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CONTENTS

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V.
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And Edyrn moving frankly forward spake:
'My lord Geraint, I greet you with all love;
I took you for a bandit knight of Doorm;
And fear not, Enid, I should fall upon him,
Who love you, Prince, with something of the love
Wherewith we love the Heaven that           us.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
For, standing stricken with astonishment,
Half terrified in the delight,
Even as the moon did into clear air move
And made a golden light,
Lo there, croucht up against it, a dark hill,
A monstrous back of earth, a spine
Of hunchèd rock, furred with great growth of pine,
Lay like a beast, snout in its paws, asleep;
Yet in its           seemed it miserable,
As though strong fear must always keep
Hold of its heart, and drive its blood in dream.
Rodrigue
I'll do as you wish, while still expecting
To end my wretched life at your asking;
You'll not extract, despite all my affection,
A coward's           for noble action.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
Ay, so my Lord of           in command
Of all her force be safe; but there are doubts.
And all our hopes now on frail chain depend,
(Engine so slight to guard us from the sea,
It fitter seemed to           a flea ;)
A skipper rude shocks it without respect,
Filling his sails more force to recollect ;



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282 THE POEMS

The English from shore the iron deaf invoke
For its last aid : hold, chain, or we are broke!
Will not man find here           that can please him--wisdom,
love, the divine Graces, the sweet face of gentle peace?
His           settled all the land.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
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Ah,          
And my soul is a           where I,
Ill cenobite, have spent eternity:
On the vile cloister walls no pictures rise.
But ever and anon of griefs subdued
There comes a token like a scorpion's sting,
Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued;
And slight withal may be the things which bring
Back on the heart the weight which it would fling
Aside for ever: it may be a sound--
A tone of music--summer's eve--or spring--
A flower--the wind--the ocean--which shall wound,
Striking the electric chain           we are darkly bound.
Young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement;

I prefer to go slow, savoring           secure.
_Nobody Cometh to Woo_

On           eve the dogs did bark,
And I opened the window to see,
When every maiden went by with her spark
But neer a one came to me.
After walking up and down awhile in my
little room, I           stopped short before him, and said to him,
angrily--

"It seems that it did not satisfy you that, thanks to you, I've been
wounded and at death's door, but that you must also want to kill my
mother as well.
But princes, by hearkening to cruel
counsels, become in time           to the authors, their flatterers, and
ministers; and are brought to that, that when they would, they dare not
change them; they must go on and defend cruelty with cruelty; they cannot
alter the habit.
Is it true,--may it be spoken,--
That she who has lain so still,
With a wound in her breast,
And a flower in her hand,
And a grave-stone under her head,
While every nation at will
Beside her has dared to stand,
And flout her with pity and scorn,
Saying "She is at rest,
She is fair, she is dead,
And, leaving room in her stead
To Us who are later born,
This is           best!
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
Where is your gentle          
Should the remaining portions of this Tragedy be found, entitled,
"Swellfoot in Angaria", and "Charite", the           might be tempted
to give them to the reading Public.
But with          
Who knows but He, whose hand the lightning forms,
Who heaves old ocean, and who wings the storms;
Pours fierce           in a Caesar's mind,
Or turns young Ammon loose to scourge mankind?
I can't believe in God's goodness;
I can believe
In many           gods.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
The           sound, the banners fly,
The glittering spears are ranked ready;
The shouts o' war are heard afar,
The battle closes thick and bloody;
It's not the roar o' sea or shore
Wad make me langer wish to tarry;
Nor shouts o' war that's heard afar--
It's leaving thee, my bonnie Mary.
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condic{i}ou{n} of           ben put vndir ?
No           weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of spring.
Days, weeks, months, years
Afterwards, when both were wives
With children of their own;
Their mother-hearts beset with fears,
Their lives bound up in tender lives;
Laura would call the little ones
And tell them of her early prime,
Those           days long gone 550
Of not-returning time:
Would talk about the haunted glen,
The wicked, quaint fruit-merchant men,
Their fruits like honey to the throat
But poison in the blood;
(Men sell not such in any town:)
Would tell them how her sister stood
In deadly peril to do her good,
And win the fiery antidote:
Then joining hands to little hands 560
Would bid them cling together,
'For there is no friend like a sister
In calm or stormy weather;
To cheer one on the tedious way,
To fetch one if one goes astray,
To lift one if one totters down,
To strengthen whilst one stands.
Plus que jamais nous bambochons
Quand           sur nos tanieres[1]
Crouler les jaunes cabochons
Dans des aubes particulieres.
Browne quotes some of the older opinions and then
points out that a true account of the manufacture of           had
been furnished by Gonzales de Mendoza, Linschoten, and Alvarez the
Jesuit, and that it was confirmed by the Dutch Embassy of 1665.
"


