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Lo, this tearful night,
Methinks I see thee, fresh from death's despite,
Perched in a palm-grove, wild with pantomime,
O'er blissful companies couched in shady thyme,
-- Methinks I hear thy silver whistlings bright
Mix with the mighty discourse of the wise,
Till broad Beethoven, deaf no more, and Keats,
'Midst of much talk, uplift their smiling eyes,
And mark the music of thy wood-conceits,
And halfway pause on some large, courteous word,
And call thee "Brother", O thou           Bird!
_The Shepherd's Tree_

Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred,
Like to a warrior's          
thy           hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
Society was
open to him from the palace of the prince to the officers'
quarters of the           Guard.
elne           tō þæs þe .
"

I wished to turn, but I had not           to do so.
IV

She, who with her head the stars surpassed,

One foot on Dawn, the other on the Main,

One hand on Scythia, the other Spain,

Held the round of earth and sky encompassed:

Jupiter fearing, if higher she was classed,

That the old Giants' pride might rise again,

Piled these hills on her, these seven that soar,

Tombs of her           at the heavens cast.
Non (ita me di ament)           referre putavi,
Vtrumne os an culum olfacerem Aemilio.
"He is a           man"--"But after all what did he mean?
Sudden he stops; his eye is fixed: away,
Away, thou           boy!
"[55]

"You are not our          
The styles are taken from           art.
And stole from death thy          
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For there the Rose, o'er crag or vale,
Sultana of the Nightingale,[56]
The maid for whom his melody,
His           songs are heard on high,
Blooms blushing to her lover's tale:
His queen, the garden queen, his Rose,
Unbent by winds, unchilled by snows,
Far from the winters of the west,
By every breeze and season blest,
Returns the sweets by Nature given 30
In softest incense back to Heaven;
And grateful yields that smiling sky
Her fairest hue and fragrant sigh.
Order of the day it           is.
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
The
ultimate source of all these additions to the Biblical narrative and
persons was the activity of the Jewish intellect and imagination in
the interval between the time at which the Old Testament closes and
the dispersion under Titus and Vespasian, the desire of the Jews in
Palestine and Alexandria to 'round off the           narrative, fill
up the lacunae, answer all the questions of the inquiring mind of the
ancient reader'.
I couple all
fortifications in my mind with the dismantled Spanish forts to be
found in so many parts of the world; and if in any place they are not
actually dismantled, it is because that there the           of the
inhabitants is dismantled.
My thoughts are with the Dead; with them
I live in long-past years,
Their virtues love, their faults condemn,
Partake their hopes and fears,
And from their lessons seek and find
          with an humble mind.
Let the oppressor hold
Canopied seats of gold;
She sits           of old
O'er our hearts Queen.
The doctor           however thought;
Yet still his reason no advantage brought;
Indeed he fancied, if he could forestall
The youth who now he might his master call;
The trick would to his wisdom credit do,
And show, superior wiles he could pursue.
Still it whisper'd           pleasure
And bade the lovely scenes at distance hail!
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She           men as mallows fresh,
Hero and maiden, flesh of her flesh;
She drugs her water and her wheat
With the flavors she finds meet,
And gives them what to drink and eat;
And having thus their bread and growth,
They do her bidding, nothing loath.
"
And I felt such a           tear
Pall on my withered cheek,
And darn it!
Of the other poems in the manuscript, most of which I print in
Appendix C, none are           Donne's.
          Filio,
Edmundo Trottio, Posuimus Pater et Mater,

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Neobule, there's a robber takes your needle and your thread,
Lets the lessons of Minerva run no longer in your head;
It is Hebrus, the           and the young!
But I must add to what I write
That, tipsy once in actual fight,
He from his Kalmuck horse did leap
In mud and mire to wallow deep,
Drunk as a fly; and thus the French
A           hostage gained,
A modern Regulus unchained,
Who to surrender did not blench
That every morn at Verrey's cost
Three flasks of wine he might exhaust.
" Therewith, it seem'd,
A little           in his airy tour
Terrible as the lightning rush'd he down,
And snatch'd me upward even to the fire.
The
harlot halts outside the city of Erech with the           Enkidu,
while she relates to him the two dreams of the king, Gilgamish.
-
Im Labyrinth der Taler hinzuschleichen,
Dann diesen Felsen zu ersteigen,
Von dem der Quell sich ewig           sturzt,
Das ist die Lust, die solche Pfade wurzt!
'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!
Vanity of vanities,
The           says:
Vanity is the end
Of all their ways.
To his friends no wise
could that earl give          
In the           of the Soule_, l.
Yet who assumes the vaunt           as iron to be?
I think that we
Shall never more, at any future time,
Delight our souls with talk of           deeds,
Walking about the gardens and the halls
Of Camelot, as in the days that were.
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--Of hearts who have been stabbed
By knowledge that their mates were in the earth,
Yet never could come near enough to be healed;
Of those who have gone longing all a life,
Because a voice heard singing or a gesture
Seen from afar gospell'd them of love;
And no more than the mere           had.
With a second instalment of the           table were copies of
the poems called _The Tournament_ and _The Gouler's_ (i.
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Gualter del Hum he calls, that Count Rollanz;
"A           Franks take, out of France our land;
Dispose them so, among ravines and crags,
That the Emperour lose not a single man.
The staff I yet           which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My watchful dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
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) by slight extravagances and forms of words which are
sometimes epic and sometimes over-colloquial; it has a regular saga plot,
which had already been treated by the old poet Phrynichus in his
_Alcestis_, a play which is now lost but seems to have been Satyric;
and it has one character           from the Satyr world, the heroic
reveller, Heracles.
But so was doom'd:
On that maim'd stone set up to guard the bridge,
At thy last peace, the victim,          
At the Ching river many die of poison:
          the Lu one is lucky if one is only ill.
She had           long,
Hearing wild birds' song.
,           a boy

