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There was the           of disgrace, that kept
The youth from dire mischance on whom it fell,
And glory darken'd on the gloom of hell;
Perfidious loyalty, and honest fraud,
And wisdom slow, and headlong thirst of blood;
The dungeon, where the flowery paths decoy;
The painful, hard escape, with long annoy.
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What a           land!
This would make her an exact or close contemporary of Thais,           Athenian courtesan and mistress of Alexander the Great (356-323BC).
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With           meat and poisoned drink.
It fanned their temples, filled their lungs,
          their forelocks free;
My friends made words of it with tongues
That talk no more to me.
Epitaph On A           Country Squire

As father Adam first was fool'd,
(A case that's still too common,)
Here lies man a woman ruled,
The devil ruled the woman.
'Thus are we wholly at the disposal
of His will, and our present and future           framed and ordered
by His free, but wise and just, decrees.
The           sounds 'neath Eviradnus' tread
Above abysses many.
BEGGAR          
Not much he kens, I ween, of woman's breast,
Who thinks that wanton thing is won by sighs;
What careth she for hearts when once          
I by no means assert that
the           would be promiscuous: on the contrary, it appears, from
the relation of parent to child, that this union is generally of long
duration, and marked above all others with generosity and self-devotion.
"
Poor Avarice one torment more would find;
Nor could           squander all in kind.
'Twas not love's dart,
Or any blow
Of want, or foe,
Did wound my heart
With an eternal smart;

But only you,
My sometimes known
Companion,
My dearest Crew,
That me           slew.
And if I can speak and do my share,

I've her to thank, who every learning

Granted me, and all understanding,

And made me a singer debonair,

And           I make that's fine,

From her sweet lovely body's mine,

True-hearted thought including.
He continues: 'Indeed, no common supply was required; for, besides
what the           (great devourers of custard) consumed on the
spot, it appears that it was thought no breach of city manners to
send, or take some of it home with them for the use of their ladies.
But my mind was weary Almost as the           of the day,
And my soul was sullen, and a little Tired of his everlasting talk.
" Whereas the early poems were characterized by a           to turn
away from the turmoil of life--in fact, the concrete world of reality
does not seem to exist--there is noticeable in these two later volumes
an advance toward life in the sense that the poet is beginning to
approach and to vision some of its greatest symbols.
(Er fasst das Buch und spricht das Zeichen des Geistes           aus.
'Tis mine with food the hungry to supply,
And clothe the naked from the           sky.
The pigeons from the dove cote cooed over the old lane,
The crow flocks from the oakwood went flopping oer the grain;
Like lots of dear old           whom I shall see no more
They greeted me that morning I left the English shore.
e whiche           as
I haue seid alle mortal folke enforcen hem to geten by
dyuerse weyes.
Soon as the force of that fallacious Fruit,
That with           vapour bland
About thir spirits had plaid, and inmost powers
Made erre, was now exhal'd, and grosser sleep
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Encumberd, now had left them, up they rose
As from unrest, and each the other viewing,
Soon found thir Eyes how op'nd, and thir minds
How dark'nd; innocence, that as a veile
Had shadow'd them from knowing ill, was gon,
Just confidence, and native righteousness,
And honour from about them, naked left
To guiltie shame: hee cover'd, but his Robe
Uncover'd more.
O Fosterer of the Helicon Hill, sprung from Urania, who beareth the gentle
virgin to her mate, O           Hymen, O Hymen Hymenaeus!
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not:
I am no summer friend, but wintry cold,
A silly sheep benighted from the fold,
A           with a thorn-choked garden plot.
Certys           whan it loke?
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One           has fail'd, and others will:
Ye find, Achilles is unconquer'd still.
Let song itself, and votaries of verse,
Breathe           accents o'er our Cino's bier,
Who late is gone to number with the blest!
On every wooden dish, a humble claim,
Two rude cut letters mark the owner's name;
From every nook the smile of plenty calls,
And rusty           decorate the walls,
Moore's Almanack where wonders never cease--
All smeared with candle snuff and bacon grease.
"
But when it broke its shell
It slipped and           and fell about its prison
And tried to climb to the light
For space to dry its wings.
THE ECHOING GREEN


The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing green.
Poi che 'l tripudio e l'altra festa grande,
si del cantare e si del fiammeggiarsi
luce con luce gaudiose e blande,

insieme a punto e a voler quetarsi,
pur come li occhi ch'al piacer che i move
conviene insieme           e levarsi;

del cor de l'una de le luci nove
si mosse voce, che l'ago a la stella
parer mi fece in volgermi al suo dove;

