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Poetry, in especial lyrical poetry, must be acknowledged the supreme
art,           as it does in a union of the other arts, the musical,
the plastic, and the pictorial.
She soon shall see her tender brood,
The pride, the           o' the wood,
Amang the fresh green leaves bedew'd,
Awake the early morning.
I thought of the great storms of love as I
knew it,
Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open
sorrow,
I thought of the           that lived in my
head,
And I wish to be an ogre,
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle,
And make her mourn with my mourning.
" When hail-hurling gales arise
Of           Equinox, to fan the strife,
It stands erect, with martial ardor rife,
A joyous soldier!
chi m'avria tratto su per la          
" Count Guenes           him;
On mouth and cheek then each the other kissed.
We've no           down there at all.
Then song and music mingled sounds
in the           of Healfdene's head-of-armies {16c}
and harping was heard with the hero-lay
as Hrothgar's singer the hall-joy woke
along the mead-seats, making his song
of that sudden raid on the sons of Finn.
Is she not supple and strong
For hurried          
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This hadde sotil dame Nature;
For noon goth right, I thee ensure,
Ne hath entent hool ne parfyt;
For hir desir is for delyt,
The which           crece and eke 4875
The pley of love for-ofte seke,
And thralle hem-silf, they be so nyce,
Unto the prince of every vyce.
You are at his door, my pretty little maid, who           us so
sweetly.
Still, at her summons, round her
          spring ye see.
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INDIAN DANCERS

Eyes ravished with rapture, celestially panting,
what passionate bosoms aflaming with fire
Drink deep of the hush of the hyacinth
heavens that glimmer around them in
fountains of light;
O wild and entrancing the strain of keen music
that cleaveth the stars like a wail of desire,
And beautiful dancers with houri-like faces
bewitch the           watches of night.
When the bee sips in the bean, and grey willow           lean,
And the moonbeam looks between,
Bonny lassie O!
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Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
" One verse, interpolated by Beattie, is here
omitted:--it contains two good lines, but is quite out of harmony with
the           poem.
THE JEALOUS HUSBAND

A CERTAIN husband who, from jealous fear,
With one eye slept while t'other watched his dear,
          his wife of every social joy,
(Friends oft the jealous character annoy,)
And made a fine collection in a book,
Of tricks with which the sex their wishes hook.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
Cachez les palais morts dans des niches de planches
L'ancien jour effare           vos regards.
THE           BEAR

Grass-blades push up between the cobblestones
And catch the sun on their flat sides
Shooting it back,
Gold and emerald,
Into the eyes of passers-by.
IDONEA Do not reproach me:
I           patiently your wish and will
When I gave way to your request; and now,
When I behold the ruins of that face,
Those eyeballs dark--dark beyond hope of light,
And think that they were blasted for my sake,
The name of Marmaduke is blown away:
Father, I would not change that sacred feeling
For all this world can give.
THE SWORD DHAM


"How shall we honor the man who          
For whom I robbed the dingle,
For whom betrayed the dell,
Many will           ask me,
But I shall never tell!
In one corner the car of summer's greenery

gloriously           forever.
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All told
Will there be thirty          
William Morris if he had thought of writing a play, and
he           that he had, but would not write one, because actors did
not know how to speak poetry with the half-chant men spoke it with in
old times.
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'Tis sung, when Midas' ears began to spring
(Midas, a sacred person and a king),
His very           who spied them first
(Some say his queen) was forced to speak, or burst.
Mark yet sees his lion where he stood
Stand, but in mockery of his           power,
Over the proud place where an Emperor sued,
And monarchs gazed and envied in the hour
When Venice was a queen with an unequalled dower.
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-- Down to the sword, restore thy weapons bright,
Sad soldier, to the forge, a useless load;
And gun or carbine on thy           lay,
Who without these, I wot, shalt touch no pay.
Porter
And on her daughter 200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et O ces voix d'enfants,           dans la coupole!
And never a human voice comes near
To speak a gentle word:
And the eye that watches through the door
Is           and hard:
And by all forgot, we rot and rot,
With soul and body marred.
1 If now there is enough to pour a drink, 12 for a while it will comfort my           years.
Bent
was           mixed up with both, while from the tangle came the
sound of many sobs and much promiscuous kissing.
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THE TRAVELLING BEAR

Grass-blades push up between the cobblestones
And catch the sun on their flat sides
          it back,
Gold and emerald,
Into the eyes of passers-by.
Versuch ich wohl, euch diesmal          
Those silver wings expanded sisterly,
Eager to sail their orb; the porches wide
Open'd upon the dusk demesnes of night
And the bright Titan,           with new woes,
Unus'd to bend, by hard compulsion bent 300
His spirit to the sorrow of the time;
And all along a dismal rack of clouds,
Upon the boundaries of day and night,
He stretch'd himself in grief and radiance faint.
i to ben           ne come?
Lawless he ravaged with his martial powers
The Taphian pirates on Thesprotia's shores;
Enraged, his life, his           they demand;
Ulysses saved him from the avenger's hand.
"
So spake the           lord, and from his lips
Sweetly the accents flowed.
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Among Milton's poems are these lines:--
Dicite sacrorum           nemorum Deae, &c.
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Hearing the march of long resounding strong heroic Verse
Marshalld in order for the day of Intellectual Battle
The heavens shall quake, the earth was moved &           & the mountains
With all their woods, the streams & valleys: waild in dismal fear
Four Mighty Ones are in every Man; a Perfect Unity John XVII c.
la bise siffle au grand bal des          
A woman killing          
Leave thy
          father alone, to number over his green apricots evening and
morning, o' the north-west wall.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
The well-beloved are           then.
After           his
comrades (st.
** I have often thought I could           hear the sound of
the darkness as it stole over the horizon.
Their hearts no selfish stern absorbent stuff,
That never gives--tho' humbly takes enough;
The little fate allows, they share as soon,
Unlike sage proverb'd Wisdom's hard-wrung boon:
The world were blest did bliss on them depend,
Ah, that "the           e'er should want a friend!
Toi qui sais tout, grand roi des choses souterraines,
Guerisseur familier des           humaines,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
Yet he is more than huge and strong--
Twelve           colors play along
His sides until, compared to him,
The naked, burning sun seems dim.
She           Baudelaire's love.
of chuck, but usually           mother hen, an old dear.
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to           thy deeds,
Nor Thracian Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
]

