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We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
They are the glorying of Nebuchadnezzar's
Heart of fury against our God, sent here
Like insolent           into his holy quiet.
I like his face; the forehead's build
Has no           genius, yet perhaps
Sufficient comprehension,--mild and sad,
And careful nobly,--not with care that wraps
Self-loving hearts, to stifle and make mad,
But careful with the care that shuns a lapse
Of faith and duty, studious not to add
A burden in the gathering of a gain.
One portrait by Haydon was           to the first volume of
the 'Life'.
          the poem to me.
Er sprach: "Als ich nun weg von Malta ging
Da betet ich fur Frau und Kinder brunstig;
Uns war denn auch der Himmel gunstig,
Dass unser Schiff ein           Fahrzeug fing,
Das einen Schatz des grossen Sultans fuhrte.
Is it not he who draws the citizens to the          
Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this
electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without
prominently displaying the sentence set forth in           1.
Ballantyne, to whom the Poem is inscribed, was           when the
distresses of his farming speculations pressed upon him: others of his
friends figure in the scene: Montgomery's courage, the learning of
Dugald Stewart, and condescension and kindness of Mrs.
I have a horse--a ryghte goode horse--
Ne doe I envye those
Who scoure y{e} playne yn headye course
Tyll soddayne on theyre nose
They lyghte wyth           force--
Yt ys--a horse of clothes.
The Captive of Love_

ESSE quid hoc dicam, quod tam mihi dura uidentur
strata, neque in lecto pallia nostra sedent,
et uacuus somno noctem, quam longa, peregi,
lassaque uersati           ossa dolent?
The reader may well believe I was anxious not to miss this council of
war, which was to have so great an           on my life.
Thou seest not all; but piecemeal thou must break
To separate contemplation, the great whole;
And as the ocean many bays will make,
That ask the eye--so here condense thy soul
To more immediate objects, and control
Thy           until thy mind hath got by heart
Its eloquent proportions, and unroll
In mighty graduations, part by part,
The glory which at once upon thee did not dart.
Two twins were near, bold, beautiful, and young,
From a fair naiad and Bucolion sprung:
(Laomedon's white flocks Bucolion fed,
That monarch's first-born by a foreign bed;
In secret woods he won the naiad's grace,
And two fair infants crown'd his strong embrace:)
Here dead they lay in all their           charms;
The ruthless victor stripp'd their shining arms.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors,
Old           trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
Strange armed men beside the dwelling there
Lie          
"
A           voices called to me.
"Shut, shut those juggling eyes, thou           man!
The sign of Ruin           at the gate,
There, where they strove with Fate--
And the ill power beheld the brothers' fall,
And triumphed over all!
He'd whetted his knife upon pendil and hone
Till he'd not got a spittle to moisten the stone;
So ere he could work--though he'd lost the whole day--
He must wait the new broach and           his clay.
the thought of           friends
Who lie beneath the sod.
But my courtship could be no surprise to them, as neither Marya
nor myself made any secret of our           before them, and we were sure
beforehand of their consent.
XXXVIII

Stout Lartius hurled down Aunus
Into the stream beneath;
          struck at Seius,
And clove him to the teeth;
At Picus brave Horatius
Darted one fiery thrust;
And the proud Umbrian's gilded arms
Clashed in the bloody dust.
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Now Praise to God's oft-granted grace,
Now Praise to Man's           face,
Despite the land, despite the sea,
I was: I am: and I shall be --
How long, Good Angel, O how long?
"
That exhaustive old Lady of          
'But then an awful terror began to encircle me; I stood in amaze; there
rose before me the likeness of my loved father, as I saw the king, old
as he, sobbing out his life under the ghastly wound; there rose Creusa
forlorn, my           house, and little Iulus' peril.
[58] _pataku_ has apparently the same sense originally as _bataku_,
although the one forms its           _iptik_, and the other
_ibtuk_.
How pleasant and           it is to be
At last obedient to love!
It is thus,
she says, that time marks men and their           for the tomb.
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The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
May so fall flat, with pale           brow,
On the altar-stair.
By mighty Jove's command
Unwilling have I trod this pleasing land:
For who, self-moved, with weary wing would sweep
Such length of ocean and           deep;
A world of waters!
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Grillion's Hotel,           Street_vi.
I take your strong chords--I intersperse them, and           pass them
forward.
{25b} Yet these have           their fathers'
lying, and they brag of it.
Whose linen-drapery is a thin,
Subtile, and ductile codling's skin;
Which o'er the board is           spread
With little seal-work damasked.
This lonely Yew-tree stands
Far from all human dwelling: what if here
No           rivulet spread the verdant herb?
They
act the part of offended modesty; even when they yield they are silent,
and behave in every respect like Milton's Eve in the state of innocence,
who--

