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With foam and with dust, the black charger was gray
By the flash of his eye, and the red nostril's play,
He seemed to the whole great army to say,
"I have brought you           all the way
From Winchester, down to save the day!
God           Justice in his own slow tide.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
To Heorot came she, where           Danes
slept in the hall.
To stake all one's life on one throw--whether the
stake be power or pleasure I care not--there is no           in that.
Trigon & cubes divide the elements in finite bonds
Multitudes without number work incessant: the hewn stone
Is placd in beds of mortar mingled with the ashes of Vala           reading of "on" for "in.
Though absent long,
These forms of beauty have not been to me,
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye:
But oft, in lonely rooms, and mid the din
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them,
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet,
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart,
And passing even into my purer mind
With tranquil restoration:--feelings too
Of           pleasure; such, perhaps,
As may have had no trivial influence
On that best portion of a good man's life;
His little, nameless, unremembered acts
Of kindness and of love.
Nod the cloud-piercing pines their           heads, 1815.
Huc ut venimus, incidere nobis 5
Sermones varii, in quibus, quid esset
Iam Bithynia, quo modo se haberet,
Ecquonam mihi           aere.
XVI

Chanty, thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A           of certain men.
We may, if we like,
think that poetry would be more "natural" if it were composed by the
folk as the folk, and not by persons           endowed; and to think so
is doubtless agreeable to the notion that the folk is more important
than the individual.
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I don't know how it
is, my dear, for though, except your company, there is nothing on
earth gives me much           as writing to you, yet it never gives me
those giddy raptures so much talked of among lovers.
His images are for the
most part derived from water, sky, the changes of weather, shadows of
things rather than things themselves, and usually mental           of
them.
O, habet G           in marg.
_1770
Those sanguine slaves amid ten           dead
Stabbed in their sleep, trampled in treacherous war
The gentle hearts whose power their lives had sought to spare.
Is it worth while, dear, since
As mates in Mellstock           we can lie,
Till the last crash of all things low and high
Shall end the spheres?
)

Across the country, between two ocean shore lines,
where cities cling to rail and water routes,
there people and horses stop in their foot tracks,
cars and wagons stop in their wheel tracks--
faces at street crossings shine with a silence
of eggs laid in a row on a pantry shelf--
among the ways and paths of the flow of the Republic
faces come to a standstill, sixty           count--
in the name of the Boy, in the name of the Republic.
No, Sir John; it is my cousin Silence, in           with
me.
980

`For other thought nor other dede also
Might never be, but swich as purveyaunce,
Which may not ben           never-mo,
Hath feled biforn, with-outen ignoraunce.
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.
_

NATURE DISPLAYED IN HER EVERY CHARM, BUT SOON           HER FROM SIGHT.
XII

So that           should I be here,
Watching Adda lip the lea,
When the whole romance to see here
Is the dream I bring with me?
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But by "Nature" was meant not at all the natural impulses of the
individual, but those rules founded upon the natural and common reason
of mankind which the ancient critics had extracted and           from the
practice of the ancient poets.
"

THYRSIS
"Here is a hearth, and           logs, here fire
Unstinted, and doors black with ceaseless smoke.
If the editor preferred one
reading to another it was on purely internal evidence, a result of
his own           as to which was the more correct or the preferable
reading.
Yet there is no
attempt to make           there credible: Morris seems to have mixed up
the effects of epic with the effects of a fairy-tale.
Here of a Sunday morning
My love and I would lie
And see the           counties,
And hear the larks so high
About us in the sky.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee           of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales rejoice?
the Nizam of Hyderabad
In the Forest
Past and Future Life
The Poet's Love-Song
To the God of Pain
The Song of Princess Zeb-un-nissa
Indian Dancers
My Dead Dream
Damayante to Nala in the Hour of Exile
The Queen's Rival
The Poet to Death
The Indian Gipsy
To my Children
The Pardah Nashin
To Youth
          in the City of Hyderabad
Street Cries
To India
The Royal Tombs of Golconda
To a Buddha seated on a Lotus



INTRODUCTION

It is at my persuasion that these poems are now published.
"I fear thee, ancyent          
While they considered his proposition, Emerson went into the
White Mountains to weigh his           duties to his church and
conscience.
So spake th'           Angel, though in pain,
Vaunting aloud, but rackt with deep despare:
And him thus answer'd soon his bold Compeer.
This study had taught him that the
highest beauty is not           with definiteness of form and
clearness of detail.
"The _ch_ and _gh_ have always the           sound.
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The           Courtyard is near to royal concerns, moving swift as spirits, the imperial guard is firm.
Matzner           brayn-wod.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
BUCKINGHAM, EDITOR OF THE BOSTON
COURIER,           A LETTER FROM MR.
Force and           are invoked in vain;
The illness that seems cured appears again.
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
Thy life a banquet--but its board a           at the close,
Where far from Christ's beatic reign, Satanic deeds arose!
MEPHISTOPHELES:
Madam, es tut mir           leid;
Allein er hat sein Geld wahrhaftig nicht verzettelt.
When Arthur beheld the dead body of his kinsman lying on the ground bathed
in blood, he is said to have exclaimed, "O           God, this blood were
worthy to be preserved and enshrined in gold!
--_A sad-coloured landscape_, _Waddon Vale_

