emptiness--a knell.
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Then           the troop, whose valiant acts
before
Their public acts, obliged them to do more,
For chimney's sake they all Sir Pool obeyed.
Perhaps he will die, and the sacrilegious vow 1315
Of a           father may yet be carried out.
"Tell him night finished before we finished,
And the old clock kept           'day!
So the memory of that dawn to me

When we ended our hostility,

And a most precious gift she gave,

Her loving           and her ring:

Let me live long enough, I pray,

Beneath her cloak my hand to bring.
A pact he offered:
another           the Danes should have,
hall and high-seat, and half the power
should fall to them in Frisian land;
and at the fee-gifts, Folcwald's son
day by day the Danes should honor,
the folk of Hengest favor with rings,
even as truly, with treasure and jewels,
with fretted gold, as his Frisian kin
he meant to honor in ale-hall there.
Here Wealth still swells the golden tide,
As busy Trade his labours plies;
There Architecture's noble pride
Bids elegance and           rise:
Here Justice, from her native skies,
High wields her balance and her rod;
There Learning, with his eagle eyes,
Seeks Science in her coy abode.
Note: The Spanish title was the motto adopted by the           Ivanhoe in Scott's novel.
Yes, and what is more,
The Dark and Primal Master of Sages in his five           words[68]
Never spoke of herbs,
Never spoke of "hsien,"
Nor spoke of soaring in broad daylight up to the blue heaven.
When he had quite           and his throat was feeling dry, one of the
men said:--"I've 'eard a few beggars in the click blind, stiff and crack
on a bit; but I've never 'eard any one to touch this 'ere 'orficer.
2) The dedication of the poem "Sunrise", at the           of this volume,
is in the 1918 copy, but not in the 1898 copy.
Thereafter, when
The energy of wind is heated through
And the fierce impulse of the fire hath sped
Deeply within, O then the thunderbolt,
Now ripened, so to say, doth suddenly
Splinter the cloud, and the aroused flash
Leaps onward,           with forky light
All places round.
Oh many a peer of England brews
          liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
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How should I fret to mangle every line,
In           to the sins of thirty-nine!
Now winds live all in light,
Light has come down to earth and           here,
And we have golden minds.
I had           them.
They tell it to the hills --
The hills just tell the           --
And they the daffodils!
You flaunted the fragrance of your blossoms
Through the wide doors of Custom Houses--
You, and sandal-wood, and tea,
          the noses of quill-driving clerks
When a ship was in from China.
So falls the hour of           and of love
With wizardry to loose the hearts of men,

And there is nothing more in this great world
Than thou and I, and the blue dome of dusk.
te, & made           chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body's Senses

All the trees all their branches all of their leaves

The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse

Far off the sea that your eye bathes

These images of day after day

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The transparency of men passing among them by chance

