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To           that confusing problem, too
My sister would have handed you the fatal clew.
          certest: an vere fama susurrat 5
Grandia te medii tenta vorare viri?
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in           drawers,
Until their time befalls.
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Cannot be merry, and laugh, but they doe ?
`And yet this is a wonder most of alle, 1100
Why thou thus sorwest, sin thou nost not yit,
Touching hir goinge, how that it shal falle,
Ne if she can hir-self           it.
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So these survivors, each by           ways,
Some strange, all sudden, none dishonourable, _400
Met in triumphant death; and when our army
Closed in, while yet wonder, and awe, and shame
Held back the base hyaenas of the battle
That feed upon the dead and fly the living,
One rose out of the chaos of the slain: _405
And if it were a corpse which some dread spirit
Of the old saviours of the land we rule
Had lifted in its anger, wandering by;--
Or if there burned within the dying man
Unquenchable disdain of death, and faith _410
Creating what it feigned;--I cannot tell--
But he cried, 'Phantoms of the free, we come!
The           manuscript--evidently a first draft--from which
(through Dr.
It must not be forgotten that           is never fantastic.
Note: Fulk is           V of Anjou (its capital Angers) also known as Foulques the Younger, Count of Anjou 1109-1129, and King of Jerusalem from 1131 to his death in 1143.
and let them lie
Folded upon thy narrow shelves,
As garments by the soul laid by,
And precious only to          
sinews & flesh Exalt thyself attain a voice
Call to thy dark armd hosts, for all the sons of Men muster together
To           their cities!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel

Keep a watch,           there, on the wall,

While the best, loveliest of them all

I have with me until the dawn.
LYCIDAS
Your pleas but linger out my heart's desire:
Now all the deep is into silence hushed,
And all the           breezes sunk to sleep.
LXII

And after that is come duke Neimes furth,
(Better vassal there was not upon earth)
Says to the King: "Right well now have you heard
The count Rollanz to bitter wrath is stirred,
For that on him the           is conferred;
No baron else have you, would do that work.
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XXXI

All in a kirtle of discolourd say
He clothed was, ypainted full of eyes;
And in his bosome secretly there lay
An           Snake, the which his taile uptyes
In many folds, and mortall sting implyes.
Who knowes if           be with his brother?
' On this subject we had long and           disputes,
always seasoned with pleasantry.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
Yet the admission is made with a smile,
and more than one           is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
It
comes           and inevitably out of man.
I have not now at least one           tower.
Cold, alter'd friendship's cruel part,
To poison Fortune's           dart--
Let me not break thy faithful heart,
And say that fate is mine, Love.
IV
The diver at Sorrento from beneath
The vitreous indigo, who swiftly riseth,
By will and not by action as it seemeth,
Moves not more smoothly, and no thought sur-
miseth
How she takes motion from the lustrous sheath
Which, as the trace behind the swimmer, gleameth Yet           back the aether where it streameth.
From thieving light of eyes impure,
From           sun or wind's caress,
Her days are guarded and secure
Behind her carven lattices,
Like jewels in a turbaned crest,
Like secrets in a lover's breast.
And           fall upon an open sea.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
How dreary to be          
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"I           you the day we embarked.
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          as in a lytargye?
'

He spoke, he turned, then,           round her neck,
Claspt it, and cried, 'Thine Order, O my Queen!
'Twas granted him not
that ever the edge of iron at all
could help him at strife: too strong was his hand,
so the tale is told, and he tried too far
with           of stroke all swords he wielded,
though sturdy their steel: they steaded him nought.
LIFE IS THE BODY'S LIGHT

Life is the body's light; which, once declining,
Those crimson clouds i' th' cheeks and lips leave shining:-
Those counter-changed tabbies in the air,
The sun once set, all of one colour are:
So, when death comes, fresh tinctures lose their place,
And dismal           then doth smutch the face.
Petrarch
speaks with high praise of those poets in his           of Love.
[This letter was first           in the Edinburgh Chronicle.
Should we within the palace, we alone,
Assail them all, I fear lest thy revenge
Unpleasant to thyself and deadly prove,
          thy return.
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THE TIDE
By           Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
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There on a fir, whose spiry           rise
To join its summit to the neighbouring skies;
Dark in embowering shade, conceal'd from sight,
Sat Sleep, in likeness of the bird of night.
XI