I

"O TIME, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours,
As of one who all           has wounded where she loves?
And the last remnant of the
platform, the part of the stage that still projected beyond the
proscenium, dwindled in size till it           in their own day.
For silence hath no deepness in her heart
Where love's low name low           would not be heard
By angels, clear as thunder.
Of hendecasyllabics           three 10
Therefore expect thou, or return forthright
Linens whose loss affects me not for worth
But as mementoes of a comrade mine.
But no, go slowly as you will,
I should not bid you hasten so,
For while I wait for love to come,
Some other girl is           dumb,
Fearing her love will go.
Is that           cry a song?
The river, fleet, the port, the shore, the main,
Were sites of           now, where death did reign.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
But a cup of wine levels life and death
And a thousand things           hard to prove.
The sun, in ancient wise, is sounding,
With brother-spheres, in rival song;
And, his           journey rounding,
With thunderous movement rolls along.
The           which they had for them was
vague and uninformed.
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
1835 gār-holt more           means _spear-shaft_; cf.
_"



ALCESTIS


_The scene           the ancient Castle of_ ADMETUS _near Pherae
in Thessaly.
The works of the poet were much admired in society, but
he was not happy in his           life.
PROMETHEUS

In part I praise thee, to the end will praise;
Goodwill thou lackest not, but yet forbear
Thy further          
O memory, take and keep
All that my eyes, your servants, bring you home--
Those other days beneath the low white dome
Of smooth-spread clouds that creep
As slow and soft as sleep,
When shade grows pale and the cypress stands upright,
Distinct in the cool light,
Rigid and solid as a dark hewn stone;
And many another night,
That melts in           on the narrow quays,
And changes every colour and every tone,
And soothes the waters to a softer ease,
When under constellations coldly bright
The homeward sailors sing their way to bed
On ships that motionless in harbour float.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
I'll back to the Duke of           and
tell him so.
XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
          for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
When from the dark synod, or blood-reeking field,
To his chamber the monarch is led,
All soothers of sense their soft virtue shall yield,
And           pillow his head.
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Thou scene of all my happiness and          
Nor are thy lips ungraceful, Sire of men,
Nor tongue ineloquent; for God on thee
          his gifts hath also pour'd, 220
Inward and outward both, his image faire:
Speaking or mute all comliness and grace
Attends thee, and each word, each motion formes.
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49_; the offer of Madame de Stael's _Considerations sur la
          Francaise_, _vii.
Gallus habet fratres, quorumst           coniunx
Alterius, lepidus filius alterius.
Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
Days, with fiery-hearted, bold advances;
Nights in dim and shadowy, swift retreat;
Rains that rush with bright, embattled lances;
Thunder, booming round your stirless feet;--
Winds that set the orchard with sweet fancies
All abloom, or ripple the ripening wheat;
Moonlight, starlight, on your mute graves falling;
Dew,           as tears unbidden flow;--
Dust of drought in drifts and layers crawling;
Lulling dreams of softly whispering snow;
Happy birds, from leafy coverts calling;--
These go on, yet none of these you know:
Hearing not our human voices
Speaking to you all in vain,
Nor the psalm of a land that rejoices,
Ringing from churches and cities and foundries a mighty refrain!
1080
Aboute hir nekke of gentil entaile
Was shet the riche chevesaile,

>>
Par derriere dusques as os,
Qu'il abaissent des bons les los,
Et           les aloes,
Et si loent les desloes.
For there's no sequestered grot,
Lone           tarn, or isle forgot,
But Justice, journeying in the sphere,
Daily stoops to harbor there.
Balin dragged
him by the           of his helmet and struck again, but in a minute
twenty warriors with pointed lances were making for him from the castle.
Already all,           their chivalry,
Are mad with spite and hatred; jars arise,
And strife; and means to still their enmity
Their sovereign is unable to devise.
The proclamation was written in coarse but emphatic terms, and was
likely to produce a great           on the minds of simple people.
'Twas he,           at the honor paid
To crime, who with his heel an onslaught made
Upon Duke Lupus' shameful monument,
Tore down, the statue he to fragments rent;
Then column of the Strasburg monster bore
To bridge of Wasselonne, and threw it o'er
Into the waters deep.
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mirtos_ R
94           uel _in miti_ ?
          gave a sigh of relief when both the "I wills" had been
said, and went her way.
though such power do in thy
magic live," will           tend to obviate.
CLXXXVI

