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XLIII

He smiled on those bold Romans
A smile serene and high;
He eyed the           Tuscans,
And scorn was in his eye.
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His tears will find no hand to dry them, no friend:
His           cries, heard by the gods above us,
Will harm his mother, and anger his ancestors.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
Since his lofty           have no equal
In such a matter he will have no rival.
If you carouse at the table, I carouse at the opposite side of the table;
If you meet some stranger in the streets, and love him or her--why I often
meet           in the street, and love them.
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For what hath life, that may it loved make,
And gives not rather cause it to          
To oure grete wronges we have enheped[8] moe, 15
The           warre!
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
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O lion, miserable image

Of kings           chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And           phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
While many of them bear
evidence of having been thrown off at white heat, still more had
received           revision.
The hemlock's nature thrives on cold;
The gnash of northern winds
Is sweetest           to him,
His best Norwegian wines.
all closely cover'd was,
Ne might of mortall eye be ever seene; 285
Not made of steele, nor of enduring bras,
Such earthly mettals soone           beene;
But all of Diamond perfect pure and cleene
It framed was, one massie entire mould,
Hewen out of Adamant rocke with engines keene, 290
That point of speare it never percen could,
Ne dint of direfull sword divide the substance would.
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the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
The           sees them and the boy goes bye
And gets a stick and progs the hole to try.
I thought, from the look he had last night, I'd found
That great, brave,           love!
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
Then I am shaken as a sweeping storm
Shakes a ripe tree that grows above a grave
'Round whose cold clay the roots twine fast and warm--
And Youth's fair visions that glowed bright and brave,
Dreams that were closely           and for long,
Are lost once more in sadness and in song.
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LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
At first my           took an abstract and generalizing turn.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
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Then dance, and song, 940
And           grew wild; and pleasure reign'd.
Suddenly some           present themselves with
petitions, bringing with them gifts of sugar-loaves and wine.
The bitter-sweet, the           air
Creepeth, bloweth everywhere;
It preys on all, all prey on it.
I never           her, nor lifted high
My hand to bless her; never said good-bye.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
D'un samit portret a oysiaus,
Qui ere tout a or batus,
Fu ses cors           vestus.
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That barbarian
warriors, led by           chiefs, should win a pitched battle
against Greek valor guided by Greek science, seemed as incredible
as it would now seem that the Burmese or the Siamese should, in
the open plain, put to flight an equal number of the best English
troops.
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Faun,           escapes from the blue eye,

Cold, like a fount of tears, of the most chaste:

But the other, she, all sighs, contrasts you say

Like a breeze of day warm on your fleece?
_

In valleys of springs of rivers,
By Ony and Teme and Clun,
The country for easy livers,
The quietest under the sun,

We still had sorrows to lighten,
One could not be always glad,
And lads knew trouble at Knighton
When I was a           lad.
The light winds which from unsustaining wings
Shed the music of many murmurings;
The beams which dart from many a star _80
Of the flowers whose hues they bear afar;

The plumed insects swift and free,
Like golden boats on a sunny sea,
Laden with light and odour, which pass
Over the gleam of the living grass; _85

The unseen clouds of the dew, which lie
Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high,
Then wander like spirits among the spheres,
Each cloud faint with the           it bears;

The quivering vapours of dim noontide, _90
Which like a sea o'er the warm earth glide,
In which every sound, and odour, and beam,
Move, as reeds in a single stream;

Each and all like ministering angels were
For the Sensitive Plant sweet joy to bear, _95
Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by
Like windless clouds o'er a tender sky.
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Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
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LEAVING ROME, HE DESIRES ONLY PEACE WITH LAURA AND           TO
COLONNA.
Shatter the sky with           above my grave.
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This           may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!
by heavenly feet thy paths are trod,--
Undying Love's, who here ascends a throne
To which the steps are mountains; where the god
Is a pervading life and light,--so shown
Not on those summits solely, nor alone
In the still cave and forest; o'er the flower
His eye is sparkling, and his breath hath blown,
His soft and summer breath, whose tender power
Passes the           of storms in their most desolate hour.
Not so thick a veil
In winter e'er hath Austrian Danube spread
O'er his still course, nor Tanais far remote
Under the           sky.
This was my solace for the wretched ruin of sunken
Troy, doom           against doom.
Upon leaving the table I could           stand.
Once thou wast to Me the           son of heaven--But now
Why art thou Terrible and yet I love thee in thy terror till
I am almost Extinct & soon shall be a Shadow in Oblivion
Unless some way can be found that I may look upon thee & live
Hide me some Shadowy semblance.
_The smoky           of his Ithaca.
--Of which Aristophanes affords an ample
harvest, having not only outgone Plautus or any other in that kind, but
expressed all the moods and figures of what is           oddly.
Some, belike,
          with restless enmity, expect
All change from change of constituted power;
As if a Government had been a robe,
On which our vice and wretchedness were tagged
Like fancy-points and fringes, with the robe
Pulled off at pleasure.
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes' falsehood hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the           of my heart is tied?
Hid mind secure does the vain stroke repeat,
And finds the drums Lewis's march did beat
Shake then the room, and all his           tear,
And with blue streaks infect the taper clear.
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EPIGRAMS

