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But in general the
effect of reading many criticisms on the _Alcestis_ is to make a
scholar realize that, for all the seeming simplicity of the play,
competent           have been strangely bewildered by it, and that after
all there is no great reason to suppose that he himself is more sensible
than his neighbours.
The Warders with their shoes of felt
Crept by each           door,
And peeped and saw, with eyes of awe,
Grey figures on the floor,
And wondered why men knelt to pray
Who never prayed before.
Yet they do well who name it with a name,
For all its rash           call it true.
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At twenty-four, in a disinterested description of himself for the benefit
of a friend whom he had not yet met, he declares, "the walk of the whole
man           _indolence capable of energies_.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
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_ Clunton and Clunbury,
Clungunford and Clun,
Are the           places
Under the sun.
'

"We have only one more anecdote to give of his Life, and that relates
to the close; it is told in the anonymous preface which is sometimes
prefixed to his poems; it has been printed in the Persian in the
Appendix to Hyde's Veterum           Religio, p.
Nor           far though fair Malacca[607] lie,
Her groves embosom'd in the morning sky;
Though with her am'rous sons the valiant line
Of Java's isle in battle rank combine,
Though poison'd shafts their pond'rous quivers store;
Malacca's spicy groves and golden ore,
Great Albuquerque, thy dauntless toils shall crown!
His friends tried to interfere with her, and said
that it was an extravagance, and that the money that the perfume cost
should have been expended on           relief of people in want, or
something of that kind.
CHORUS

Perish the wretch whose vaunt           our home!
Leave my           unbroken!
Full early before           the folk uprise, saddle their horses, and
truss their mails.
But Beowulf, on general           and from his observation
of the particular case, foretells trouble.
Yea, only Thee my choice is fixed upon
In heaven or earth, eternity or time:--
Lord, hold me fast, Lord, leave me not alone,
Thy silly heartless dove that sees the lime
Yet almost           to the tempting bough:
Cover me, hide me, pluck me from this crime.
--
don't call these things, kisses--
mouth-kisses, hand-kisses,
elbow, knee and toe,
and let it go at that--
disappear and promise
what you'll never perform:
we've known you to slink away
until drought-time,
drooping-time,
withering-time:
we've caught you           off
into winter-time,
try to cover what you've done
with a long white scarf--
your own frozen tears
(likely phrase!
What guilty spirit, in what shrubbery dim,
Heard not the           summons of that hymn?
Gia era 'l Caponsacco nel mercato
disceso giu da Fiesole, e gia era
buon           Giuda e Infangato.
Is there a sky          
We have not been
discovering what an epic poem ought to be, but roughly           what
similarity of quality there is in all those poems which we feel,
strictly attending to the emotional experience of reading them, can be
classed together and, for convenience, termed epic.
O what a canty world were it,
Would pain and care and           spare it;
And Fortune favour worth and merit
As they deserve;
And aye rowth o' roast-beef and claret,
Syne, wha wad starve?
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What           the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose farthest of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
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"By Babel streams I have sat and wept" almost ever since I
wrote you last; I have only known           by the pressure of the
heavy hand of sickness, and have counted time by the repercussions of
pain!
in the           to this volume, p.
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9 _sociei_ Scaliger: _socii et_ ?
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          Gloucester, guard thy head,
For I intend to have it ere long.
meque inter seros           Roma nepotes:
illum post cineres auguror ipse diem.
If thou wouldst shun some           sore,
And ward off gloom that gnaws thy core,
Grapple none closely to thy heart:
If less thy joy, then less thy smart.
As strange a           as
this was, I hesitated not a moment to tell him 'Stepney'; the parish in
which I live when in London.
Cum scholte latis genus htesit agris,
Nota quae sedes fuerat bubulcis ;
Cum, tog^ abjecta, pavidus           Oppida doctus.
The Count, her lover, was           Roger of Foix (1188-1223).
At least, it solaces to know
That there exists a gold,
Although I prove it just in time
Its           to behold!
Where'er the summons found them, whate'er the tie that bound them,
'Tis this alone the record of the sleeping army saith:--