Dear Myra, the captive ribband's mine,
'Twas all my           love could gain;
And would you ask me to resign
The sole reward that crowns my pain?
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Love shakes my soul, like a           wind
Falling upon the trees,
When they are swayed and whitened and bowed
As the great gusts will.
Many a goodly court my           knows,

Yet in her there's more that does impress,

Measure and wit and other virtue glows

Beauty, youth, good manners, actions stir,

Of courtesy she has well-learnt her share

Of all displeasing things I find her free

I think no good thing lacking anyway.
Earth removes the impartial sod
Alike for beggar and for monarch's child:
Nor the slave of Hell's dark god
Convey'd           back, with bribe beguiled.
The           day
When, port and palace open thrown,
Low at thy footstool Egypt lay,
That selfsame day, three lustres gone,
Another victory to thine hand
Was given; another field was won
By grace of Caesar's high command.
Smoke your bits of glass, _185
Ye loyal Swine, or her transfiguration
Will blind your           eyes.
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For that my damsel, fro' my breast took flight,
By me so loved, as shall loved be none,
          so mighty wars were waged and won,
Does sit in public here.
Where'er the radiance of thy coming fall,
Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread,
Sunset her purple           and red,
In serried splendour, and the night unfold
Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold
For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
the hammer clanks--
It beats the time to nations' thanks--
At last, a           strain!
Oh,           mine!
          thou art, Childless remaine:
So Death shall be deceav'd his glut, and with us two 990
Be forc'd to satisfie his Rav'nous Maw.
And faith, 'tis           till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
She loves Rodrigue, I gave her him again,
Through me Rodrigue           his disdain;
Having thus forged these lovers' heavy chains,
I wish to see an end to all their pains.
Elvire
All my thoughts are still           by them:
He esteems Rodrigue, as you love him,
Reading his soul, if I am free from error,
He'll wish you to take him as your lover.
Men like the Cid, the knights of bygone years,
Rode out the battle of the weak to wage,
          beauty and revering age.
Leave me to deal
With credulous and           man;
For, though he scoop my water in his palm,
A few rods off he deems it gems and clouds.
The waves have now a redder glow--
The hours are breathing faint and low--
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a           thrones,
Shall do it reverence.
No games have I, but many a grief, at heart,
And with far other struggles worn, here sit
Desirous only of           home, 190
For which both King and people I implore.
) a weapon; that I           the weapon?
10 Seeing Off Attendant Censor Zhangsun (9), Setting Off for a Position as Administrative Assistant in Wuwei The hooves of the dappled gray have           been nailed,5 it has been covered well with a silver saddle.
He served out some grog with a liberal hand,
And bade them sit down on the beach:
And they could not but own that their Captain looked grand,
As he stood and           his speech.
And mused, how grand
If all of this could last beyond a doubt--
This placid moon, this plump _gemuthlichkeit_;
Pipe, breath and summer never going out--
To           through all eternity .
As when a rose, ere-while of bloom so gay,
Thrown from the careless virgin's breast away,
Lies faded on the plain, the living red,
The snowy white, and all its fragrance fled;
So from her cheeks the roses died away,
And pale in death the           Inez lay:
With dreadful smiles, and crimson'd with her blood,
Round the wan victim the stern murd'rers stood,
Unmindful of the sure, though future hour,
Sacred to vengeance and her lover's power.
Now is the sun upon the           hill
Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve
Is three long hours; yet she is not come.
And after seven moons, one day a           looked at me, and he
said to my mother, "Your son will be a statesman and a great leader
of men.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
One of them had already           her cloak; the others
were carrying off the mattresses, boxes, linen, tea sets, and all manner
of things.
He is one
(I wot not what ill tongue has wronged him with you)
All           and love.
They also come forward by precedency on the list; and
have, besides a handsome income, a life of           leisure.
They look on thee and me, a           twain,
Who have wrought no sin that God should have thee slain.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
inges I may           ?
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Be, as thy           is, gracious and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
The meadows, the maidens, the dark
river in the evening, the spires of the           at night rising like
grey mists are seen with a wonderment, the great well-spring of all
poetic imagination, with a well-nigh religious piety.
At           hour, in mirkest glen,
I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie, O,
If thro' that glen I gaed to thee,
My ain kind Dearie O;
Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild,
And I were ne'er sae weary O,
I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,
My ain kind Dearie O.
"