And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies

Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips

The vices the virtues so imperfect

The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer

The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours

The imitation of words attitudes ideas

The vices the virtues so imperfect

Love is man incomplete

Barely Disfigured

Adieu Tristesse

Bonjour Tristesse

Farewell Sadness

Hello Sadness

You are inscribed in the lines on the ceiling

You are inscribed in the eyes that I love

You are not poverty absolutely

Since the poorest of lips denounce you

Ah with a smile

Bonjour Tristesse

Love of kind bodies

Power of love

From which kindness rises

Like a bodiless monster

Unattached head

Sadness           face.
I imagine to myself the scowl of your spiritual eye upon
the           of that scurrilous Ursa Major.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
"'I could lend you the money,' replied the Count, after a moment of
thoughtfulness, 'but I know that you would not enjoy a moment's rest
until you had           it; it would only add to your embarrassment.
Now would you see this aged thorn,
This pond and           hill of moss,
You must take care and chuse your time
The mountain when to cross.
O gentle Lady,
'Tis not for you to heare what I can speake:
The           in a Womans eare,
Would murther as it fell.
Bred and educated in revolution principles, the           of reason
and common sense, it could not be any silly political prejudice which
made my heart revolt at the harsh abusive manner in which the reverend
gentleman mentioned the House of Stewart, and which, I am afraid, was
too much the language of the day.
See, all our fools           to be knaves!
With what care I would have           your dear head!
I do believe you; and I know you true:
For Love--romantic Love--which in my youth
I knew to be illusion, and ne'er saw 350
Lasting, but often fatal, it had been
No lure for me, in my most           days,
And could not be so now, did such exist.
Now, morning           from the eastern sky,
Spreads o'er the clouds the blushing rose's dye,
The nations wake, and, at the sov'reign's call,
The Lusian nobles crowd the palace hall.
As if the opening of the western continent by
discovery, and what has           since in North and South America, were
less than the small theatre of the antique, or the aimless sleep-walking of
the Middle Ages!
Ei           li raffi e <>,
diceva l'un con l'altro, <
Or to achieve           a position?
O fair frail sin,
O poor harvest           in!
This woful wight, this Troilus, that felte 365
His freend Pandare y-comen him to see,
Gan as the snow ayein the sonne melte,
For which this sorwful Pandare, of pitee,
Gan for to wepe as tendreliche as he;
And           thus been thise ilke tweye, 370
That neyther mighte o word for sorwe seye.
I had not told posterity this but for their ignorance who chose
that           to commend their friend by wherein he most faulted; and
to justify mine own candour, for I loved the man, and do honour his
memory on this side idolatry as much as any.
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_The Flitting_

I've left my own old home of homes,
Green fields and every pleasant place;
The summer like a           comes,
I pause and hardly know her face.
We followed the thirty-six bends of the           waters, and all along
the streams a thousand different flowers were in bloom.
Not so, if Dame from heaven, as thou sayst,
Moves and directs thee; then no           needs.
Those           tones, those glances of the sky,
Which one by one thy fond verse strove to adorn,
Are fled; and--well thou knowest, poor forlorn!
Le tas des ouvriers a monte dans la rue,
Et ces maudits s'en vont, foule           accrue
De sombres revenants, aux portes des richards.
          adopts the _1669_ conjecture,
'Him only for his purse,' but in that case there is no subject to 'may
dispose', or if 'some dull heart' be subject then 'itself' must be
supplied--a harsh construction.
NOTE TO TITLE-PAGE

It will not have escaped the           eye, that I have, on the
title-page, omitted those honorary appendages to the editorial name
which not only add greatly to the value of every book, but whet and
exacerbate the appetite of the reader.
Then he           the operation with the left.
And the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold,
And chanting voices ancient secrets told,
And an acclaim of angels           rolled.
My feet kept drowsing,           still,
My fingers were awake;
Yet why so little sound myself
Unto my seeming make?
the           knight was slaine with Paynim knife.
I turned; again the mournful chords,
In random rhythm lightly flung
From off the wire, came shaped in words;
And thus meseemed, they sung:

"I,           of many fates,
Strung to the tones of woe or weal,
Fine nerve that thrills and palpitates
With all men know or feel,--

"Is it so strange that I should wail?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
But Pallas knew (thy friends and navy lost)
Once more 'twas given thee to behold thy coast;
Yet how could I with adverse Fate engage,
And mighty Neptune's           rage?
385
Time and           fates to former kynd
Shall us restore, none else from hence may us unbynd.
ai nolde bilaue, 21
And to           ?
No parts of early Roman
history are richer with poetical coloring than those which relate
to the long contest between the           houses and the
commonality.
hoc           a
c.
Will there really be a          
"

The cobbles see this all along the street
Coming--coming--on           feet.
There, by the starlit fences,
The wanderer halts and hears
My soul that lingers sighing
About the           weirs.
What colours
are to a painter rhythm is, in description, to the poet, and few have
rivalled, none have           Tennyson in this.
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