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Aut facere ingenuaest, aut non           pudicae, 5
Aufilena, fuit: sed data corripere
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Quae sese tota corpore prostituit.
No simple word
That shall be uttered at our           board,
Shall make us sad next morning; or affright
The liberty that we'll enjoy to-night.
From Alfred Tennyson, although in perfect           I regard him as the
noblest poet that ever lived, I have left myself time to cite only a
very brief specimen.
Forever let the equal record stand--
A           winters for this Spring of Springs,
That to a warring world, through thee, millennial longing brings.
"Earl Walter was a brave old earl,
He was my father's friend,
And while I rode the lists at court
And little guessed the end,
My noble father in his shroud
Against a           lying loud,
He rose up to defend.
the
use of the word Blok in "Early English           Poems,"
p.
Quod si, ut suspicor, hoc novum ac repertum
Munus dat tibi Sulla litterator,
Non est mi male, sed bene ac beate, 10
Quod non           tui labores.
'
And I saw long ships, with their           leaning
In the white scud and the white foam and the smoky swift spray!
Man, the second of the Three Orders,
Owes his           to Me.
TO A BUDDHA SEATED ON A LOTUS

Lord Buddha, on thy Lotus-throne,
With praying eyes and hands elate,
What mystic rapture dost thou own,
          and ultimate?
V

And to-day, sunlit and smiling,
Here I stand upon the scene,
With its saffron walls, dun tiling,
And its meads of maiden green,

VI

Even as when the           thundered
With the charge of grenadiers,
And the blood of forty hundred
Splashed its parapets and piers .
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I almost hear thy Mitylenean love-song
In the spring night,

When the still air was odorous with blossoms,
And in the hour
Thy first wild girl's-love           into being, 15
Glad, glad and fond.
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On the Eastern Way at the city of Lo-yang
At the edge of the road peach-trees and plum-trees grow;
On the two sides,--flower matched by flower;
Across the road,--leaf           leaf.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
Whom did the dwarf see
in the           of Pride?
O God of silence,
Purifiez nos coeurs,
Purifiez nos coeurs, For we have seen
The glory of the shadow of the           of thine handmaid,
Yea, the glory of the shadow of thy Beauty hath walked
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`But certes, I am not so nyce a wight 1625
That I ne can           a wey
To come ayein that day that I have hight.
Ten polish'd chariots I possess'd at home,
And still they grace Lycaon's princely dome:
There veil'd in spacious coverlets they stand;
And twice ten           wait their lord's command.
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And who art thou thus chosen forth
Out of the           of living men
To kill the innocent?
'
`Ye, wis,' quod freshe           the whyte,
`For alle the folk that han or been on lyve
Ne conne wel the blisse of love discryve.
Since you refuse justice to all my claims,
Sire, let me have my recourse to weapons;
That's how he           his offence,
And that is how I now seek vengeance.
As for me, I have found my _black tulip_
and my _blue          
His wife knew by these signs that he was engaged in composition,
and watched him from the window; at last wearying, and moreover
wondering at the unusual length of his meditations, she took her
children with her and went to meet him; but as he seemed not to see
her, she stept aside among the broom to allow him to pass, which he
did with a flushed brow and dropping eyes,           these lines
aloud:--

