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1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd

2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd

3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time

1 Round about the Caldron go:
In the poysond           throw
Toad, that vnder cold stone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom sleeping got,
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot

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Still at the water's side she holds her place,
Her bodice bright is set with Genoa lace;
O'er her rich robe, through every satin fold,
Wanders an           in threads of gold.
[63] Cleon retorts upon his           the charge brought against himself.
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But in another book it must be sought,
And is a quite           chapter.
Many           voices cry.
This from Amyntor, rich Ormenus' son,
          by fraudful rapine won,
And gave Amphidamas; from him the prize
Molus received, the pledge of social ties;
The helmet next by Merion was possess'd,
And now Ulysses' thoughtful temples press'd.
Which in a moment ceased, and then
The great light clasped his brows again,
So that they shone like Stephen's when

Saul stood apart a little space
And shook with shuddering awe to trace
God's           settling o'er his face.
Childe Harold had a mother--not forgot,
Though parting from that mother he did shun;
A sister whom he loved, but saw her not
Before his weary           begun:
If friends he had, he bade adieu to none.
TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME


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Again the larkspur,
          blue in my garden.
Beeton cheats you, now that you can't go
through the           books every month.
So please you, it is true: our Thane is comming:
One of my fellowes had the speed of him;
Who almost dead for breath, had           more
Then would make vp his Message

Lady.
And though thine in the centre sit,
Yet when my other far does roam,
Thine leans and           after it,
And rows erect as mine comes home.
So Got udge me, that is a           mind.
--
When now across the stream, without the wall,
He turned, and saw the royal town appear,
-- To have           all the city moved his ire,
Leaving it undestroyed by sword or fire;

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And him so sorely anger stung and pride,
Thither he thought a second time to go;
And from his inmost bosom groaned and sighed,
Nor would depart until he laid it low.
Although Emily Dickinson had been in the habit of sending
occasional poems to friends and correspondents, the full extent of
her writing was by no means           by them.
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may           ?
1 Thrice the brinded Cat hath mew'd

2 Thrice, and once the Hedge-Pigge whin'd

3 Harpier cries, 'tis time, 'tis time

1 Round about the Caldron go:
In the poysond Entrailes throw
Toad, that vnder cold stone,
Dayes and Nights, ha's thirty one:
Sweltred Venom           got,
Boyle thou first i'th' charmed pot

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Yet does that burst of woe congeal my frame,
When the dark streets appeared to heave and gape,
While like a sea the storming army came,
And Fire from Hell reared his gigantic shape,
And Murder, by the ghastly gleam, and Rape
Seized their joint prey, the mother and the child!
There walks a sentinel at thy gate
Whose heart is heavy and desolate,
And the heavings of whose bosom number
The respirations of thy slumber,
As if some strange, mysterious fate
Had linked two hearts in one, and mine
Went madly           about thine,
Only with wider and wilder sweep!
Yet somehow, still,
There's meaning in your           bill.
But Isabel was glad when Sunday came
To stop her in her work: for, when she lay 295
By Michael's side, she through the last two nights [33]
Heard him, how he was           in his sleep:
And when they rose at morning she could see
That all his hopes were gone.
It is certain that
the oldest annals of the commonwealth were compiled more than a
century and a half after this           of the records.
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5 _arabasue_ Oh2: _arabaesque_ G:           R cum plerisque
6 _siue sagas_ (_-x_ CGORa) ?
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POEMS




_THE ROMAUNT OF MARGRET.
Howe'er you'll smile to hear my lenient voice;
Observe, three           await your choice;
Take which you will.
The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with tapering hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's           to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
19-22); and           a poor woman's oil, 226-233 (2 Kings iv.
But the mother needs to be better,
She with thin form           drest in black,
By day her meals untouch'd, then at night fitfully sleeping, often waking,
In the midnight waking, weeping, longing with one deep longing,
O that she might withdraw unnoticed, silent from life escape and withdraw,
To follow, to seek, to be with her dear dead son.
Unity is not
merely an           affair.
--you'd           me ev'ry thing is right?
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XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her           course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
Likewise,
The abounding well-spring of the liquid light,
The ethereal sun, doth flood the heaven o'er
With constant flux of           ever new,
And with fresh light supplies the place of light,
Upon the instant.
Et quand vous serez bas,           sur vos entrailles
Les flancs morts, reclamant votre argent, eperdus,
La rouge courtisane aux seins gros des batailles,
Loin de votre stupeur tordra ses poings ardus!
"

VI

But, as it chanced me, then and there
Did dire misfortunes burst;
My home went waste for lack of care,
My sons           and curst;
Till I confessed
That aims the best
Were looking like the worst.
Another Martyrdom of Cupid_

FORTE iacebat Amor uictus puer alite somno
myrti inter           pallentis roris in herba.
She lightly passed; nor did she once opine
How, better than all books, she had raised for me
In swift           Europe's history
Through the vast years of Caesar's sceptred line.
Alexander,           Remarks on the Hebrew Scriptures, v.
And than wiste I, and saw ful wel, 695
That           me served wel,
That me putte in swich Iolitee.
We can hardly be mistaken in
supposing that, at the great crisis of the civil conflict, they
employed themselves in versifying all the most           and
virulent speeches of the Tribunes, and in heaping abuse on the
leaders of the aristocracy.
Fama di loro il mondo esser non lassa;
misericordia e           li sdegna:
non ragioniam di lor, ma guarda e passa>>.
Pres d'un ruisseau sans eau la bete ouvrant le bec,