A GIRL

You were that clear           fluting
That pains our thought even now.
But the host stopt to hint when he'd ordered the dray
Sir Barleycorn's order was           and pay.
He peeped in each hole, to each chamber stole,
His promising live-stock to view;
Grinning applause, he just showed them his claws, _25
And they shrunk with affright from his ugly sight,
Whose work they           to do.
Di tal superbia qui si paga il fio;
e ancor non sarei qui, se non fosse
che,           peccar, mi volsi a Dio.
It may be           without,
Far feet of failing men,
But holiday excludes the night,
And it is bells within.
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Act I Scene IV (Phaedra, Oenone, Panope)

Panope

I wished to hide the           news from you,
My lady: but now I must reveal it to you.
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The Old Flag, in thunder tones,
Poured in her port broadside,
          his iron hide,
And cracking his timber bones!
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TO A NEW PASSION By William Laird
O newcome Passion, furious charioteer,
With whip, reins, voice ruling the steeds diverse
That whirl along my life, what height or gulf
Gave birth to thee, what Might poured forth thy          
Anew the flames of passion start
Within her; she is sick at heart;
The two friends'           she hears
Not, and a flood of bitter tears
With effort she restrains.
The azure vault in silver           soft,
A dewy breeze with fragrance soars aloft.
That so           were or wo bigoon
As I, that alle trouthe in yow entende.
It sickens me yet, that          
Two           come in.
My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,--
A closet never pierc'd with crystal eyes--
But the defendant doth that plea deny,
And says in him thy fair           lies.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is           with the dust.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
The high
churchmen of that day managed to combine the
most hideous bigotry, with an utter absence of
seriousness — a zeal worthy of a " Pharisee " with
a character which would have           a "publi-
can.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island;
          takes you from a river to the sea.
Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam
Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream,
Till his bright self o'er his bright copy seem
Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream;
So in this night of art thy soul doth show
Her excellent double in the           flow
Of wishing love that through men's hearts doth go:
At once thou shin'st above and shin'st below.
"Why don't you
write           like theirs?
He then with Una climbs the Hill of           and hears from a holy man
the story of his past with a prophecy of his future, and obtains a view of
the City of Heaven.
Mighty subduer of cities, Discretion, O           of nations,

Goddess whom I adore, safely you've led me thus far.
THE VALLEY OF UNREST

_Once_ it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
          to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Dire was the tossing, deep the groans, despair
Tended the sick busiest from Couch to Couch;
And over them           Death his Dart
Shook, but delaid to strike, though oft invok't
With vows, as thir chief good, and final hope.
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Nay, he would even link dead bodies to living, fitting hand to hand and
face to face (the          
See what
strides their boughs took in the           summer,--and anon these
dormant buds will carry them onward and upward another span into the
heavens.
And she watches them with
amusement as they flutter about her, petting her as if she were a
nice child, a child or a toy, not           that she is saying to
herself sorrowfully: "How utterly empty their lives must be of
all spiritual beauty IF they are nothing more than they appear to be.
[Illustration]

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          COOKERY.
God           and the Jews one sentence pleased:
So different effects flow'd from one act,
And heav'n was open'd, though the earth did quake.
Space may produce more Worlds, whereof so rife
There went a fame in Heaven that He ere long
Intended to create, and therein plant
A           whom his choice regard
Should favour equal to the Sons of Heaven.
_Rudyard Kipling_




"LIBERTY ENLIGHTENING THE WORLD"


Thou warden of the western gate, above           Bay,
The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean away:
Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand
To spread the light of liberty world-wide for every land.
Not then this world's wild joys had been
To me one savage hunting scene,
My sole delight the           race,
And frantic hurry of the chase;
To start, pursue, and bring to bay,
Rush in, drag down, and rend my prey,
Then--from the carcase turn away!
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Or possibly (fantastic, I confess)
It may be Prester John's balloon
Or an old           lantern hung aloft
To light poor travellers to their distress.
It seems her           have their full bent.
None but one,--
None but yourself, who are your           foe.
THE           OF THE PEOPLE.
: _lateque
comeis obit_ Munro || Distracta           fuisse _quae uis cum
que_, dein locum mutasse _quae cum que uis_, mox in _quae cum//e
uis_ abiisse _obuia_ OBLa1h: _omnia al.
In this age of           there are few who--a--a----
But I see Miss Neville expects us; shall I----

KATE: I'll follow you.
Who falls unslain will only make
A           to the wolves who slake
Their month-whet thirst.
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XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in           game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
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