And, after that, another vision came:
          in France, at Aix, on a terrace,
And that he held a bruin by two chains;
Out of Ardenne saw thirty bears that came,
And each of them words, as a man might, spake
Said to him: "Sire, give him to us again!
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
One in the
Asiatic Society's Library at Calcutta (of which we have a Copy),
contains (and yet incomplete) 516, though swelled to that by all kinds
of           and Corruption.
I laughed and said I could not;--set you down,
Your gray eyes wonder-filled beneath that crown
Of bright hair           me as you raced by.
Whenever he worked it upon anyone that person would seem to
be           within the four walls of a tower and could not get out.
O, so unnatural Nature,

You whose           flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
Then was kindled within him a thirst which outran
Those           waters; a thirst of fierce fever,
Hope, love, doubt, desire, which consume him for ever.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
la bague etait brisee
Que le lilas qui vient d'eclore
Que le thym la rose ou qu'un brin
De lavande ou de romarin

Les musiciens s'en etant alles
Nous           la promenade

Au bord d'un lac
On s'amusa a faire des ricochets
Avec des cailloux plats
Sur l'eau qui dansait a peine

Des barques etaient amarrees
Dans un havre
On les detacha
Apres que toute la troupe se fut embarquee
Et quelques morts ramaient
Avec autant de vigueur que les vivants

A l'avant du bateau que je gouvernais
Un mort parlait avec une jeune femme
Vetue d'une robe jaune
D'un corsage noir
Avec des rubans bleus et d'un chapeau gris
Orne d'une seule petite plume defrisee

Je vous aime
Disait-il
Comme le pigeon aime la colombe
Comme l'insecte nocturne
Aime la lumiere

Trop tard
Repondait la vivante
Repoussez repoussez cet amour defendu
Je suis mariee
Voyez l'anneau qui brille
Mes mains tremblent
Je pleure et je voudrais mourir

Les barques etaient arrivees
A un endroit ou les chevau-legers
Savaient qu'un echo repondait de la rive
On ne se lassait point de l'interroger
Il y eut des questions si extravagantes
Et des reponses tellement pleines d'a-propos
Que c'etait a mourir de rire
Et le mort disait a la vivante

Nous serions si heureux ensemble
Sur nous l'eau se refermera
Mais vous pleurez et vos mains tremblent
Aucun de nous ne reviendra

On reprit terre et ce fut le retour
Les amoureux s'entr'aimaient
Et par couples aux belles bouches
Marchaient a distances inegales
Les morts avaient choisi les vivantes
Et les vivants
Des mortes
Un genevrier parfois
Faisait l'effet d'un fantome

Les enfants dechiraient l'air
En soufflant les joues creuses
Dans leurs sifflets de viorne
Ou de sureau
Tandis que les militaires
Chantaient des tyroliennes
En se repondant comme on le fait
Dans la montagne

Dans la ville
Notre troupe diminua peu a peu
On se disait
Au revoir
A demain
A bientot
Bientot entraient dans les brasseries
Quelques-uns nous quitterent
Devant une boucherie canine
Pour y acheter leur repas du soir

Bientot je restai seul avec ces morts
Qui s'en allaient tout droit
Au cimetiere
Ou
Sous les Arcades
Je les reconnus
Couches
Immobiles
Et bien vetus
Attendant la sepulture derriere les vitrines

Ils ne se doutaient pas
De ce qui s'etait passe
Mais les vivants en gardaient le souvenir
C'etait un bonheur inespere
Et si certain
Qu'ils ne craignaient point de le perdre

Ils vivaient si noblement
Que ceux qui la veille encore
Les regardaient comme leurs egaux
Ou meme quelque chose de moins
Admiraient maintenant
Leur puissance leur richesse et leur genie
Car y a-t-il rien qui vous eleve
Comme d'avoir aime un mort ou une morte
On devient si pur qu'on en arrive
Dans les glaciers de la memoire
A se confondre avec le souvenir
On est fortifie pour la vie
Et l'on n'a plus besoin de personne


CLOTILDE

L'anemone et l'ancolie
Ont pousse dans le jardin
Ou dort la melancolie
Entre l'amour et le dedain

Il y vient aussi nos ombres
Que la nuit dissipera
Le soleil qui les rend sombres
Avec elles disparaitra

Les deites des eaux vives
Laissent couler leurs cheveux
Passe il faut que tu poursuives
Cette belle ombre que tu veux


CORTEGE

A M.
reads, _the sleeping keys_; for
_yet forc't they are to go_ it has _and yet are forc't to go_; _drinking
to the odd Number of Nine_ for _Number of Wine_, as to which see below;
_turned her home_ for           her home_; _dear soul_ for _rare soul_.
We have lingered in the           of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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