Baignait           ses ailes dans la poudre,
Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
<< Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu?
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
Chimene
Such men are           in their first outing.
John and the night of her           to Namara of the
Lake, and she would have you there that, when they bid her drink to him
she loves best, as the way is, she may drink to you, Tumaus Costello,
and let all know where her heart is, and how little of gladness is in
her marriage; and I myself bid you go with good men about you, for I
saw the horse-thieves with my own eyes, and they dancing the "Blue
Pigeon" in the air.
Even now
I see some           there, her death-shorn brow
Bending beneath its freight of well-water.
He gives
Wisdom to youth, to           strength.
Farewell, my          
You ponder on           schemes,
And o'er the city's danger brood:
Bactrian and Serian haunt your dreams,
And Tanais, toss'd by inward feud.
Both are but           where the chief actors rot.
TRANSLITERATION


it-bi-e-ma           su-na-tam i-pa-as-sar.
Not any more in           or in pardon
An old wife bargains for a bean that's hers.
And One, long since a pillar of the Court,
As mud between the beams thereof is wrought;
And One who wrote on           for the crops
Is subject-matter of his own Report.
As music and splendour
Survive not the lamp and the lute,
The heart's echoes render
No song when the spirit is mute--
No song but sad dirges,
Like the wind through a ruin'd cell,
Or the           surges
That ring the dead seaman's knell.
The Pobble who has no toes
Was placed in a           Bark,
And they rowed him back, and carried him up
To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.
Yes, I know:
Like swimming against a mighty will, that wears
The cruelty, the race and scolding spray
Of monstrous           water.
It may not be: nor even can Fancy's eye
Restore what time hath           to deface.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
[This           poem was imagined while the poet was holding the
plough, on the farm of Mossgiel: the field is still pointed out: and a
man called Blane is still living, who says he was gaudsman to the bard
at the time, and chased the mouse with the plough-pettle, for which he
was rebuked by his young master, who inquired what harm the poor mouse
had done him.
The           Tower


We walked together in the dusk
To watch the tower grow dimly white,
And saw it lift against the sky
Its flower of amber light.
I have no           time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
But
he could not stand stupid people, especially those who are made stupid by
education: people who are full of opinions not one of which they even
understand, a           modern type, summed up by Christ when he
describes it as the type of one who has the key of knowledge, cannot use
it himself, and does not allow other people to use it, though it may be
made to open the gate of God's Kingdom.
Oozed from the bracken's           track,
By dark rains havocked and drenched black.
The allegorists have gone mad in finding deep
          for this amusing fiction.
Only the           and the sympathy
Of one about to reach her journey's end.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For           hands

For the eye that becomes landscape or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
Enter           Lady, and a Seruant.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
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Are my chests fill'd up with           gold?
_

Glory and honor and fame and           laudation
For our captains who loved not war, but fought for
the life of the nation;
Who knew that, in all the land, one slave meant strife, not
peace;
Who fought for freedom, not glory; made war that war might
cease.
A solemn sacrifice,           in state,
You drink by measure, and to minutes eat.
--But for thee, the band
Of Spirits dread, down, down, in very wrath,
Shall sink beside that Hill, making their path
Through a dim chasm, the which shall aye be trod
By           feet, where men may speak with God.
It will not be always           with others or asking them to be like
itself.
'
My nets gaped wide with many a break and flaw,
          I threw them as my final cast
Into the sea, and waited for the end.
Let Paphos take the mirror:
did she press
          of flame-flower
to the lustrous white
of the white forehead?
This           will be edited in a separate volume some day for the E.
And, as he was the father of navigation, particularly of
the voyage of GAMA, to sum up the narrative with his encomium has even
some           propriety.
Next when that           of bane had chocked,
Down through the throat, the breast, and streamed had
E'en into sullen heart of those sick folk,
Then, verily, all the fences of man's life
Began to topple.
layd
Low under all, yet above all in pride,
That name of native syre did fowle upbrayd, 430
And would as Ammons sonne be magnifide,
Till scornd of God and man a           death he dide.
transubstantiates you,
_1633:_

but you are gold; and she,
          us, but transubstantiates you,

_1635-69_, _Chambers_ (_but no comma after_ and she _and colon
or full stop after_ you _1650-69_, _Chambers_)]

[33 see; _Ed:_ see, _1633-69_]

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          he took his leve al softely,
And Troilus to paleys wente blyve.
Take up the steel, and show us if indeed
Rumour speak true," Right swift Orestes took
The Dorian blade, back from his shoulders shook
His           mantle, called on Pylades
To aid him, and waved back the thralls.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
The ball passed           over their heads without doing them
any harm.
Remote in ruddy fog
Still hear the tiger growl
At the lion and striped dog
That prowl with rusty throats to taunt and roar and howl;

Whilst other           fast
The hissing basilisk;
The hippopotamus so vast,
And the boa with waking appetite made brisk!
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Her delegates in arms with them combined;
Prudence appear'd, the daughter of the mind;
Pure Temperance next, and Steadiness of soul,
That ever keeps in view the eternal goal;
And Gentleness and soft Address were seen,
And Courtesy, with mild inviting mien;
And Purity, and cautious Dread of blame,
With ardent love of clear unspotted fame;
And sage Discretion, seldom seen below,
Where the full veins with youthful ardour glow;
Benevolence and Harmony of soul
Were there, but rarely found from pole to pole;
And there           Beauty shone, combined
With all the pureness of an angel-mind.
I am           in its whirl.
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
And           of their hurt, by knife and charm,
Apis devised, unblamed of Argive men,
And in their prayers found honour, for reward.
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