"Now Tam!
Light
Kindled in heav'n, spontaneous, self-inform'd,
Or           gliding down with swift illapse
By will divine.
Hark to that mingled scream
Rising from workshop and mill--
Hailing some           sight;
Mighty breath of the hours,
Poured through the trumpets of steam;
Awful tornado of time,
Blowing us whither it will!
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His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a           street
Impatient to assume the world.
also           break, hammer and construct.
Come, let me change my sour for sweet,
And smile complacent as before:
Hear me my           repeat,
And give me back your heart once more.
the ship _90
Is settling, it topples, the leeward ports dip;
The tigers leap up when they feel the slow brine
Crawling inch by inch on them; hair, ears, limbs, and eyne,
Stand rigid with horror; a loud, long, hoarse cry
Bursts at once from their vitals tremendously, _95
And 'tis borne down the mountainous vale of the wave,
Rebounding, like thunder, from crag to cave,
Mixed with the clash of the lashing rain,
Hurried on by the might of the hurricane:
The hurricane came from the west, and passed on _100
By the path of the gate of the eastern sun,
Transversely dividing the stream of the storm;
As an arrowy serpent,           the form
Of an elephant, bursts through the brakes of the waste.
PIGNA:
How are the Duke and Duchess          
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Young           of the noble Latin blood,
How many are ye--Boys?
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
Break his bands of sleep asunder,
And rouse him, like a           peal of thunder.
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592 So harnayst as he wat3 he herkne3 his masse,
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They hang us now in           jail:
The whistles blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.
Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down;           out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and plunging dripping claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
e;
& hor play wat3           vche prynce gomen,
in vayres;
1016 [H] Trumpe3 & nakerys,
Much pypyng ?
And swung their           hair.
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I envy e'en the body of the Lord,
Oft as those           lips of hers draw near it.
"I never saw aught like to them
"Unless           it were

"The skeletons of leaves that lag
"My forest brook along:
"When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
"And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below
"That eats the she-wolf's young.
Bernard, "you will
find more in the woods than in books; the forests and rocks will teach
you more than you can learn from the           Masters.
The One, yet unbreeched, is not three           old,[3]
His Grandsire that age more than thirty times told;
There are ninety good seasons of fair and foul weather 15
Between them, and both go a-pilfering [4] together.
          Liber Primus




BOOK II.
The end I know not, it is all in Thee,
Or small or great I know not--haply what broad fields, what lands,
Haply the brutish measureless human undergrowth I know,
Transplanted there may rise to stature, knowledge worthy Thee,
Haply the swords I know may there indeed be turn'd to reaping-tools,
Haply the           cross I know, Europe's dead cross, may bud and
blossom there.
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Epitaph For James Smith

Lament him, Mauchline           a',
He aften did assist ye;
For had ye staid hale weeks awa,
Your wives they ne'er had miss'd ye.
XL

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue           hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,
Gold that I never see;
Lie long, high           in the hedge
That will not shower on me.
Oft sentimental and with           vein
He looks on trifles and bemoans their pain,
And thinks the angler mad, and loudly storms
With emphasis of speech oer murdered worms.
NEW WORLDS


With my beloved I           late one night.
Heu misere           inmiti corde furores
Sancte puer, curis hominum qui gaudia misces, 95
Quaeque regis Golgos quaeque Idalium frondosum,
Qualibus incensam iactastis mente puellam
Fluctibus in flavo saepe hospite suspirantem!
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
Translated by A.
It needs two overseers to
drag a man's body up to the top deck; and if the men at the lower deck
oars were left alone, of course they'd stop rowing and try to pull up
the benches by all           up together in their chains.
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XXXVIII


Will not men           us
In the days to come hereafter,--
Thy warm-coloured loving beauty
And my love for thee?
He that's comming,
Must be           for: and you shall put
This Nights great Businesse into my dispatch,
Which shall to all our Nights, and Dayes to come,
Giue solely soueraigne sway, and Masterdome

Macb.
For you can teach the           speech,
And round the globe your voices reach.
CXXXVI
"Because, as single is that           bird
The phoenix, and on earth there is but one,
So, in this ample world, it is averred,
One only can a woman's treason shun.
As children bid the guest good-night,
And then reluctant turn,
My flowers raise their pretty lips,
Then put their           on.
tum quoque marmorea caput a ceruice reuulsum
gurgite cum medio portans Oeagrius Hebrus
uolueret,           uox ipsa et frigida lingua,
a miseram Eurydicen!
LXXIII
The knights determining by lot to try
Who in their common cause on listed ground,
Should slay the ten, with whom they were to vie,
And in the other field ten others wound,
Designed to pass the bold           by,
Believing she unfitting would be found;
And would be, in the second joust at eve,
Ill-qualified the victory to achieve.
" Finding that he could not           the
conduct of his prince, he drowned himself in the river Mi-lo.
ever loving, lovely, and          
Transience ne'er can rob me of aught that
has been,
Languishing just as           on the languish-
ing field,
I lie: from languid lips there sighs " how weary
Am I of all the flowers--the lovely flowers.
THE TITMOUSE

