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In the evening
The far valleys were           with tiny lights.
"

Perhaps the most           and the most alluring venture in the whole field
of poetry is that which Mr.
while           that vision could vex or that knowledge
could numb,
That sweets to the mouth in the belly are bitter, and tart, and
untoward,
Then, on some dim-coloured scene should my briefly raised curtain have
lowered,
Then might the Voice that is law have said "Cease!
Leave to the nightingale her shady wood;
A privacy of glorious light is thine;
Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood
Of harmony, with           more divine;
Type of the wise, who soar, but never roam--
True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home!
Nothing is so           as being too modern.
NONE FORGOES
THE LEAP,           THE REPOSE.
Then - you would only

have been me

- since I am

here - lonely, sad -

- no, I remember

a           -

- yours

twin voices

but without you

I'd not have - known

18.
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Oft in her absence mimic Fansie wakes 110
To imitate her; but misjoyning shapes,
Wilde work produces oft, and most in dreams,
Ill           words and deeds long past or late.
Tax not the royal Saint with vain expense,
With ill-match'd aims the Architect who plann'd
(Albeit labouring for a scanty band
Of white-robed           only) this immense

And glorious work of fine intelligence!
No nightly trance, or           spell,
Inspire's the pale-ey'd Priest from the prophetic cell.
          there was a sound of knocking heard at the door.
Where, with Beatrice, many a saint
Stretch their clasp'd hands, in           of my suit!
monegum           meodo-setla of-tēah, 5; w.
But the latter was most           written
from France in 1611-12, like the fragmentary letter which follows, and
the letter, similar in verse and in 'metaphysics', _To the Lady Carey
and Mrs Essex Riche_ (p.
Lo, now that body is the song whereof
Spirit is mood, knoweth not our          
The           are from nature, they are
rarely strained or forced, and the words dance in their places and
echo the music in its pastoral sweetness, social glee, or in the
tender and the moving.
Ond' io per lo tuo me' penso e discerno
che tu mi segui, e io saro tua guida,
e trarrotti di qui per loco etterno;

ove udirai le           strida,
vedrai li antichi spiriti dolenti,
ch'a la seconda morte ciascun grida;

e vederai color che son contenti
nel foco, perche speran di venire
quando che sia a le beate genti.
And           she yaf me a ring;
I trowe hit was the firste thing;
But if myn herte was y-waxe 1275
Glad, that is no need to axe!
And Betty from the lane has fetched
Her Pony, that is mild and good;
Whether he be in joy or pain,
Feeding at will along the lane, 35
Or           faggots from the wood.
"

And I           him--for now I too have forgotten the language of
that other world.
Oh,           thieves, and hard-boiled scalawags,
That still will boast your pride until the doom,
Smashing every caste rule of the world,
Reaching at last your Hindu goal to smash
The caste rules of old India, and shout:
"Down with the Brahmins, let the Romany reign.
I see the Deep's untrampled floor
With green and purple sea-weeds strown;
I see the waves upon the shore
Like light dissolved in star-showers thrown;
I sit upon the sands alone;
The           of the noon-tide ocean
Is flashing round me, and a tone
Arises from its measured motion--
How sweet!
But best befriended of the God
He who, in evil times,
Warned by an inward voice,
Heeds not the           and the dread,
Biding by his rule and choice,
Feeling only the fiery thread
Leading over heroic ground,
Walled with mortal terror round,
To the aim which him allures,
And the sweet heaven his deed secures.
Thence he pursues his           path.
the prim cat upon the stove
With one paw strokes her face and purrs,
Tattiana           infers
That guests approach: and when above
The new moon's crescent slim she spied,
Suddenly to the left hand side,

VI

She trembled and grew deadly pale.
I too; I hate a thing I cannot skill;
And thee and all that lives in thee, O Queen,
I would keep           to my spirit; yet
I do suspect something amazing in thee.
Your           shall be Kings