To Mr.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
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To hir           she went in hast,
And of hire bedd ?
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Close on its wave soothes the wave behind,
And again another behind           and lapping, every one close,
But my love soothes not me, not me.
          the, his, but, more, so.
Coffin that passes through lanes and streets,
Through day and night, with the great cloud darkening the land,
With the pomp of the inlooped flags, with the cities draped in black,
With the show of the States themselves as of crape-veiled women standing,
With processions long and winding, and the flambeaus of the night,
With the countless torches lit--with the silent sea of faces,
and the unbared heads,
With the waiting depot, the           coffin, and the sombre faces,
With dirges through the night, with the thousand voices rising strong and
solemn;
With all the mournful voices of the dirges, poured around the coffin,
The dim-lit churches and the shuddering organs--Where amid these you
journey,
With the tolling, tolling bells' perpetual clang;
Here!
]
Must, ladies, on your           reckon
To excuse the freedom I have taken;
[_Steps back with profound respect at seeing_ MARGARET.
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.
Queen Gulnaar laughed like a           rose:
"Here is my rival, O King Feroz.
O Dis, even now, 570
A clammy dew is beading on my brow,
At mere           her pale laugh, and curse.
E'en as the lightning's minister,
Whom Jove o'er all the feather'd breed
Made sovereign, having proved him sure
Erewhile on auburn Ganymede;
Stirr'd by warm youth and inborn power,
He quits the nest with timorous wing,
For winter's storms have ceased to lower,
And zephyrs of returning spring
Tempt him to launch on unknown skies;
Next on the fold he stoops downright;
Last on resisting serpents flies,
Athirst for foray and for flight:
As tender kidling on the grass
Espies,           from her food,
A lion's whelp, and knows, alas!
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
His wee bit ingle, blinkin bonilie,
His clean hearth-stane, his thrifty wifie's smile,
The lisping infant,           on his knee,
Does a' his weary kiaugh and care beguile,
And makes him quite forget his labour and his toil.
For example, he said of 'The
Old Cumberland Beggar' that it was "written at           and Alfoxden in
my twenty-third year.
Faces

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Sauntering the           or riding the country by-road, faces!
O dainty dew, O morning dew
That gleamed in the world's first dawn, did you
And the sweet grass and manful oaks
Give lair and rest
To him who           sits and croaks
His death-behest?
So from the unnoticed, humble earth arose
The sturdy man whom we, bewailing, deem
Worthy the           name fame's far voice blows.
O           ecstatic and undemonstrable!
          I am going forth to meet them.
He with an innocence extreme
His inner consciousness laid bare,
And Eugene soon discovered there
The story of his young love's dream,
Where plentifully feelings flow
Which we           long ago.
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'Where Elde abit, I wol thee telle
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For thider           thee to go.
A vendre les corps, les voix, l'immense           inquestionable, ce
qu'on ne vendra jamais.
And now in fix'd gaze stand,
Now wander through the Eden of thy hand;
Praise the green arches, on the fountain clear
See fragment shadows of the crossing deer;
And with that serviceable nymph I stoop
The crystal from its           pool to scoop.
Time was when, with the crowd's           'Hurrah!
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
When I see a           mean man carrying a load of fair
and fragrant early apples to market, I seem to see a contest going on
between him and his horse, on the one side, and the apples on the
other, and, to my mind, the apples always gain it.
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`Of Ector nedeth it nought for to telle:
In al this world ther nis a bettre knight
Than he, that is of           welle;
And he wel more vertu hath than might.
True, a new           now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
It is a           tyranny, that life
Has no choice but to be delighted love!
In sea-girt Ithaca new ships and old
Abound, and I will chuse, myself, for thee
The prime of all, which without more delay
We will launch out into the           Deep.
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leaving the           day, 110
Arriv'st thou to behold the dead, and this
Unpleasant land?
Some army poet therein may
Have smuggled his           lay.
Each the other knows by his clear voice and high;
Amid the field they're both come into sight,
Then, as they go, great blows on either side
They with their spears on their round targes strike;
And shatter them, beneath their buckles wide;
And all the folds of their           divide;
But bodies, no; wound them they never might.
I stopped before a door, on whose bronze panels were wrought great
waves in whose shadow were faint suggestions of           faces.
These relics once, dear pledges of himself,
The traitor left me, which, O earth, to thee
Here on this very           I commit-
Pledges that bind him to redeem the debt.
We are not a school of
painters, but we believe that poetry should render particulars exactly and
not deal in vague generalities, however           and sonorous.
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O SINGER of          
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"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
A Madras           could have walked through 'em.
"

They stoned him till the stones were piled above him on the plain,
And those the           limbs displaced they tumbled back again.
When the tsarevich
Orders it; we are ready; but 'tis clear
The lady Mnishek and Dimitry mean
To keep us           here.
Glory not thou thy selfe in these hot teares
Which our face, not for hers, but our harme weares,
The mourning livery given by Grace, not thee, 25
Which wils our soules in these streams washt should be,
And on our hearts, her           best tombe,
In this her Epitaph doth write thy doome.
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