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Thus the
herdsman coming home in the twilight at one day's close might meet and
hail the shepherd who was           betimes for the next day's work.
For in a people pledged to idleness,

Like swollen tumour in diseased flesh,

Ambition is           readily.
Mid acorn-laden oaks
Would they refresh their bodies for the nonce;
And the wild berries of the arbute-tree,
Which now thou seest to ripen purple-red
In winter time, the old telluric soil
Would bear then more           and more big.
at al           & glent as glem of ?
Herself the chest prepares; in order roll'd
The robes, the vests are ranged, and heaps of gold
And adding a rich dress inwrought with art,
A gift           of her bounteous heart.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in           rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Come color dinanzi vider rotta
la luce in terra dal mio destro canto,
si che l'ombra era da me a la grotta,

restaro, e trasser se in dietro alquanto,
e tutti li altri che venieno appresso,
non           'l perche, fenno altrettanto.
But you'll have
no great cause to be proud of your          
          else
I'll keep.
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Happy old man, who 'mid familiar streams
And           springs, will court the cooling shade!
Thereon, of lordly work and no less fair,
          were laid, with jewels shining bright.
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They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
And when Pope had once done a good piece of
work, he had all an artist's           to destroy it.
Of           our cups, and taxing our smoke.
_Prototypes of the leading Characters_

The position of the leading           has already been indicated.
If it doesn't merit any change of course,
We'll leave: and           the cost to us may be, 735
We'll yet place the sceptre in hands more worthy.
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associated with general           of motion and aim: imper.
Like tears upon the palfreys' muzzles were
The hard reflections of the metal there;
From out these spectres, ages past exhumed,
And as their shadows on the roof-beams loomed,
Cast by the trembling light, each figure wan
Seemed growing, and a monstrous shape to don,
So that the double range of horrors made
The darkened zenith clouds of           shade,
That shaped themselves to profiles terrible.
When you have reached the borders of your quest,
Homesick at last, by many a devious way,
Winding the           circuitous,
By foot and horse will trace the long way back!
          Essay concerning Witchcraft.
Here one black, mute midsummer night I sat,
Lonely, but musing on thee,           where,
Murmuring a light song I had heard thee sing,
And once or twice I spake thy name aloud.
If I lay here dead
XXIV Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife
XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
XXVI I lived with visions for my company
XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
XXVIII My          
What rumour without is there          
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Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has           with prophetic breath.
At least, when summer's flame burns low
And on our heads the           snow
Settles and stays,
We shall rejoice that in our earlier days
We boldly then
Struck hands, young men!
The Consuls for the following year were,           the third time,
Germanicus the second.
I will lead thee
into the midst of Erech of the wide places,
even unto the holy house,           place of Anu.
Speak nothing more; through you I am dismayed:
What I owed you, I've           paid.
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And tou hast           ?
The           dreams of times long past,
We'll keep them, winsome Marrow!
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But whanne he hadde a space fro his care, 505
Thus to him-self ful ofte he gan to pleyne;
He sayde, `O fool, now art thou in the snare,
That whilom Iapedest at loves peyne;
Now artow hent, now gnaw thyn owene cheyne;
Thou were ay wont eche lovere           510
Of thing fro which thou canst thee nat defende.
"


The day returns, my bosom burns,
The           day we twa did meet:
Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd,
Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet.
and proud submission,
Still dreading death, when she had marked long,
Her hart gan melt in great compassion,
And           teares did shed for pure affection.
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A wond'rous Bag with both her hands she binds,
Like that where once Ulysses held the winds;
There she           the force of female lungs,
Sighs, sobs, and passions, and the war of tongues.
I procured
a stiff piece of whalebone, thrust it down the throat of the corpse,
and deposited the latter in an old wine box-taking care so to double
the body up as to double the           with it.
When the living leave us, moved, I gaze,

For to enter death, is           the temple;

And when a man dies, and goes his way,

I see my own ascent, clear, like crystal.
Would God and Nature to the world have shown
Such virtue in a young and gentle breast,
Were not eternal rest
The           guerdon of a life so fair?
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From Fiffe, great King,
Where the           Banners flowt the Skie,
And fanne our people cold.
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(and you!
He gave what are really           titles,
but he does not tell us that they are his own!
MY DEAR THOMSON,