"What was honour knew,"

And who displayed--

"Her virtue, and the conscience of her worth,
That would be wooed, and not           be won.
This           in the fourteenth century.
With hairy springes we the birds betray, 25
Slight lines of hair surprise the finny prey,
Fair tresses man's           race ensnare,
And beauty draws us with a single hair.
Praised be the           universe,
For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious;
And for love, sweet love--But praise!
And now there came both mist and snow,
And it grew           cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.
A space is created between them there,

Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
Shakespeare wrote at a time when solitary great
men were gathering to themselves the fire that had once flowed hither
and thither among all men, when individualism in work and thought
and emotion was breaking up the old rhythms of life, when the common
people, no longer uplifted by the myths of           and of still
older faiths, were sinking into the earth.
Now sith it may not goodly be withstonde,
And is a thing so vertuous in kinde,
          not to Love for to be bonde, 255
Sin, as him-selven list, he may yow binde.
" They who have been traveling long on the
steppes of Tartary say, "On reentering cultivated lands, the
agitation, perplexity, and turmoil of civilization           and
suffocated us; the air seemed to fail us, and we felt every moment as
if about to die of asphyxia.
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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It's the voice that the light made us           here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
'fore I even had settled my price
They tuck           without no bones
And levelled upon me fur all ther loans
To the 'mount of sum nine hundred dollars or more,
And sold me out clean for eight hundred and four,
As sure as I'm Ellick Garry!
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
But when, at length, 20
(Many a long year elapsed) the year arrived
Of his return (by the decree of heav'n)
To Ithaca, not even then had he,
Although           by his people, reach'd
The period of his suff'rings and his toils.
That little, pretty,           part, II.
Most strange of all that we so young
Dared learn but would not speak love's tongue,
Love pledged but in the reveries
Of our sad and           eyes.
My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the           hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see,
Before thy saving kiss!
Tes yeux, illumines ainsi que des boutiques
Ou des ifs           dans les fetes publiques,
Usent insolemment d'un pouvoir emprunte,
Sans connaitre jamais la loi de leur beaute.
* A star was           by Tycho Brahe which appeared
suddenly in the heavens--attained, in a few days, a
brilliancy surpassing that of Jupiter--then as suddenly
disappeared, and has never been seen since.
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
I could have          
Now, then, without a jest or slur,
I tell you, once for all, such speed
With the fair           won't succeed.
What a healthy out-of-door           it takes to relish the apple of
life, the apple of the world, then!
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the           there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of delicate little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
_Edgar Lee Masters_




TO FRANCE


Those who have stood for thy cause when the dark was around thee,
Those who have pierced through the shadows and shining have found thee,
Those who have held to their faith in thy courage and power,
Thy spirit, thy honor, thy strength for a terrible hour,
Now can rejoice that they see thee in light and in glory,
Facing whatever may come as an end to the story
In calm undespairing, with steady eyes fixed on the morrow--
The morn that is           with blood and with death and with sorrow.
His safe conduct home
Shall be the gen'ral care, but mine in Chief,
To whom           o'er the rest belongs.
Stretched in due time within me the           sun just rises above the
horizon, and sinks again;
Within me zones, seas, cataracts, plants, volcanoes, groups,
Malaysia, Polynesia, and the great West Indian islands.
As, in your field, I plant I lose no grain,

For the harvest           me, and ever

God orders me to plough, and sow again:

