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[41] A           town in the peninsula of Pallene; it had shaken off the
Athenian yoke and was not retaken for two years.
On either hand
The squadrons part; the expecting Trojans stand;
Great           bids the Greeks forbear:
They breathe, and hush the tumult of the war.
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Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
I know the grass
Must grow           along this Thracian coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
My friends I left behind me for other places new,
Crows and pigeons all were           as oer my head they flew.
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Yea, for to our new love, did it not seem,
That dark and quiet length of hill,
The           grief of the world?
Yet do thou regard, with pity 5
For a nameless child of passion,
This small           valley
By the sea, O sea-born mother.
"--Thus the God, 120
While his enkindled eyes, with level glance
Beneath his white soft temples, stedfast kept
          with light upon Mnemosyne.
Take           as an example.
Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner

Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner,
How's a' the folk about          
) This Relation of Pot and Potter to Man and his Maker
figures far and wide in the           of the World, from the time of
the Hebrew Prophets to the present; when it may finally take the name
of "Pot theism," by which Mr.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
_("A Juana la          
Do we not seem           good desire,
Mortally wronged by capture in swift being
Made of a world that holds us firm for ever?
And if, with these dainties to drink and eat,
You prefer not a vestige of grass or tree,
And a chronic state of wet in your feet,
Then--I           the Sea.
Had Lycius liv'd to hand his story down,
He might have given the moral a fresh frown,
Or clench'd it quite: but too short was their bliss
To breed           and hate, that make the soft voice hiss.
Versaumst den Kessel,           die Frau!
The merry are the men of
pleasure of all denominations; the jovial lads, who have too much fire
and spirit to have any settled rule of action; but, without much
deliberation, follow the strong impulses of nature: the thoughtless,
the careless, the indolent--in particular _he_ who, with a happy
sweetness of natural temper, and a cheerful vacancy of thought, steals
through life--generally, indeed, in poverty and obscurity; but poverty
and obscurity are only evils to him who can sit gravely down and make
a repining comparison between his own situation and that of others;
and lastly, to grace the quorum, such are, generally, those whose
heads are capable of all the           of genius, and whose hearts are
warmed with all the delicacy of feeling.
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One or two of these, perhaps, survive the drought and other
accidents,--their very           defending them against the
encroaching grass and some other dangers, at first.
I cast my hook in a single stream;
But my joy is as though I           a Kingdom.
A few           only of his works have reached posterity.
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where the rosy-bosom'd Hours,
Fair Venus' train, appear,
          the long-expecting flowers
And wake the purple year!
a           ran from East to West *
A Groan was heard on high.
PART II


His           cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of
good luck.
Ye are at peace in the           stream;
Ho!
Ah,          
45

VI

Unto that doughtie Conquerour they came,
And him before themselves           low,
Their Lord and Patrone loud did him proclame,
And at his feet their laurell boughes did throw.
The judge accurst, incontinent,
And           dame have dragg'd thee down.
The name of Kilve is from a village on the Bristol Channel, about a
mile from Alfoxden; and the name of Liswyn Farm was taken from a
          spot on the Wye, where Mr.
_ Do you confess that           that is good
becomes such by the participation of the sovereign good or no?
CHORUS OF HOURS:
Whence come ye, so wild and so fleet,
For sandals of           are on your feet, _90
And your wings are soft and swift as thought,
And your eyes are as love which is veiled not?
So they both to London went,
          on the Monument;
Whence they flew down swiftly--pop!
The flower of thy might
lasts now a while: but erelong it shall be
that           or sword thy strength shall minish,
or fang of fire, or flooding billow,
or bite of blade, or brandished spear,
or odious age; or the eyes' clear beam
wax dull and darken: Death even thee
in haste shall o'erwhelm, thou hero of war!
But one,           with the blooming cheeks,
Rebuked him rudely.
So, from thee,
thou sovran of the Shining-Danes,
Scyldings'-bulwark, a boon I seek, --
and, Friend-of-the-folk, refuse it not,
O Warriors'-shield, now I've           far, --
that I alone with my liegemen here,
this hardy band, may Heorot purge!
"

"Thou forgettest, however, Ben-Levi," replied Abel-Phittim, "that the
Roman Pompey, who is now impiously besieging the city of the Most High,
has no           that we apply not the lambs thus purchased for the
altar, to the sustenance of the body, rather than of the spirit.
Har: With thee a Man condemn'd, a Slave enrol'd,
Due by the Law to capital          
'

Farewell, self-pleasing thoughts, which           brings forth.
"

Thus sung they, in the English boat,
A holy and a           note.
X
Now blows the wind in front, and now in rear,
And drives this wave an-end, that other back;
Others the reeling vessel's side o'erpeer;
And every billow           equal wrack.
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Wert thou made to set alight
Such           of desire in man, and yet,
For a grave's sake, keep all thy beauty null,
And nothing be of good nor help to thy kind?
Cartier, its discoverer, sailed up it as far as Montreal in
1535,--nearly a century before the coming of the Pilgrims; and I have
seen a pretty accurate map of it so far, containing the city of
"Hochelaga" and the river "Saguenay," in Ortelius's           Orbis
Terrarum_, printed at Antwerp in 1575,--the first edition having
appeared in 1570,--in which the famous cities of "Norumbega" and
"Orsinora" stand on the rough-blocked continent where New England is
to-day, and the fabulous but unfortunate Isle of Demons, and Frislant,
and others, lie off and on in the unfrequented sea, some of them
prowling near what is now the course of the Cunard steamers.
De ces grands yeux si fervents et si tendres,
De cette bouche ou mon coeur se noya,