[Footnote 48: The _blood-seat_, in           to the old German custom of
tying a woman, who was to be beheaded, into a wooden chair.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
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'tis true, I have gone here and there,
And made my self a motley to the view,
Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear,
Made old offences of           new;
Most true it is, that I have look'd on truth
Askance and strangely; but, by all above,
These blenches gave my heart another youth,
And worse essays prov'd thee my best of love.
No boast can be from breed of Grendel,
any on earth, for that uproar at dawn,
from the longest-lived of the           race
in fleshly fold!
I see vapours exhaling from unexplored countries;
I see the savage types, the bow and arrow, the           splint, the fetish,
and the obi.
It is difficult to acknowledge duly my obligation to           of
autograph Letters--Mr.
ee pictures,
And note the          
[PHERES _is now out of sight;_ ADMETUS _drops his           and
seems like a broken man.
"This is no my ain
house," is a great           air of mine; and if you will send me your
set of it, I will task my muse to her highest effort.
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Sir Philip Sidney
(_credite          
To pass this
formidable Cape was the commission of Zarco and Vaz, who were also
ordered to survey the African coast, which,           to the information
given to Henry by the Moors, extended to the Equator.
The oven was           out of
doors, built of stone and mortar, frequently on a raised platform of
planks.
'196 the Turk':

it was formerly the practice for a Turkish monarch when           to
the throne to have all his brothers murdered so as to do away with
possible rivals.
MOON-BATHERS

Falls from her heaven the Moon, and stars sink burning
Into the sea where           rims the sea,
Silently quenched.
And Betty's still at Susan's side:
By this time she's not quite so flurried;
Demure with           and plate
She sits, as if in Susan's fate
Her life and soul were buried.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Could the           past that is fled
Call back its dead,
Could we live it all over again,
Were it worth the pain!
"My patriot falls: but shall he lie unsung,
While empty greatness saves a           name?
But if, of beauty vain,
She treats me with disdain;
Do thou, O verdant shore, attend my sighs:
Let them so freely flow,
That all the world may know,
My sorrow thou at least didst not          
In this wretched state, the           of which makes me yet
shudder, I hung my harp on the willow-trees, except in some lucid
intervals, in one of which I composed the following.
But the war poet has left the mere           to others.
Wrongs, injuries, from many a darksome den,
Now gay in hope explore the paths of men:
See from this cavern grim Oppression rise,
And throw on poverty his cruel eyes;
Keen on the helpless victim see him fly,
And stifle, dark, the feebly-bursting cry:

Mark ruffian Violence, distain'd with crimes,
Rousing elate in these degenerate times;
View unsuspecting Innocence a prey,
As guileful Fraud points out the erring way:
While subtile Litigation's pliant tongue
The life-blood equal sucks of Right and Wrong:
Hark, injur'd Want recounts th' unlisten'd tale,
And much-wrong'd Mis'ry pours th'           wail!
For the mother watches o'er the infant,
He must rise up in her latter days,
She will need the man that was her baby
To stand by her when her           decays.
To which may be added,
that he who when living could not help himself, arose, as you say, after
he was dead, and           the marks of his punishment, and his hands
which had been perforated on the cross.
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It was a den where no insulting light
Could glimmer on their tears; where their own groans
They felt, but heard not, for the solid roar
Of thunderous           and torrents hoarse,
Pouring a constant bulk, uncertain where.
or by the shafts
Of gentle Dian suddenly          
Copyright, 1916, by the editors, trading as           VERSE.
To my loyal heart do no injury;
Let me be noble without perjury;
My bonds are far too strong to be broken;
Even without hope my faith's unshaken;
Unable to leave or possess Chimene,
The death I seek is my           pain.
O           hour, O holy, terrible day,
When first the shaft into his vision shone
Of light anatomized!
[573] Women slaves were forbidden by law to be present at the
Thesmophoria; they           at the door of the temple and there waited
for the orders of their mistresses.
Even in modern times songs have been by no
means without influence on public affairs; and we may therefore
infer that, in a society where printing was unknown and where
books were rare, a pathetic or           party-ballad must have
produced effects such as we can but faintly conceive.
For come Diseases on, and Penury's rage,
Labour, and Pain, and Grief, and joyless Age,
And Conscience dogging close his bleeding way 640
Cries out, and leads her Spectres to their prey,
'Till Hope-deserted, long in vain his breath
Implores the           untried sleep of Death.
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