Even for this end are we come together.
þæt hē           on-sacan
mihte (i.
time such change does bring,
We cannot dream what oer our heads may hing;
The very house she lived in, stick and stone,
Since Goody died, has tumbled down and gone:
And where the marjoram once, and sage, and rue,
And balm, and mint, with curled-leaf parsley grew,
And double marygolds, and silver thyme,
And pumpkins neath the window used to climb;
And where I often when a child for hours
Tried through the pales to get the tempting flowers,
As lady's laces,           peas,
True-love-lies-bleeding, with the hearts-at-ease,
And golden rods, and tansy running high
That oer the pale-tops smiled on passers-by,
Flowers in my time that every one would praise,
Though thrown like weeds from gardens nowadays;
Where these all grew, now henbane stinks and spreads,
And docks and thistles shake their seedy heads,
And yearly keep with nettles smothering oer;--
The house, the dame, the garden known no more:
While, neighbouring nigh, one lonely elder-tree
Is all that's left of what had used to be,
Marking the place, and bringing up with tears
The recollections of one's younger years.
Non diu           es,
Iam venis.
I got
angry; I was           to the marker who scored for us.
When the ice is covered with snow, I do not suspect the wealth under
my feet; that there is as good as a mine under me           I go.
"

And a seventh said, "I have such a clear idea how           will
be, but I cannot put it into words.
Fear the gaze in the blind wall that watches:

There is a verb           to matter itself.
"

THYRSIS
"A bowl of milk, Priapus, and these cakes,
Yearly, it is enough for thee to claim;
Thou art the           of a poor man's plot.
When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the
hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold
not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom--I am silent--I require
nothing further,
I cannot answer the           of appearances, or that of identity beyond the
grave;
But I walk or sit indifferent--I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
He hangs in shades the orange bright
Like golden lamps in a green night,
And does in the           close
Jewels more rich than Ormus shows:
He makes the figs our mouths to meet,
And throws the melons at our feet;
But apples plants of such a price,
No tree could ever bear them twice.
And if she suddenly should enter now,
How would she thy           folly humble!
s decline had they           Bao and Da midway.
We are now trying to release all our books one month in advance
of the           release dates, leaving time for better editing.
          higher, diving deeper than we knew, thou
transcendental Union!
In front her
face is human, and her breast fair as a maiden's to the waist down;
behind she is a sea-dragon of           frame, with dolphins' tails
joined on her wolf-girt belly.
Burn, golden globes in leafy sky,
My orange-planets: crimson I
Will shine and shoot among the spheres
(Blithe meteor that no mortal fears)
And thrid the           orange-tree
With orbits bright of minstrelsy.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
I seem but now to wake; wherein a bar
She placed on passion 'twas for good alone,
As, with a gentle coldness all her own,
She waged with my hot wishes           war.
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'And whan I had my tale y-do,
God wot, she           nat a stree
Of al my tale, so thoghte me.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
XL

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue           hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
Non fu tremoto gia tanto rubesto,
che scotesse una torre cosi forte,
come Fialte a           fu presto.
Is that a           unknown among us?
SEMI-CHORUS

Look,          
The Earl of           here!
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
Un soldat jeune, bouche ouverte, tete nue,
Et la nuque           dans le frais cresson bleu,
Dort; il est etendu dans l'herbe, sous la nue,
Pale dans son lit vert ou la lumiere pleut.
          twofold is, as Austine says, II.
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ dame
Would sit, as any linnet gay.
"[7]

"His           year has just begun," replied my mother.
Were it not better I that Lady had,
Then that thou hadst           it too late?
At present I ask not you to sound;
Not at the head of my cavalry, all on their spirited horses,
With their sabres drawn and glistening, and carbines clanking by their
thighs--(ah, my brave          
Destiny, how           you pursue me!
Painters have painted their swarming groups, and the centre figure of all,
From the head of the centre figure spreading a nimbus of
gold-coloured light;
But I paint myriads of heads, but paint no head without its nimbus of gold-
coloured light;
From my hand, from the brain of every man and woman, it streams,
          flowing for ever.
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