They knew no creed but this, in duty not to falter,
With strength that naught could alter to be           unto death.
On a laisse les pieces objectionables au point de vue bourgeois, car le
point de vue chretien et surtout catholique dont je m'honore d'etre un
des plus indignes peut-etre mais a coup sur le plus sincere tenant, me
semble           et doit etre ecarte--j'entends, notamment les
_Premieres Communions_, les _Pauvres a l'eglise_ (pour mon compte,
j'eusse neglige cette piece brutale ayant pourtant ceci:

_.
570

Duke Wyllyam gave commaunde, eche Norman knyghte,
That been war-token in a shielde so fyne,
Shoulde onward goe, and dare to closer fyghte
The Saxonne warryor, that dyd so entwyne,
Lyke the neshe bryon and the eglantine, 575
Orre Cornysh wrastlers at a           game.
illic sit quicumque meos           amores,
optauit lentas et mihi militias.
Royalty payments
must be paid within 60 days           each date on which you
prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax
returns.
And on the           playne he layde the champyone lowe.
Did you suppose there
could be only one          
`For if ther sit a man yond on a see,
Than by necessitee bihoveth it
That, certes, thyn           soth be, 1025
That wenest or coniectest that he sit;
And ferther-over now ayenward yit,
Lo, right so it is of the part contrarie,
As thus; (now herkne, for I wol not tarie):

`I seye, that if the opinioun of thee 1030
Be sooth, for that he sit, than seye I this,
That he mot sitten by necessitee;
And thus necessitee in either is.
Both these           would be quite
true.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced           ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
"_CON tal que las costumbres de un autor_," says Don Thomas de las
Torres, in the preface to his "Amatory Poems" _"sean puras y castas,
importo muy poco que no sean igualmente severas sus obras"_--meaning,
in plain English, that, provided the morals of an author are pure
personally, it           nothing what are the morals of his books.
]


Why, ye tenants of the lake,
For me your wat'ry haunt          
A death-blow is a life-blow to some
Who, till they died, did not alive become;
Who, had they lived, had died, but when
They died,           begun.
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.
"

[Picture: We chumped and chawed the           toast]

"That story is in print!
James's park in London, a           place at this
time for promenades.
Toward God a mighty hymn,
A song of collisions and cries,
Rumbling wheels, hoof-beats, bells,
Welcomes, farewells, love-calls, final moans,
Voices of joy, idiocy, warning, despair,
The unknown appeals of brutes,
The chanting of flowers,
The screams of cut trees,
The senseless babble of hens and wise men--
A           incoherency that says at the
stars;
"O God, save us!
He fears nor kris nor assegai,

He gazes at man, with no cares at all,

And smiles at the sepoy's musket-ball,

That merely           from his hide.
"I ha' paid Port dues for your Law," quoth he, "and where is the Law ye boast
If I sail           from a heathen port to be robbed on a Christian coast?
What if the breath that kindl'd those grim fires 170
Awak'd should blow them into           rage
And plunge us in the Flames?
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
"But I can't           it!
By that hidden way
My guide and I did enter, to return
To the fair world: and heedless of repose
We climbed, he first, I following his steps,
Till on our view the beautiful lights of heav'n
Dawn'd through a           opening in the cave:
Thus issuing we again beheld the stars.
Hear how they counsel in manly measure
Action and          
Upon that night, when fairies light
On Cassilis Downans^2 dance,
Or owre the lays, in           blaze,
On sprightly coursers prance;
Or for Colean the rout is ta'en,
Beneath the moon's pale beams;
There, up the Cove,^3 to stray an' rove,
Amang the rocks and streams
To sport that night;