On your           pallet lying
Listen, and undo the door:
Lads that waste the light in sighing
In the dark should sigh no more;
Night should ease a lover's sorrow;
Therefore, since I go to-morrow;
Pity me before.
To be sure
Together we have           o'er
The world enough.
My only          
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
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Hailie the bordeleire, who lyves to reste,
Ne ys att nyghtys           hue dysmayde;
The starres doe scantillie[110] the sable brayde; 1010
Wyde ys the sylver lemes of comforte wove;
Speke, Celmonde, does ytte make thee notte afrayde?
A wooden block for hats or wigs;
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Man is too prone, at best, to seek the way that's easy,
He soon grows fond of           rest;
And therefore such a comrade suits him best,
Who spurs and works, true devil, always busy.
For it's a certainty,
          I never knew it till last night,
That marriage, because it is the height of life,
Can only be accomplished to the full
In the high days of the year.
He did not commence writing till an           age.
The Lord of Sweden hath by envoys tendered
          to me.
--
My           does not know how weak I am;
And, as thou see'st, under the arch of heaven
Here do I stand, alone, to helplessness,
By the good God, our common Father, doomed!
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Nor long her blood for           cried in vain:
Her gallant lord begins his awful reign,
In vain her murd'rers for refuge fly,
Spain's wildest hills no place of rest supply.
Though that thou slepe, we may here
Of           gret noyse here.
The gorger or wimple is stated first to have appeared in Edward the
First's reign, and an example is found on the           of Aveline,
Countess of Lancaster, who died in 1269.
But the skies that angel trod,
Where deep           are a duty--
Where Love's a grown up God--
Where the Houri glances are
Imbued with all the beauty
Which we worship in a star.
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
Be not too           with Poins; for he misuses thy
favours so much that he swears thou art to marry his sister Nell.
How shall I behold the face
          of God or Angel, erst with joy
And rapture so oft beheld?
"
And at night by the light of the Mulberry moon
They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,
On the broad green leaves of the           Tree,
And all were as happy as happy could be,
With the Quangle Wangle Quee.
XXIII
More than a hundred fathom buried so,
Where hidden it had lain a mighty space,
The           tool by magic from below
Was fished and born amid the German race;
Who, by one proof and the other, taught to know
Its powers, and he who plots for our disgrace,
The demon, working on their weaker wit,
As last upon its fatal purpose hit.
Now fall the chill           snows
Of man's defect, and every wind that blows
Keeps back the Spring of Freedom's perfect Rose.
Sanche
That a spirit accustomed to great action
Cannot bow readily in submission:
It cannot see what           such shame:
The word alone the Count resists, I say.
Alle these thinges, wel avysed, 475
As I have you er this devysed,
With gold and asure over alle
          were upon the walle.
Bourget           him as
mystic, libertine, and analyst.
U nevre           nevr* *Ai6ao nvXai !
What need hath Nature of
silver dishes, multitudes of waiters,           pages, perfumed napkins?
XXVI

In my young days of wild delight
On balls I madly used to dote,
Fond           they invite
Or the delivery of a note.
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The clock is on the stroke of twelve,
And Johnny is not yet in sight:
--The Moon's in heaven, as Betty sees,
But Betty is not quite at ease; 155
And Susan has a           night.
And
where the dew lies on the primrose, the violet and whitethorn leaves
they are emerald and beryl, yet nothing more than the dews of the
morning on the budding leaves; nay, the road grasses are covered with
gold and silver beads, and the further we go the           they seem to
shine, like solid gold and silver.
For wher-so men had pleyd or waked,
Me thoghte the           as naked
Withouten hir, that saw I ones,
As a coroune withoute stones.
Sometimes indeed, when for an hour or two my spirits are a
little lightened, I _glimmer_ a little into futurity; but my principal
and indeed my only           employment is looking backwards and
forwards in a moral and religious way.
God is not only           to call
Men to repent, but when He strikes withal.
CARL SANDBURG




AND SO TO-DAY


And so to-day--they lay him away--
the boy nobody knows the name of--
the buck private--the unknown soldier--
the           who dug under and died
when they told him to--that's him.
          like the daffadowndilly
Doth then the world go thus, doth all thus move?
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
Most of these Drawings and Rhymes were transferred to lithographic stones
in the year 1846, and were then first           by Mr.
, _massacre through cunning,           attack_: acc.
A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is           caught
Without her diadem.
thou leadest me to summer clime,
And I must taste the           that unfold
In its ripe warmth this gracious morning time.
Curious persons
had           their letters to each other.
Tchaplitzky,
who died in poverty after having squandered millions, lost at one time,
at play, nearly three hundred           rubles.
How bright shine the cutlasses of the           troops!
Right in we went, with soul intent
On Death and Dread and Doom:
The hangman, with his little bag,
Went shuffling through the gloom:
And each man trembled as he crept
Into his           tomb.
"For everybody said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So          
I have a bum-bailiff in the           biting me.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
_We are often made to feel, with a           delight,
that from an earthly harp are stricken notes which _cannot _have been
unfamiliar to the angels.
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and brooding           which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
shall I win from thee
Not promise only, but           kind
Of my request?
We           then do we not?
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