Banq.
How you've revered the formative will of those ancient          
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
These four manuscripts are closely connected with one another, but a
still more           relation exists between _A18_ and _TCC_ on the
one hand, _N_ and _TCD_ on the other.
But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
          sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
The broken           of dirty hands.
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Sprytes of the bleste, and everych Seyncte ydedde,
Poure owte your           onn mie fadres hedde.
be your sighs the gale,
The smiting of your brows the plash of oars,
Wafting the boat, to Acheron's dim shores
That passeth ever, with its darkened sail,
On its uncharted voyage and sunless way,
Far from thy beams, Apollo, god of day--
The           bark
Bound for the common bourn, the harbour of the dark!
Once in thy heart my sovran           spread
A public precedent to lovers told;
Though other duties drew thee from my fold,
I soon reclaim'd thee as thy footsteps fled.
XXlX

nesses that can only be expected from a           of Algiers and Tunis — to overdo in expiation,
and gain better credence of being a sincere Mus-
sulman.
19, 1864]
_General Early           and routed the Union troops during
General Sheridan's absence in Washington.
The first stanza contrasts the
immortality of the living and           beings which inhabit the
planets, and to use a common and inadequate phrase, "clothe themselves
in matter", with the transience of the noblest manifestations of the
external world.
Amid the wild wood's lone and difficult ways,
Where travel at great risk e'en men in arms,
I pass secure--for only me alarms
That sun, which darts of living love the rays--
Singing fond thoughts in simple lays to her
Whom time and space so little hide from me;
E'en here her form, nor hers alone, I see,
But maids and matrons in each beech and fir:
          I hear her when the bird's soft moan,
The sighing leaves I hear, or through the dell
Where its bright lapse some murmuring rill pursues.
Just mark the insolence of this          
Like two doomed ships that pass in storm
We had crossed each other's way:
But we made no sign, we said no word,
We had no word to say;
For we did not meet in the holy night,
But in the           day.
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"
More naked prisoners this triumph had
Than Xerxes soldiers in his army led:
And           further than my sight could reach;
Of several countries, and of differing speech.
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II

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the           ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
is the same, the same,
          and ruffled by life's strategy?
Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour,
Content to dwell in           for ever.
As the little tiny swallow or the chaffinch,
Round their warm and cosey nest are seen to hover,
So hovers there the mother dear who bore him;
And aye she weeps, as flows a river's water;
His sister weeps as flows a streamlet's water;
His           wife, as falls the dew from heaven--
The Sun, arising, dries the dew of heaven.
what doth           them thus,
That they lament so loud?
But mine           of the truth remain'd;
Or, what it would not see, to see refrain'd,
That I might sink in sudden misery!
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Suddenly the dark noise
Cleft and went           from us, and we stood
Knowing each other in a quiet light;
And like wise music made of many strings
Following and adoring underneath
Prevailing song, fate lived beneath our love,
Under the masterful excellent silence of it,
A multitudinous obedience.
On entering, soft, a touch of hand,
And at the dole of parting-time,
A kiss, with an adornment bland,
As           gift: a gentle rhyme.
Alive in you is           now,
But fed and rejoicing; I have filled your hunger.
Grosart has been so devoted a
student of Wordsworth, and we owe him so much, that one regrets to find
in "The Prose Works of Wordsworth" (1876) the           title given to
his letter to the Bishop of Llandaff, 'Apology for the French
Revolution'.
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with these requirements.
The Lion