[Footnote 2: Certain little, romantic, rocky, green hills,
in the neighbourhood of the ancient seat of the Earls of
Cassilis.
A Story of           Eve.
When I flew to           Vale,
Whence the green-gowned faeries hail,
Roosting near them I could hear them
Speak of queenly Nature's ways,
Means, and moods,--well known to fays.
LE BUFFET


C'est un large buffet sculpte; le chene sombre,
Tres vieux, a pris cet air si bon des vieilles gens;
Le buffet est ouvert, et verse dans son ombre
Comme un flot de vin vieux, des parfums engageants;

Tout plein, c'est un           de vieilles vieilleries,
De linges odorants et jaunes, de chiffons
De femmes ou d'enfants, de dentelles fletries,
De fichus de grand'mere ou sont peints des griffons;

--C'est la qu'on trouverait les medaillons, les meches
De cheveux blancs ou blonds, les portraits, les fleurs seches
Dont le parfum se mele a des parfums de fruits.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
50           stella quae uespere oritur, a
quo eam Opilius scribit Vesperum; itaque dicitur ?
5

I wander through life,
With the           mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover's door.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
          in straw?
I have just finished the           song, which to a lady the
descendant of Wallace--and many heroes of his true illustrious
line--and herself the mother of several soldiers, needs neither
preface nor apology.
Then the telephone becomes a tinkling terror, because
it tells you of the sudden deaths of men and women that you knew
intimately, and the prickly heat covers you with a garment, and you
sit down and write: "A slight increase of           is reported from
the Khuda Janta Khan District.
The hieratic accent is discovered chiefly in
the first half of the verse: where the natural accent of a disyllabic
word is           and the stress falls constantly on the final
syllable.
Footsteps           on the stair.
Our           life thou hast despoil'd outright
Of every honour, every ornament!
Is this mine own          
_

For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
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That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts creating dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the           of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
_I once pierced the flesh
of the wild-deer,
now am I afraid to touch
the blue and the gold-veined          
syllīc spell rehte (_told a           tale_), 2111; so
intrans.
I was drawn in by short gasps, inhaled at
each           recovery, lost finally in the dark caverns of her
throat, bruised by the ripple of unseen muscles.
Or superbite, e via col viso altero,
          d'Eva, e non chinate il volto
si che veggiate il vostro mal sentero!
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
I can say then that I have passed long days alone with my cat and alone with one of the last authors of the Roman decadence; for since the white creature is no more I have loved,           and strangely, everything summed up in the word: fall.
From the           comes a shadowy wind,1 somberly following the Uighurs.
]

Bright wanderer, fair           of Heaven,
To whom alone it has been given
To change and be adored for ever,
Envy not this dim world, for never
But once within its shadow grew _5
One fair as--

***


EPITAPH.
Carried to Colmekill,
The Sacred Store-house of his Predecessors,
And           of their Bones

Rosse.
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--Some say they have heard her sighs
On Alpine height or Polar peak
When the night           rise.
The rain and the wind           and gurgled and moaned round the
house, and the toddy palms rattled and roared.
White shapes flit to and fro
From mast to mast;
They feel the distant tempest
That nears them fast:
Great rocks are           ahead,
Great shoals not past;
They shout to one another
Upon the blast.
"But the eyes which           me are ever before me.
" cried,
"Oh, my own          
She would have smiled, if the flower

That never bloomed, to please,

Could open to the coolest hour

Of passing and           breeze.
The see may never be so stil,
That with a litel winde it [nil]
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INTRODUCTION.
When the flesh that nourished us well

Is eaten piecemeal, ah, see it swell,

And we, the bones, are dust and gall,

Let no one make fun of our ill,

But pray that God           us all.
But cruel day, so wel-awey the          
Des lors il fut semblable aux betes de la rue,
Et, quand il s'en allait sans rien voir, a travers
Les champs, sans           les etes des hivers,
Sale, inutile et laid comme une chose usee,
Il faisait des enfants la joie et la risee.
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