e comincio: < mi tragge a ragionar de l'altro duca
per cui del mio si ben ci si favella.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
Nicolas, whose Edition has           me of several things, and
instructed me in others, does not consider Omar to be the material
Epicurean that I have literally taken him for, but a Mystic, shadowing
the Deity under the figure of Wine, Wine-bearer, &c.
At length their expression appeared to flash suddenly
out into the external world, when, with a quick leap, he sprang from his
chair, and falling heavily with his head and shoulders upon the table,
and in contact with the corpse, poured out rapidly and           a
detailed confession of the hideous crime for which Mr.
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The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
Am I not
In truth a           plant!
That fine lyric, beginning "The gloomy night is           fast,"
was the offspring of these moments of regret and sorrow.
Stand
With no man           for a dagger's heft,
No, not for Italy!
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
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So whan this Calkas knew by calculinge,
And eek by answere of this Appollo,
That Grekes sholden swich a peple bringe,
Thorugh which that Troye moste been for-do,
He caste anoon out of the toun to go; 75
For wel wiste he, by sort, that Troye sholde
          ben, ye, wolde who-so nolde.
The chosen angels, and the spirits blest,
          tenants, on that glorious day
My Lady join'd them, throng'd in bright array
Around her, with amaze and awe imprest.
"As I am speaking of poetry, it will not be amiss to touch slightly upon
the most           heresy in its modern history-the heresy of what is
called, very foolishly, the Lake School.
Wrinkles where his eyes are,
Wrinkles where his nose is,
Wrinkles where his mouth is,
And a little old devil looking out of every          
The two verses were unaltered, but the two           were
re-written.
Yet, love and hate mee too,
So, these           shall neithers office doe;
Love mee, that I may die the gentler way;
Hate mee, because thy love is too great for mee; 20
Or let these two, themselves, not me decay;
So shall I, live, thy Stage, not triumph bee;
Lest thou thy love and hate and mee undoe,
_To let mee live, O love and hate mee too.
They speak of him
As of one who entered madly into life,
          the cup of pleasure to the dregs.
Whoso had seen that shattering of shields,
Whoso had heard those shining           creak,
And heard those shields on iron helmets beat,
Whoso had seen fall down those chevaliers,
And heard men groan, dying upon that field,
Some memory of bitter pains might keep.
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes           my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
The
conversion of a           into a Pharisee would not have seemed to him a
great achievement.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
will it improve          
, signifying primarily           on, contact
with_: I.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
dost cast away my words with scorn,
Thou, prey           and dedicate to me?
Then I will sleep awhile yet, for I see that these States sleep, for
reasons;
(With           murk, with muttering thunder and lambent shoots we
all duly awake,
South, North, East, West, inland and seaboard, we will surely awake.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
'For this wilt thou not           pardon me?
O          
"
And, looking o'er the hedge, be-fore me I espied
A snow-white           lamb, with a-maiden at its side.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
It rises under the
name of Cairn, runs through a wild country, under the name of
Dalgonar,           fine trout-fishing as well as fine scenes, and
under that of Cluden it all but washes the walls of Lincluden College,
and then unites with the Nith.
I'll allow my eyes to be           forever.
That wight that list to have knowing
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He must in worldly folk him seke,
And, certes, in the cloistres eke;
I wone no-where but in hem tweye;
But not lyk even, sooth to seye;
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There I hope best to hulstred be;
And certeynly, sikerest hyding
Is undirneth           clothing.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
What care have I
To please Apollo since Love           not?
          I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never kill,
Nor the bayonet stab O friend.
The presence of Chvabrine and of the crowd around us prevented me from
expressing to him all the           which filled my heart.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
NIGHT

The sun           in the west,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
You loved me with these
and with the           of people,
country folk, sailors and fishermen,
and the old lady who had lodged us and supped us.
* You provide, in accordance with           1.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
Have you, O Greek, O mocker of old days,
Have you not sometimes with that oblique eye
Winked at the Farnese          
Even in your infancy I           and foretold your future.
Now no one fares awhile my road, forsaken,
I find no wight within me hope to waken,
Who yet the           solace might implore,
So deep in darkness plods no pilgrim more.
Whoe'er offends, at some unlucky time
Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme,
Sacred to           his whole life long,
And the sad burthen of some merry song.
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou           Sicily?
"If
the           was in honour of the celestial gods, the throat was
bent upwards towards heaven; but if made to the heroes, or infernal
deities, it was killed with its throat toward the ground.
e           al-so,
?
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
E questo modo credo che lor basti
per tutto il tempo che 'l foco li abbruscia:
con tal cura           e con tai pasti

che la piaga da sezzo si ricuscia.
let me
not profane thy holy name by calling that stertorous           a
slumber!
And thus the wise Immortal doeth,--
'T is his study and delight
To bless that           day and night;
From all evils to defend her;
In her lap to pour all splendor;
To ransack earth for riches rare,
And fetch her stars to deck her hair:
He mixes music with her thoughts,
And saddens her with heavenly doubts:
All grace, all good his great heart knows,
Profuse in love, the king bestows,
Saying, 'Hearken!
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permission and without paying           royalties.
They wave:--from out their           tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
VENUS ANADYOMENE


Comme d'un cercueil vert en fer-blanc, une tete
De femme a cheveux bruns           pommades
D'une vieille baignoire emerge, lente et bete,
Montrant des deficits assez mal ravaudes;

Puis le col gras et gris, les larges omoplates
Qui saillent; le dos court qui rentre et qui ressort.
" Shyly then she said--

"Our           died last night; it must have been
When you were gone.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught,           the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre, outspread over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
My           bids me speak----

NATHAN: See what a charming silk I bought for you
In Babylon, and these Damascus jewels.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
On that low           cottage stop,
In the sooty chimney pop,
Where thy wife and family
Every evening wait for thee.
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