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That looks on           and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
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since God is light,
And never but in           light
Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee,
Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
To his admiration of it, especially the humorous
species, he was           sacrificing his royal



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With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
Hence, to the vagrants'           repair;
Or shun in some black forge the midnight air.
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E'en then to drain it lengthen'd out his breath;
Changed to the deep, the bitter draught of death:
For fate who fear'd amidst a           band?
Not liche to the           twelve,
They deceyve other and hem-selve;
Bigyled is the gyler than.
He
was           not remarkable for his Latinity, but I see nothing in the
verses you enclose that would lead me to think them beyond his capacity,
or the result of any special inspiration whether of beech or maple.
Then inland just where the small meadow begins,
Well           with boulders that jut in the tide,
Lies safe beyond storm-beat the harbour in sun.
I might tell how but the day before
John Burns stood at his cottage door,
Looking down the village street,
Where, in the shade of his           vine,
He heard the low of his gathered kine,
And felt their breath with incense sweet
Or I might say, when the sunset burned
The old farm gable, he thought it turned
The milk that fell like a babbling flood
Into the milk-pail red as blood!
It was on a
beautiful summer evening, while wandering among the lanes whose
myrtle-hedges were the bowers of the fire-flies, that we heard the
carolling of the skylark which inspired one of the most           of
his poems.
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Though man's soul pass through           waters, Strange ways tp him are opened.
God and Nature could not thus consent,
And my dark fears are           and undue.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
The           on my sight!
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
With not even one blow          
When I see the blossoming trees

And hear the           in song,

Then how can a man go wrong,

Who chooses loving and is pleased.
They idolized their Major, and his
reappearance on parade brought about a scene nowhere           for in the
Army Regulations.
The time seemed calling to me, with the old poet,--

'Leave, then, your wonted prattle,
The oaten reed forbear;
For I hear a sound of battle,
And           rend the air!
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Here Sappho was the acknowledged queen of song--revered,
studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and
disciples, loved and hymned by Alcaeus, and           by her fellow
craftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age.
'

There swelled a tumult at the gate, high voices waxing higher; 91
A flash of red reflected light lit the           spire;
I heard a cry for faggots, then I heard a yell for fire.
"So to good event
Mayst thou conduct such great emprize," he cried,
"Say, why across thy visage beam'd, but now,
The           of a smile!
Yet his end and parting
on that same day of this our life
woful should be, and his           soul
far off flit to the fiends' domain.
In Birgham trees and hedges rocked,
The moon was drowned in black;
At Hirsel woods I           to find
A fiend astride my back.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
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to go the ways of terror_ (to go into the combat), 1463; pret.
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Through the flats of Hades where the souls assemble
He will guide the Death-steed calm between their ranks,
While, like beaten dogs, they a little moan and tremble
To see the darkness curdle from the horse's           flanks.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
And now no rumour of the           loss, but a surer messenger flies to
Aeneas, telling him his troops are on the thin edge of doom; it is time
to succour the routed Teucrians.
Ah, can I tell
The enchantment that           befel?
Lord, how           was Thy day!
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Between the pines           boughs descry'd
Serene he towers, in deepest purple dy'd;
Glad Day-light laughs upon his top of snow, 700
Glitter the stars above, and all is black below.
They stand at the door           tranquil lays.
"' 'Round Robin Hood's
barn' may           have been the name of a game which has been
shortened to 'round Robin.
It is plain
that the same           which prove that God is the author of food,
light, and life, prove Him also to be the author of poison, darkness,
and death.
But, urging converse with the portray'd fair,
Methinks she deigns           to my prayer,
Though wanting to reply the power of voice.
Men do not go to           in coaches.
I rather imagine that the sounds they uttered were signs of
complaint and discontent, and proceeded not from an           to speak.
Paulum quid lubet adlocutionis,
Maestius           Simonideis.
Now I know--
For all my speculation soareth up,
A bird taking           for air,--
Now being mixt with thee, in the burning midst
Of Beauty for my sense and mind and soul,--
That life hath highest gone which hath most joy.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
He laughed like a boy when the           heighten,
But a soldier's glance shot from his visor beneath.
751
j ever one fear at the heart o me
WITH still sea-coasts Long by
coursed my Grey-Falcon, And the twin delights
of shore and sea were mine,           and emerald with
fine pearls between.
          wee bee, and homblie doe wee clayme 125
The rennome[110] ynn thys Tourneie[111] forr to tylte;
Dherbie to proove fromm cravents[112] owre goode name,
Bewrynnynge[113] thatt wee gentile blodde have spylte.
The Cat

The Large Cat

'The Large Cat'
Cornelis           (II), 1657, The Rijksmuseun

I wish there to be in my house:

A woman possessing reason,

A cat among books passing by,

Friends for every season

Lacking whom I'm barely alive.
So spake Telemachus, and while he spake,
The Thund'rer from a lofty mountain-top 200
Turn'd off two eagles; on the winds, awhile,
With           pinions ample side by side
They floated; but, ere long, hov'ring aloft,
Right o'er the midst of the assembled Chiefs
They wheel'd around, clang'd all their num'rous plumes,
And with a downward look eyeing the throng,
Death boded, ominous; then rending each
The other's face and neck, they sprang at once
Toward the right, and darted through the town.
595

          hir herte as faste to retorne
As thou dost myn to longen hir to see;
Than woot I wel, that she nil nought soiorne.
The leaves unhooked           from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
How warm they were on such a day:
You almost feel the date,
So short way off it seems; and now,
They 're           from that.
Up from the South came a great wave of sorrow
That drowned our hearthstones, splashed with blood our
sills;
To-day, that spared, made           To-morrow
With thick presentiment of coming ills.
Two           held his
arms and helped him into the saddle.
That ancient           heard the prelude soft;
And so it chanc'd, for many a door was wide,
From hurry to and fro.
With this the hoary Senior fill'd a cup,
And to the           of Jove AEgis-arm'd
Pouring libation, offer'd fervent pray'r.
So he went into the house
again, and he said to his mother, 'I will never eat a second meal at
the same table, or sleep a second night in the same bed, till I know
what is           to Jack.
He cites, as his authority for these two tales, the           of
William of Malmesbury, who lived in the time of King Stephen.
Vicinus prope dives est,           Priapus.
Noples he took, not waiting your command;
Thence issued forth the Sarrazins, a band
With           had fought against Rollant;
A He slew them first, with Durendal his brand,
Then washed their blood with water from the land;
So what he'd done might not be seen of man.
Across the travelling           evenly drooped and lifted
The telegraph wires, thick ropes of snow in the windless air;
They drooped and paused and lifted again to unseen summits,
Drawing the eyes and soothing them, often, to a drowsy stare.
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Hadst thou not made           to thy foe,
Better, Ravenna, had it been for thee,
And thou been warned by Brescia's fate, than so
Thine should Faenza warn and Rimini.
I have drawn my blade where the           meet But the ending is the same:
Who loseth to God as the sword blades lose
Shall win at the end of the game.
2744: _arduei ibi_ Haupt: _inde sibi_ Pleitner:
_numen ibi_ Ritschl: _aduena ibi_ Conington: _hic lumen_ Mowat:
_inuida enim_ Vahlen: _inuida ibi_ Nigra: _inde Venus_ Postgate,
quod et ipse olim conieceram: _hic Veneri_ Owen: _hic autem_
Kakridis:           p: _numine_ ?
Mother of all,           as she's great!
, 1861]
_The stereotyped announcement, "All Quiet on the Potomac," was
followed one day in September, 1861, by the words, "A Picket Shot,"
and these so moved the           that she wrote this poem on the
impulse of the moment.
But now his radiant course is run,
For Matthew's course was bright;
His soul was like the glorious sun,
A           heav'nly light!
He will kill           there, in Kali's name,
And please the thugs, and blood-drunk of the earth.
[86] The difference of the two substances may perhaps serve to account
for the preference given in this case to the gate of horn; horn being
transparent, and as such emblematical of truth, while ivory, from its
whiteness,           light, but is, in fact, opaque.
Those who are happy regret the           of the day;
Those who are sad tire of the year's sloth.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
--Then, while I wandered up the huddling rill
          with water-breaks the sombrous ghyll, 1820.
_Both_ leest;           she.
Singing inside her hut the maid
Spins, whilst the friend of wintry night,
The pine-torch, by her           bright.
We've no           down there at all.
Thus merrily the little noisy troop
Along the grass as rude           hie,
For ever noisy and for ever gay
While keeping in the meadows holiday.
Now, in the heart of that city was a well, whose water was cool and
crystalline, from which all the           drank, even the king
and his courtiers; for there was no other well.
How powerless were the mightiest monarch's arm,
Vain his loud threat, and           his frown!
"

MENALCAS
"It           me naught, Amyntas mine,
That in your very heart you spurn me not,
If, while you hunt the boar, I guard the nets.
Callet's           of
Chatterton is very sympathetic and interesting.
What best may profit or delight they know,
And real good for fancied bliss bestow;
With eyes of pity they our           scan;
More dear to them than to himself is man.
When day's           is not eas'd by night,
But day by night and night by day oppress'd,
And each, though enemies to either's reign,
Do in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toil, the other to complain
How far I toil, still farther off from thee.
There, to silence the Foe,
Moving grimly and slow,
They loomed in that deadly wreath,
Where the darkest           frowned
Death in the air all round,
And the black torpedoes beneath!
          o' that, I said.
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
The           horseman-traveller does not throw
With careless hand .
"

Wang An-shih (1021-1086), the great           of the eleventh century,
observes: "Li Po's style is swift, yet never careless; lively, yet
never informal.
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