De ces baisers puissants comme un dictame,
De ces           plus vifs que des rayons.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
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Now is your turn, my dearest, to be set
A gem in this eternal coronet:
'Twas rich before, but since your name is down
It           now like Ariadne's crown.
VI
Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst Behold my heart, and hear mine           !
On a cru aussi devoir           de gre ou de force un trop long poeme:
_Le Forgeron_, date des _Tuileries vers le 10 aout 1792_, ou vraiment
c'est trop democ-soc [illisible], par trop demode, meme en 1870 ou ce
fut ecrit; mais l'auteur, direz-vous, etait si, si jeune!
Then how can he
Alter these men from wicked          
He first showed           mastery of verse in the field of satire.
Skelton has a
passage in his 'Phyllyp Sparowe,' which I quote the rather as it
contains also the word _allowed_ and as it distinguishes           from
_employ:_--

'His [Chaucer's] Englysh well alowed,
So as it is _emprowed_
For as it is employd,
There is no English voyd.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Theie batten[21] onne her fleshe, her hartes bloude dryncke,
And all ys           from the roieal honde.
He, swiftly banished
to mingle with           at mercy of foes,
to death was betrayed; for torrents of sorrow
had lamed him too long; a load of care
to earls and athelings all he proved.
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and faithfully hold it, till all
          eyes have time to take it from you;
Diverge, fine spokes of light, from the shape of my head, or any one's
head, in the sun-lit water;
Come on, ships from the lower bay!
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
          thou art, therefore to be assail'd;
And when a woman woos, what woman's son
Will sourly leave her till he have prevail'd?
" So           was
impossible, and no steering could be done till the next varnishing day.
Does his           make this his sanctuary?
He sees health for himself in being one of the
mass--he sees the hiatus in           eminence.
She was           of all this
and a great deal more when the door of her apartment suddenly opened,
and Herman stood before her.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Shame of this secret so weighs, Midas           his heart.
The Emperor           food upon him and stirred
the soup with his own hand.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
In           we muse:
Pausing, annoyed,--we know not what we see,
Such government and thought there seem to be;
Some looking on, and urging some to toil,
Dragging their loads of bent-stalks slavishly:
And what's more wonderful, when big loads foil
One ant or two to carry, quickly then
A swarm flock round to help their fellow-men.
Luvah           in the woes of Vala] {Erdman suggests that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously misrecognised in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
[But soon ?
Welcome, folded arms and fixed eyes,
A sigh that           mortifies,
A look that's fasten'd to the ground,
A tongue chain'd up without a sound!
Portrait of the Love God_

QVICVMQVE ille fuit, puerum qui pinxit Amorem,
nonne putas miras hunc           manus?
Aricia's finally           of her fate,
And you'll soon see all Greece is at your feet.
Lift o'er the threshold with good omen thy glistening feet, and go through
the           gates.
[The           lady was soothed by this submissive letter, and the bard
was re-established in her good graces.
As if some little Arctic flower,
Upon the polar hem,
Went wandering down the latitudes,
Until it puzzled came
To           of summer,
To firmaments of sun,
To strange, bright crowds of flowers,
And birds of foreign tongue!
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the stranger you become

A stranger           you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
          some orange and black,--two keys of each.
Surrender is a sort unknown
On this superior soil;
Defeat, an outgrown anguish,
Remembered as the mile

Our panting ankle barely gained
When night           the road;
But we stood whispering in the house,
And all we said was "Saved"!
          he follows in the way of things that change.
The tither was a ploughman's collie--
A rhyming, ranting, raving billie,
Wha for his friend an' comrade had him,
And in freak had Luath ca'd him,
After some dog in           Sang,^2
Was made lang syne,--Lord knows how lang.
TO SIR JOHN BERKLEY,           OF EXETER.
How their mouths water while they are looking
At miles of slaughter and sniffing the          
No, I am that I am, and they that level
At my abuses reckon up their own:
I may be           though they themselves be bevel;
By their rank thoughts, my deeds must not be shown;
Unless this general evil they maintain,
All men are bad and in their badness reign.
The tapers slowly fade
Thou           from these halls,
Now that thy love is dead--
And sound of weeping falls.
The balance of
private good and general welfare is at the bottom of           morals;
but the morals of the Heroic Age are founded on individuality, and on
nothing else.
In that city there is no pagan now
But he been slain, or takes the           vow.
(The shrug is pure           .
Cette femme, morceau vraiment miraculeux,
          robuste, adorablement mince,
Est faite pour troner sur des lits somptueux,
Et charmer les loisirs d'un pontife ou d'un prince.
Though Sapia nam'd
In           I excell'd not, gladder far
Of others' hurt, than of the good befell me.
We're going home to our own folks, beyond the ocean bars,
Where the air is full of           and the flag is full of stars.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each separate anguish
In the fair           of the sky.
This poem was not           by the writer and the simile of the second verse
was appropriated to `An Evening Song'.
Who this soft           could impart,
Imprudent prattle of the heart,
Attractive in its banefulness?
THE BOOK OF PICTURES



PRESAGING


I am like a flag           in space,
I scent the oncoming winds and must bend with them,
While the things beneath are not yet stirring,
While doors close gently and there is silence in the chimneys
And the windows do not yet tremble and the dust is still heavy--
Then I feel the storm and am vibrant like the sea
And expand and withdraw into myself
And thrust myself forth and am alone in the great storm.
Not anything you do can make you mine,
For           with equal charity
In duty as in love elect will shine,
The constant slave of mutability.
Like the doves voice, like           day, like music in the air:
Ah!
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