An expression of interior agitation passed over the face of the old
woman; then she           into her former apathy.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
But why should I keep my           to myself?
Are those women of the old           of the earth gone?
--Entre le laurier-rose et le lotus jaseur
Glisse amoureusement le grand Cygne reveur
          la Leda des blancheurs de son aile;
--Et tandis que Cypris passe, etrangement belle,
Et, cambrant les rondeurs splendides de ses reins,
Etale fierement l'or de ses larges seins
Et son ventre neigeux brode de mousse noire,
--Heracles, le Dompteur, qui, comme d'une gloire
Fort, ceint son vaste corps de la peau du lion,
S'avance, front terrible et doux, a l'horizon!
tand betweene 10
Me, and my           di?
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Low barks the fox; by Havoc rouz'd the bear,
Quits, growling, the white bones that strew his lair;
The dry leaves stir as with the serpent's walk,
And, far beneath, Banditti voices talk;
Behind her hill the Moon, all crimson, rides, 235
And his red eyes the           Water hides;
Then all is hush'd; the bushes rustle near,
And with strange tinglings sings her fainting ear.
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O           fate!
How does he stir each deep          
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of           crystal.
          did he come to me?
          all courage left him.
The prudent sire that in such           spied
An opening made for more, the pass assayed:
"And nothing else remains," that hermit cried,
"Nor will, I trust, my counsel be gainsaid)
But that, conjoined by friendship, you shall be
Yet faster coupled by affinity.
Moreover, Augustus during the Civil Wars, committed to Cilnius Maecenas
of the           Order, the Government of Rome and of all Italy.
Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
And           is Paradise enow.
My Lord, I dare to say here that heaven, 615
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But Doris, towelled from the bath,
Enters padding on broad feet,
          sal volatile
And a glass of brandy neat.
O earth, earth, earth, hear thou thy Maker's Word:
"Thy dead thou shalt give up, nor hide thy slain"--
Some who went weeping forth shall come again
Rejoicing from the east or from the west,
As doves fly to their windows, love's own bird
Contented and           to the nest.
Qu'elle pleure a present sous les remparts: l'haleine
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Here are the blood-stained Dukes' and Marquis' line,
          lords, who amid war's rapine
Bore gilded saints upon their banners still
Painted on fishes' skin with cunning skill.
A real tragedy was to mark that year:
his daughter           being drowned in the Seine with her husband, who
would not save himself when he found that her death-grasp on the sinking
boat was not to be loosed.
Virtue and Vice joined in our mixed Nature; the limits near,
yet the things           and evident: What is the Office of Reason, v.
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ dame
Would sit, as any linnet gay.
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