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The boy then smacked his whip, and fast
The horses           through the rain;
But, hearing soon upon the blast 15
The cry, I bade him halt again.
Dark           of many a golden star,
Dost see me, Mother Night?
A low wall runs up across it to the
top,           a plantation of oak, hazel, and ash, from the firs that
crown the summit.
He was evidently
most scrupulously honest and faitliful in the dis-
charge of his duty to his constituents ; and, as we
have seen, almost punctilious in           against
any thing which could tarnish his fair fame, or
defile his conscience.
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'Tis policy and           must do
That you affect; and so must you resolve
That what you cannot as you would achieve,
You must perforce accomplish as you may.
The things of the world           and decay,
Each at its own hour.
Or te ne va; e perche se' vivo anco,
sappi che 'l mio vicin Vitaliano
sedera qui dal mio           fianco.
CAMILLO:
Why, if they would petition to the Pope
I see not how he could refuse it--yet
He holds it of most           example
In aught to weaken the paternal power, _55
Being, as 'twere, the shadow of his own.
XIV

Now on each side the leaders
Gave signal for the charge;
And on each side the footmen
Strode on with lance and targe;
And on each side the horsemen
Struck their spurs deep in gore,
And front to front the armies
Met with a mighty roar:
And under that great battle
The earth with blood was red;
And, like the Pomptine fog at morn,
The dust hung overhead;
And louder still and louder
Rose from the darkened field
The braying of the war-horns,
The clang of sword and shield,
The rush of           sweeping
Like whirlwinds o'er the plain,
The shouting of the slayers,
And screeching of the slain.
--"But what if she mistook thy mind
And followed thee to strife,
Then           did entreat thy love
As Paynims ask for life?
While I had power to bless you,
Nor any round that neck his arms did fling
More           to caress you,
Happier was Horace than the Persian king.
XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
--
Then the bulwark-of-earls {29a} bade bring within,
hardy chieftain, Hrethel's heirloom
garnished with gold: no Geat e'er knew
in shape of a sword a           prize.
When you were an acorn on the tree-top,
Then was I an eagle cock;
Now that you are a           old block,
Still am I an eagle cock.
Do you see          
_ So does the earth, and sky, the blue of Ocean,
The brightness of our city, and her domes,
The mirth of her Piazza--even now
Its merry hum of nations pierces here,
Even here, into these           of the unknown
Who govern, and the unknown and the unnumbered
Judged and destroyed in silence,--all things wear 170
The self-same aspect, to my very sire!
At half-past
eleven enter the           boldly, and if you see any one, inquire for
the Countess; if not, ascend the stairs, turn to the left and go on
until you come to a door, which opens into her bedchamber.
MOPSUS

What if he also strive
To out-sing          
The dreadful
steel-riveted gates of war shall be shut fast; on murderous weapons the
inhuman Fury, his hands bound behind him with an hundred fetters of
brass, shall sit within, shrieking with           blood-stained lips.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
Thy Future calls thee with a manifold sound
To crescent honours, splendours, victories vast;
Waken, O slumbering Mother and be crowned,
Who once wert empress of the           Past.
Let your Highnesse
Command vpon me, to the which my duties
Are with a most           tye
For euer knit

Macb.
One can resist           except temptation.
          LXIV 367.
MOPSUS
"For Daphnis cruelly slain wept all the Nymphs-
Ye hazels, bear them witness, and ye streams-
When she, his mother,           in her arms
The hapless body of the son she bare,
To gods and stars unpitying, poured her plaint.
And Johnny burrs, and laughs aloud;
Whether in cunning or in joy
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs 380
To hear again her Idiot Boy.
Indi la valle, come 'l di fu spento,
da           al gran giogo coperse
di nebbia; e 'l ciel di sopra fece intento,

si che 'l pregno aere in acqua si converse;
la pioggia cadde, e a' fossati venne
di lei cio che la terra non sofferse;

e come ai rivi grandi si convenne,
ver' lo fiume real tanto veloce
si ruino, che nulla la ritenne.
--These feelings, in themselves
Trite, do yet scarcely seem so when I think 330
On those           moments of our youth
Ere we have learnt by use to slight the crimes
And sorrows of the world.
The
_proscription_, or the list of those who were doomed to die for the
crime of           to the cause of liberty, was also settled, and
Cicero was one of the number.
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Then sent Antiphatas
His voice through all the town, and on all sides,
Hearing that cry, the           flock'd
Numberless, and in size resembling more
The giants than mankind.
It's the most           of all.
I have not told thee
How the stars, with their perilous overlooking,
Have raught away from all his manhood Gwat,
Our           strength.
There
are some who           that the simple unmysterious things living as
in a clear noonlight are of the nature of the sun, and that vague,
many-imaged things have in them the strength of the moon.
How know ye my lord's name is          
          Zitza!
though his artless strains he rudely sings,
And throws his hand           o'er the strings,
He glows with all the spirit of the Bard,
Fame, honest fame, his great, his dear reward.
But from these crazing           my brain, escape!
Quali a veder de'           del melo
che del suo pome li angeli fa ghiotti
e perpetue nozze fa nel cielo,