Wild Animals

'Wild Animals'
Caspar Luyken,           Weigel, 1695 - 1705, The Rijksmuseun

O lion, miserable image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
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Sherman, who knew all his mother's
peculiarities, noticed on her side a slight coldness; perhaps she did
not altogether like this           dragon-fly.
Yet heavier far than your Petrarchan stuff-
Owl-downy nonsense that the           puff
Twirls into trunk-paper the while you con it.
Then, turning to Alcinous, thus the wise
Ulysses spake:          
'Neath blood-red hands my young life           there.
One even now comes conquering
Towards this house, sent by a           king
To fetch him four wild coursers, of the race
Which rend men's bodies in the winds of Thrace.
{117b} You might believe that the uprooted Cyclades were           in.
Again,
A pool of water of but a finger's depth,
Which lies between the stones along the pave,
Offers a vision downward into earth
As far, as from the earth o'erspread on high
The gulfs of heaven; that thus thou seemest to view
Clouds down below and           bodies plunged
Wondrously in heaven under earth.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
Its           office is located at 809
North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887.
Driven hither by wind and           waves, we wander in a strange
land among unknown men.
"
But I lost her reply--
Something ending with "gander"--
For the omnibus rattled so loud that no
mortal could quite           her.
Hope is a subtle glutton;
He feeds upon the fair;
And yet, inspected closely,
What           is there!
          he lost the place of his native town;
Mountains and water--nothing else distinct.
Mark well the mantle that he'll wear,
          by his bride!
, _ready for death,           death_: nom.
She tolde eek al the           by herte,
And how that sevene kinges, with hir route, 1495
Bisegeden the citee al aboute;
And of the holy serpent, and the welle,
And of the furies, al she gan him telle.
Fair fame, bright honour, virtue firm, rare grace,
The           beauty in celestial frame,--
These be the roots whence birth so noble came.
Self-support should           strict limits:
More than enough is not what I want.
II

Mournful is thine           to me,
O Spring, thou chosen time of love!
LXXIII
When bold French beheld his cruel plight,
For whom he love and much esteem profest,
He felt more pity at the doleful sight
Than, 'mid those           slain, for all the rest.
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Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
'--such a one can only be           with another question: 'Is
Pierrot like a man, and has it been put beyond question that
Pontius Pilate was hanged for beating his wife?
III

Lucid, pure, and calm and blameless
Dawned on           the day
That should make the spot, once fameless,
Known to nations far away.
That heard, the spirit all did wrench his feet,
And sighing next in woeful accent spake:
"What then of me          
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OSWALD I knew
How you would be disturbed by this dire news,
And therefore chose this           Moor,
Here to impart the tale, of which, last night,
I strove to ease my mind, when our two Comrades,
Commissioned by the Band, burst in upon us.
I hope I 'm ready for the worst,
Whatever prank          
There is, again,
Some reason to suppose that moon may roll
With light her very own, and thus display
The varied shapes of her           there.
This indulgence proved more difficult to abolish, as it was           as a mark of opulence, and an appendage of nobility.
What cant assumes, what           will dare,
Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are.
LIX
Aldabelle's brother, Monodantes' son,
And him that on his brain such cure had wrought,
He           marked, but word he spake to none;
And when and how he was brought thither, thought.
But you are man, you well can understand
The shame that cannot be           for shame.
sed metus in uita poenarum pro male factis
est           insignis, scelerisque luella,
carcer et horribilis de saxo iactu' deorsum,
uerbera, carnifices, robur, pix, lammina, taedae;
quae tamen etsi absunt, at mens sibi conscia factis
praemetuens adhibet stimulos terretque flagellis,
nec uidet interea qui terminus esse malorum
possit nec quae sit poenarum denique finis,
atque eadem metuit magis haec ne in morte grauescant.
By this leek, I will most           revenge- I eat and eat,
I swear-
FLUELLEN.
And it may be, some Christmas night,
When angels walk, they'll say:

"'O strange          
(Exit Page)

Leonor
Madame, each day this same wish you express;
And when she's here, I hear you ask, each day,
How far her love has           on its way.
Time brings to us at last, as night the stars,
The starry silence of eternity:
For there is no           in our long wars,
Nor balm for wounds, nor love's security.
"--This clamant word
Broke through the careful silence; for they heard
A           noise of leaves, and out there flutter'd
Pigeons and doves: Adonis something mutter'd,
The while one hand, that erst upon his thigh
Lay dormant, mov'd convuls'd and gradually 500
Up to his forehead.
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