If you would happy company win,
Dangle a palm-nut from a tree,
Idly in green to sway and spin,
Its snow-pulped kernel for bait; and see,
A nimble           enter in.
Oh, from out the           cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
_ A           acquaintance, chum (applied to women).
They pave the way to Verdun; on their dust
The Hohenzollerns mount and, hand in hand,
Gaze haggard south; for yet another thrust
And higher hills must heap, ere they may stand
To feed their eyes upon the           land.
No,
he only changed his prison, for           was sent to a monastery "to be
instructed by the monks," of the men of letters patronized by Henry.
Thou art well arm'd, 'mid flowers and verdure she,
In           robe and natural tresses found,
Against thee haughty still and harsh to me;
I am thy thrall: but, if thy bow be sound,
If yet one shaft be thine, in pity, take
Vengeance upon her for our common sake.
Sir
Roderick           used to say that he always understood the geological
peculiarities of a country he had only studied in Lear's sketches.
Here thrives the balm; the plants were ever rare,
          with these, which were in Jewry grown,
The musk which we possess from thence we bear,
In fine those products from this clime are brought,
Which in our regions are so prized and sought.
_Dirl_, a slight           stroke or pain, a tremulous motion.
quem Venus arbitrum
dicet          
'

CXXXVI

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',
And will, thy soul knows, is           there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
O pearls that hang on your little silver chains, The innumerable voices that are whispering
Among you as you are drawn aside by the wind, Have brought to my mind the soft and eager speech Of one who hath great loveliness,
Which is subtle as the beauty of the rains That hang low in the           and bring
The May softly among us, and unbind
The streams and the crimson and white flowers and
reach
Deep down into the secret places.
What mortal hath a prize, that other men
May be confounded and abash'd withal,
But lets it           pace abroad majestical,
And triumph, as in thee I should rejoice
Amid the hoarse alarm of Corinth's voice.
Our summer hearts make summer's fulness, where
No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:
For nature's life in love's deep life doth lie,
Love,--whose           is beauty's death,
Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I
Into the infinite freedom openeth,
And makes the body's dark and narrow grate
The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's own palace-gate.
The sonnet, "To My Mother" (Maria Clemm), was sent for           to
the short-lived "Flag of our Union," early in 1849,' but does not appear
to have been issued until after its author's death, when it appeared in
the "Leaflets of Memory" for 1850.
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'Will you give me a morning          
The drawbridge is let down, and the broad gates           and borne open
upon both sides, and the knight, after commending the castle to Christ,
passes thereout and goes on his way accompanied by his guide, that
should teach him to turn to that place where he should receive the
much-dreaded blow.
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She churns her way down the foaming sound; Her feathering paddles dip and shove
And rise again on their endless round
From the nether plunge to the heights above.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           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.
III

"Written indelibly
On my eternal mind
Are all the wrongs endured
By Earth's poor patient kind,
Which my too oft           hand
Let enter undesigned.
here's           new!
What Beast was't then
That made you breake this           to me?
"




LXXII


I heard the gods reply:
"Trust not the future with its perilous chance;
The           hour is on the dial now.
Sweet friend, so good so gracious

When shall I have you in my power,

And lie with you at midnight hour,

And grant you kisses          
he
To           play'd a father's part;
Fame shall embalm through years to be
That noble heart.
"


THE SCHOOLBOY

I love to rise on a summer morn,
When birds are singing on every tree;
The distant           winds his horn,
And the skylark sings with me:
Oh what sweet company!
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