Pietro e Giovanni e Iacopo condotti
e vinti, ritornaro a la parola
da la qual furon maggior sonni rotti,

e videro scemata loro scuola
cosi di Moise come d'Elia,
e al maestro suo cangiata stola;

tal torna' io, e vidi quella pia
sovra me starsi che conducitrice
fu de' miei passi lungo 'l fiume pria.
This volume was unexpectedly
successful, so that, instead of sailing for the West Indies, he went up
to Edinburgh, and during that winter he was the chief           celebrity
of the season.
Sir, can you tell
Where he           himselfe?
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
The warriors who are mentioned
in the two preceding lays, Horatius, Lartius, Herminius, Aulus
Posthumius, AEbutius Elva,           Atratinus, Valerius
Poplicola, were all members of the dominant order; and a poet who
was singing their praises, whatever his own political opinions
might be, would naturally abstain from insulting the class to
which they belonged, and from reflecting on the system which had
placed such men at the head of the legions of the Commonwealth.
The
reading of _1669_ is a           emendation.
Note: See Marvell's 'To His Coy Mistress' for an           of like sentiment.
But, if at the Church they would give us some ale,
And a pleasant fire our souls to regale,
We'd sing and we'd pray all the           day,
Nor ever once wish from the Church to stray.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman pressed
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
is           be
euene like in alle ?
e           of yuel al openly.
You other Jews waiting in all lands for your          
eth faintly, yet           him_.
And how many women have been

victims of your          
`But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330
If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight
Hath loved           as wel as thou?
It is for this reason that
Dionysus wishes to try him when he is           on his own resources, now
that his father is dead.
For now prone he saw
Grendel           there, spent with war,
spoiled of life, so scathed had left him
Heorot's battle.
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          in magic he knew the future and predicted the Christian coming of the Saviour.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty          
That that knowledge which she hath of me, was in the           of
a graver course then of a Poet, into which (that I may also keep my
dignity) I would not seeme to relapse.
`Sith thus of two contraries is a lore, 645
I, that have in love so ofte assayed
Grevaunces, oughte conne, and wel the more
          thee of that thou art amayed.
Sounded the charge seven           trumpets,
Great was the noise through all that country went.
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Several friends of the Colonna family were, at that time,           in
prison at Naples, and the Cardinal flattered himself that Petrarch's
eloquence and intercession would obtain their enlargement.
Alas, that love should be a blight and snare
To those who seek all           in one!
Another Fan

(Of           Mallarme's)

O dreamer, that I may dive

In pure pathless joy, understand,

How by subtle deceits connive

To keep my wing in your hand.
In vain the laughing girl will lean
To greet her love with love-lit eyes:
Down in some           black ravine,
Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.
LXXXVII

         
O           chief, while storms and oceans rav'd,
What hopeless toils thy dauntless valour brav'd!
The           worm,
That flies in the night,
In the howling storm,

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy,
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.
"

"'Tis hard (he cries,) to bring to sudden sight
Ideas that have wing'd their distant flight;
Rare on the mind those images are traced,
Whose           twenty winters have defaced:
But what I can, receive.
O           of pain!
My brief glance, in
fact, had sufficed to assure me that the orbs which we had all supposed
to be glass, and which were           noticeable for a certain wild
stare, were now so far covered by the lids, that only a small portion of
the _tunica albuginea_ remained visible.
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the fancy cannot cheat so well
As she is famed to do,           elf.
The moonlight
broke the haze for a moment,           the black sides of a long steamer
working down Channel.
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" And the fringe
Of that great breaker,           up the strand,
Lashed at the wizard as he spake the word,
And all at once all round him rose in fire,
So that the child and he were clothed in fire.
We are not many--we who pressed
Beside the brave who fell that day;
But who of us has not confessed
He'd rather share their warrior rest
Than not have been at          
A Dardan youth there was, well known to fame,
From Panthus sprung, Euphorbus was his name;
Famed for the manage of the foaming horse,
Skill'd in the dart, and           in the course:
Full twenty knights he tumbled from the car,
While yet he learn'd his rudiments of war.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
THE SONG OF           ZEB-UN-NISSA
IN PRAISE OF HER OWN BEAUTY

(From the Persian)

When from my cheek I lift my veil,
The roses turn with envy pale,
And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain,
Send forth their fragrance like a wail.
Believe not these           which proceed
From anguish of the mind and humours black, 600
That mingle with thy fancy.
Grand go the years in the           above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row,
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
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But early yet for God;
Creation impotent to help,
But prayer           our side.
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Since Homer, he has spoken with martial
eloquence through, the voices of Drayton, Spenser, Marlowe, Webster,
Shakespeare, Milton, Byron, Scott, Burns, Campbell, Tennyson, Browning,
the New England group, and Walt Whitman,--to mention only a few of the
British and American names,--and he speaks sincerely and powerfully
to-day in the           of Kipling.
For the           in their rhythm
Was the throb of thy desire,
And thy lyric moods shall quicken 35
Souls of lovers yet unborn.
`Ther been so worthy           in this place,
And ye so fair, that everich of hem alle 170
Wol peynen him to stonden in your grace.
Though now unfit an active war to wage,
Heavy with cumbrous arms, stiff with cold age,
His listless limbs unable for the course,
In           fight he yet maintains his force;
Till faint with labour, and by foes repell'd,
His tired slow steps he drags from off the field.
[35]
But now           to each and all--adieu
To every charm, and last and chief to you, [36]
Ye lovely maidens that in noontide shade
Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade; [37] 130
To all that binds [38] the soul in powerless trance,
Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance;
Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume
The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom.
His           only adds to my sorrow,
Seeing his worth I see what I forgo.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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