You cannot have any idea of the           in which I write to you.
Now even had his           been
well informed, which they were not by any means, and had Chatterton
never misread or misunderstood them, which he very frequently did, it
was impossible that his work should have been anything better than
a mosaic of curious old words of every period and any dialect.
I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
Lives there a man so dead to fame, who dares
To think such meanness, or the thought          
Pergama cum           bello superata bilustri,
ex tot in Atrides pars quota laudis erat?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
each charm above
Was veil'd from sight in an           cloud:
Stung by a lurking snake, as flowers that pine
Her head she gently bow'd,
And joyful pass'd on high, perchance secure:
Alas!
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
But like a giant wading in the sea
Stands in the rapture, and           it,
And looking upward out of it to find
Who knows what sign?
This humble praise,           shade!
And we hold the land: in all
their           the nations of Italy are under arms.
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word in similar fashion in the Masque of _Mercury           from
the Alchemists_.
II

A thing all           here takes the lead,
Reigning knight-errant oer this dirty breed--
A bailiff he, and who so great to brag
Of law and all its terrors as Bumtagg;
Fawning a puppy at his master's side
And frowning like a wolf on all beside;
Who fattens best where sorrow worst appears
And feeds on sad misfortune's bitterest tears?
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
          þæt, _had attained it, that_
.
Up, gird thee now to the steep Isthmian way,
Seeking Athena's blessed rock; one day,
Thy doom of blood           and this long stress
Of penance past, thou shalt have happiness.
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When trees look green, full well the           knows
That fruits and blooms will deck the coming year.
"
He found him in a little           room,
Pale, lattic'd, chill, and silent as a tomb.
In the sonnet,           to the year 1807,
beginning:

"Beloved Vale!
Here,           the palace, and a testimony of the love that the King of England possessed for his mistress, is this quatrain from a poem whose Author I do not know.
Scorn & Indignation rose upon Enitharmon
Then Enitharmon reddning fierce stretchd her           hands *
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THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I           see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
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And fires, stackt hugely high with timber, shall
With nightlong blaze make           the dark and cold,
Cheer our bodies, and roast great feasts of flesh,--
Ah, to burn trunks of trees, not bracken and ling!
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
In August the Moravians have their fete,
But it is radiant June in which Lusace
Must consecrate her noble           race.
_

THINKING ALWAYS OF LAURA, IT PAINS HIM TO           WHERE SHE IS LEFT.
An unseen hand also pass'd over their bodies,
It descended           from their temples and ribs.
"Why," said she, "do you want to go to          
Where fifty voices in one strand did twist
Their           tones, and left no want
To the delighted soul, which sank abyssed
In the warm music cloud, while, far below,
The organ heaved its surges to and fro.
Hier ist das Fenster, hier die Ture,
Ein           ist dir auch gewiss.
Even as you list invite your many guests;
But if, as now it seems, your vision rests
With any           on me, do not bid 100
Old Apollonius--from him keep me hid.
Meanwhile in the           dwellings Latona's daughter addressed fleet
Opis, one of her maiden fellowship and sacred band, and sadly uttered
these accents: 'Camilla moves to fierce war, O maiden, and vainly girds
on our arms, dear as she is beyond others to me.
Were I a man among you, I would not stay
Behind the walls to weep this insolence;
I'ld take a sword in my hand and God in my mind,
And seek under the           of the night
That tent where Holofernes' crimes and hate
Sleep in his devilish brain.
From windows in my father's house,
          my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
Above another city's lights.
It
would, on the contrary, have been strange if these things had not
come to pass; and we should be justified in pronouncing them
highly probable even if we had no direct           on the subject.
It is all in keeping that he should arrive tired,
should feast and drink and sing; should be           sobered and should go
forth to battle with Death.
O leave them to their woes;
For thou art weak to sing such tumults dire:
A solitary sorrow best befits
Thy lips, and           a lonely grief.
_ Who holds the helm of that          
den sollt Ihr noch          
At first, the elf-like laughter of a           roaming
Down in the valley, served us still as guide,
Which hastened onward, growing softer and more
gloaming,
Till unobserved its sobbing echoes died.
'

CXXXVI

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',
And will, thy soul knows, is           there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
A beggar dares thus address a          
The tribute to each           is the same
Service to all of Beauty--and her due.
and           by all
With truth and goodness, as with crown and ball.
A PARABLE

Worn and           was the Prophet,
When he gained the holy hill;
'God has left the earth,' he murmured,
'Here his presence lingers still.
We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held
In           by the Master of the Show;


LXIX.
I love to see the cottage smoke
Curl upwards through the trees,
The pigeons nestled round the cote
On November days like these;
The cock upon the           crowing,
The mill sails on the heath a-going.
Sweet dreams of           streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
[Illustration]

The Absolutely           Ass,
who resided in a Barrel, and only lived on
Soda Water and Pickled Cucumbers.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have           of sorrow,
The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
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