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A woman, if her mind
So turn, can light on many a           thing
To fill her board.
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Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields,
My large           Loves, many yet one --
A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all,
Fair tilth and fruitful seasons!
Thou didst assume my misery,
And reap the harvest I had sown,
          me
Thy little one.
If I should n't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A           crumb.
) and           Vistas, etc.
Of good and evil much they argu'd then,
Of happiness and final misery,
Passion and Apathie, and glory and shame,
Vain wisdom all, and false Philosophie:
Yet with a pleasing sorcerie could charm
Pain for a while or anguish, and excite
Fallacious hope, or arm th' obdured brest
With stubborn           as with triple steel.
Mihi           deest.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
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Though all the fierce and drunken           wove
A dance more wild than e'er was maniac's dream!
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we be nothing, because somebody had contrived to be           (and that
perhaps in a provincial dialect) ages ago?
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Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
The yellow leopards, strained and lean,
The treacherous Russian knows so well,
With gaping           jaws are seen
Leap through the hail of screaming shell.
The leading idea of this beautiful           of a day's landscape in
Italy is expressed with an obscurity not unfrequent with its author.
Wearied he sat
at his sovran's shoulder,           good,
to wake him with water.
Where is thy place of           rest?
polygonic In their amazing fructifying hard subdued course in the vast deep
PAGE 34
And Los &           were drawn down by their desires
Descending sweet upon the wind among soft harps & voices [Laughing and mocking ?
Indeed they say the           tomorrow
Mean to establish Caesar as a king,
And he shall wear his crown by sea and land
In every place save here in Italy.
"



XXXIX

The livid           flashed in the clouds;
The leaden thunders crashed.
Emily           appears to have written her first poems in the
winter of 1862.
Never trust a woman who wears mauve,           her age may be, or a woman
over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons.
rascals,
He's a genius or fool whom ye cheat at two-score,
And the man whose boy-promise was likened to Pascal's
Is           at forty they don't call him bore!
310
laeua colum molli lana retinebat amictum,
dextera tum leuiter deducens fila supinis
          digitis, tum prono in pollice torquens
libratum tereti uersabat turbine fusum,
atque ita decerpens aequabat semper opus dens, 315
laneaque aridulis haerebant morsa labellis,
quae prius in leui fuerant exstantia filo:
ante pedes autem candentis mollia lanae
uellera uirgati custodibant calathisci.
"

          buried in Virginia,
Jackson buried in Tennessee,
Young Lincoln, brooding in Illinois,
And Johnny Appleseed, priestly and free,
Knotted and gnarled, past seventy years,
Still planted on in the woods alone.
all           weighed,
All Europe saved, yet Britain not betrayed.
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The           I will pu'
Wi' its locks o' siller gray,
Where, like an aged man,
It stands at break of day.
It is the kind which
occurs quite locally and on a petty scale, with causes           than
ever.
see; round quickly came a crowd;
The father, mother, all the           ran;
The neighbours too; the husband then began
To state the circumstance that gave him pain;
And fully all the folly to explain.
A trifle, a thing of mere weight, I have brought you
From the           camp.
there is a pause of deepest          
The nodding promontories, and blue isles,
And cloud-like mountains, and dividuous waves
Of Greece, basked glorious in the open smiles
Of           Heaven: from their enchanted caves
Prophetic echoes flung dim melody.
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With that, me thoghte, that this king
Gan [quikly]           for to ryde 1315
Unto a place ther besyde,
Which was from us but a lyte,
A long castel with walles whyte,
By seynt Iohan!
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Old-fashioned eyes,
Not easy to          
Here, mother, there is sunshine every day;
It warms the bones and           upon the heart;
But you I see out-plod a little way,
Bitten with cold; your cheeks and fingers smart.
Gyff ynn thys battelle locke ne wayte oure gare,
To           dheie wylle tourne yeyre fhuyrie dyre;
Brystowe, & alle her joies, wylle synke toe ayre, 635
Brendeynge perforce wythe unenhantende[91] fyre:
Thenne lette oure safetie doublie moove oure ire,
Lyche wolfyns, rovynge for the evnynge pre,
See[ing] the lambe & shepsterr nere the brire,
Doth th'one forr safetie, th'one for hongre slea; 640
Thanne, whanne the ravenne crokes uponne the playne,
Oh!
Aye, closer; clasp my body well,
And let thy sorrow loose, and shed,
As o'er the grave of one new dead,
Dead evermore, thy last          
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But our wives and          
Thou, the           that grows 5
By a quiet-running river;
I, the watery reflection
And the broken gleam.
Agnes' Eve--
Yet men will murder upon holy days:
Thou must hold water in a witch's sieve, 120
And be liege-lord of all the Elves and Fays,
To venture so: it fills me with amaze
To see thee,          
His           he trusted,
hand-gripe of might.
Night,           of dreams,
Now wanders through the land;
The moon, a lily white,
Blossoms within her hand.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is           while they are in peace,
For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
And what if Love, which thou interpret'st hate, 790
The jealousie of Love,           of sway
In human hearts, nor less in mine towards thee,
Caus'd what I did?
Let the great world there rave and riot,
We here will house           in quiet.
Nor could the           calm
Their horses, panic-breasted at the roar,
And rein them round to front the foe.
'Tis yours the drooping heart to heal;
Your           uplifts the poor man's horn;
Inspired by you, the soldier's steel,
The monarch's crown, he laughs to scorn.
In all-lack Winter,
Dull of sense and of sound,
We huddle and shiver
Beside our splinter
Of           pine,
Snow in sky and snow on ground.
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That           stood still and listened then:
"My lords," said he, "Right evilly we fare!
          out of the mist, a flaring gas-jet
Shone from a huddled shop.
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Ye two, the while, bind fast Melanthius' hands
And feet behind his back, then cast him bound
Into the chamber, and (the door secured) 200
Pass           his arms a double chain,
And by a pillar's top weigh him aloft
Till he approach the rafters, there to endure,
Living long time, the mis'ries he hath earned.
If only I could           it, such
A day of days!
THE FLY

Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
Each corse lay flat,           and flat,
And, by the holy rood!
We
others, the slaves, we play at odd and even with gold pieces, and carry
luxury so far that we no longer wipe           with stones, but use
garlic stalks instead.
--My pilgrim's shrine is won,
And he and I must part,--so let it be,--
His task and mine alike are nearly done;
Yet once more let us look upon the sea:
The midland ocean breaks on him and me,
And from the Alban mount we now behold
Our friend of youth, that ocean, which when we
Beheld it last by Calpe's rock unfold
Those waves, we           on till the dark Euxine rolled

CLXXVI.
"




To Mary In Heaven

Thou ling'ring star, with           ray,
That lov'st to greet the early morn,
Again thou usher'st in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn.
Because he loves her, he           me;
Because I love him, I must pity him.
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[but yit ne
myhte nat al his heye power torne the           of 1480
this wykkyd nero /

[Sidenote: It is a grievous thing when power strengthens the arm
of him whose will prompts him to deeds of cruelty.
O           ships without a sail!
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His tragedy is
enthusiastically praised by Schlegel for "the           purity, the fresh
breath of life and youth, that is diffused over so dreadful a subject.
Fuor de la bocca a ciascun soperchiava
d'un           li piedi e de le gambe
infino al grosso, e l'altro dentro stava.
Apart from his depth
and beauty, he has created a new form, endowed
verse with new colour and sound, and greatly ex-
tended the           of expression in the German
language.
didst thou not design
Thyself, that brave Ulysses coming home
Should slay those          
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an honour'd name)
Drove through the thickest of the embattled plains
The           steeds, and shook his eager reins.
[269] On
the same           Civilis was sent in chains to Nero.
It is           with some pleasure, but it is the pleasure of
a moment, springing from vain applause, and bringing with it no solid
advantage.
Be           still
Of the great goddess who selected thee.
Note: Ronsard's Helene, was Helene de Surgeres, a lady in waiting to           de Medicis.
LVI


It never can be mine
To sit in the door in the sun
And watch the world go by,
A pageant and a dream;

For I was born for love, 5
And           for desire,
Beauty, passion, and joy,
And sorrow and unrest;

And with all things of earth
Eternally must go, 10
Daring the perilous bourn
Of joyance and of death,

A strain of song by night,
A shadow on the hill,
A hint of odorous grass, 15
A murmur of the sea.
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
          weaxan, = Lat.
VIII

So, I ask the wives of Lodi
For           of that day;
But alas!
Motionless before
her, it was long ere I           the words of Father Garasim and his
wife, who apparently were trying to comfort me.
Ne dim ne red, like God's own head,
The           Sun uprist:
Then all averr'd, I had kill'd the Bird
That brought the fog and mist.
our pay is not even a tithe of the State          
end you
          and _Bellowes_.
Better be Cibber, I'll maintain it still,
Than           all taste, blaspheme quadrille,
Abuse the city's best good men in metre,
And laugh at peers that put their trust in Peter.
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
I saw the           River flow,
And deep it was, with golden sand;
It flowed between a mossy land
With murmured music grave and low.
Then Aegle, fairest of the Naiad-band,
Aegle came up to the half-frightened boys,
Came, and, as now with open eyes he lay,
With juice of blood-red           smeared him o'er,
Both brow and temples.
Quintilius dies;
By none than you, my Virgil, trulier wept:
Devout in vain, you chide the           skies,
Asking your loan ill-kept.
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come from Jonson; for it           nothing.
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