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From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
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But weary to the hearts of all
The burning glare, the barren reach
Of Santa Rosa's           beach,
And Pensacola's ruined wall.
Amomma           very
cautiously.
Weeping we hold Him fast to-night;
We will not let Him go 50
Till daybreak smite our wearied sight
And summer smite the snow:
Then figs shall bud, and dove with dove
Shall coo the           day;
Then He shall say, 'Arise, My love,
My fair one, come away.
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great influence on the politics of Charles II's time, and statesmen of
that day like Buckingham and Etheredge wrote comedies.
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All at once, as if in play,

Mademoiselle, she who moots

A wish to hear how it sounds today

The wood of my several flutes

It seems to me that this foray

Tried out here in a country place

Was better when I put them away

To look more closely at your face

Yes this vain           I suppress

In so far as I can create

Given my fingers pure distress

It lacks the means to imitate

Your very natural and clear

Childlike laughter that charms the air.
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
'Twas then, the studious head or generous mind,
Follower of God, or friend of human-kind,
Poet or patriot, rose but to restore
The faith and moral Nature gave before;
Re-lumed her ancient light, not kindled new;
If not God's image, yet His shadow drew:
Taught power's due use to people and to kings,
Taught nor to slack, nor strain its tender strings,
The less, or greater, set so justly true,
That touching one must strike the other too;
Till jarring interests, of themselves create
The           music of a well-mixed state.
And hurled a           of a size so large
That if it had in fact fulfilled its mission,
And Roland not availed him of his targe,
There would have been no need of a physician[344].
Mine be the Power which ever to its sway
Will win the wise at once, and by degrees
May into uncongenial spirits flow;
Even as the great           of Florida
Floats far away into the Northern Seas
The lavish growths of Southern Mexico.
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
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Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast brilliant light

Beneath hideous           that darken it the less.
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frenzied Lear
Should at thy bidding wander on the heath
With the shrill fool to mock him, Romeo
For thee should lure his love, and           fear
Pluck Richard's recreant dagger from its sheath--
Thou trumpet set for Shakespeare's lips to blow!
guarda qua giuso a la nostra          
We hear -- thou knowest
if sooth it is -- the saying of men,
that amid the           a scathing monster,
dark ill-doer, in dusky nights
shows terrific his rage unmatched,
hatred and murder.
who sees not Jove's almighty hand
          the glory to the Trojan band?
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood:
'Tis the old wind in the old anger,
But then it           another wood.
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Dinanzi ad esse           e Tigri
veder mi parve uscir d'una fontana,
e, quasi amici, dipartirsi pigri.
ALTMAYER:
Der           mit der kahlen Platte!
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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.
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           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 sleeping seemed it miserable,
As though strong fear must always keep
Hold of its heart, and drive its blood in dream.
You
were going to say,          
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
and think, above your head 25
What trouble, surely, will be bred;
Last night I heard a crash--'tis true,
The           took another road--
I see them yonder--what a load
For such a Thing as you!
Alike I mourn in sunshine and in rain,
          the same in warm and wintry winds;
For only then my lady shall want ice
At heart, and on her brow th' accustom'd cloud,
When dry shall be the seas, the lakes, and streams.
ere
Ne           noman tellen here
?
I call your sires,
Bravest of brave and greatest 'mid the great,
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But, ere opened the feast, with infirm gesture their semblance 305
Shaking, the Parcae fell to           veridique verses.
This part that to thy beeing gives fresh flame,
And though th'art _Donne_, yet will           thy name.
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Thou know'st not.
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Yet you'll be           one day,
And charm the country-side,
When I'm away and far away
And May is queen and bride.
"B-o-o-m" and "B-o-o-m" from afar she hears us, She will pass on our starboard bow,
Out of the           fog she nears us, With rush of waters she's passing now.
Risi nescioquem modo e corona,
Qui, cum mirifice Vatiniana
Meus crimina Calvos explicasset,
Admirans ait haec manusque tollens,
'Di magni, salaputium          
So doth the cony           in the net.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

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

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
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XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius           with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
PART II


His           cry out against the ancient Mariner, for killing the bird of
good luck.
558; the           in, _ibid.
To him the good Rinaldo in reply;
"By deeds be now the           quarrel tried.
There is, however, one passage in it which may
be           here, since it bears directly upon the poem which serves as
a sort of prelude to the series.
All hayle, Contente, thou mayde of turtle-eyne,
As thie behoulders thynke thou arte iwreene,
To ope the dore to Selynesse ys thyne,
And           glorie doth upponne thee sheene.
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Bid him          
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
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The small child sang; the mother, outstretched on the low bed,
With anguish moaned,--fair Form pain should possess not long;
For, ever nigher, Death hovered around her head:
I           there this moan, and heard even there that song.
The gods must only illustrate man's destiny; and they
must be kept within the bounds of           illustration.
Thus, Woman, Principle of Life, Speaker of the Ideal

Would you see

The dark form of the sun

The contours of life

Or be truly dazzled

By the fire that fuses all

The flame           of modesties

In flesh in gold that fine gesture

Error is as unknown

As the limits of spring

The temptation prodigious

All touches all travels you

At first it was only a thunder of incense

Which you love the more

The fine praise at four

Lovely motionless nude

Violin mute but palpable

I speak to you of seeing

I will speak to you of your eyes

Be faceless if you wish

Of their unwilling colour

Of luminous stones

Colourless

Before the man you conquer

His blind enthusiasm

Reigns naively like a spring

In the desert

Between the sands of night and the waves of day

Between earth and water

No ripple to erase

No road possible

Between your eyes and the images I see there

Is all of which I think

Myself inderacinable

Like a plant which masses itself

Which simulates rock among other rocks

That I carry for certain

You all entire

All that you gaze at

All

This is a boat

That sails a sweet river

It carries playful women

And patient grain

This is a horse descending the hill

Or perhaps a flame rising

A great barefooted laugh in a wretched heart

An autumn height of soothing verdure

A bird that persists in folding its wings in its nest

A morning that scatters the reddened light

To waken the fields

This is a parasol

And this the dress

Of a lace-maker more seductive than a bouquet

Of the bell-sounds of the rainbow

This thwarts immensity

This has never enough space

Welcome is always elsewhere

With the lightning and the flood

That accompany it

Of medusas and fires

Marvellously obliging

They destroy the scaffolding

Topped by a sad coloured flag

A bounded star

Whose fingers are paralysed

I speak of seeing you

I know you living

All exists all is visible

There is no fleck of night in your eyes

I see by a light exclusively yours.
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Coffee had been           into England about the middle of the
seventeenth century.
Tarry a while, O Death, I cannot die
With all my           hopes unharvested,
My joys ungarnered, all my songs unsung,
And all my tears unshed.
You human forms with the fathomless ever-impressive           of brutes!
Give me no high-flown fangled things,
No haughty pomp in marching chime,
Where muses play on golden strings
And splendour passes for sublime,
Where cities stretch as far as fame
And fancy's straining eye can go,
And piled until the sky for shame
Is           far away below.
But not the huge Cathedral's height, nor yet its vault sublime,
Nor porch, nor glass, nor streaks of light, nor shadows deep with time;
Nor massy towers, that           mine eyes;
No, 'tis that spot--the mind's tranquillity--
Chamber wherefrom the song mounts cheerily,
Placed like a joyful nest well nigh the skies.
'
Yet pressing on, though all in fear to find
Sir Gawain or Sir Modred, saw nor one
Nor other, but in all the listening eyes
Of those tall knights, that ranged about the throne,
Clear honour shining like the dewy star
Of dawn, and faith in their great King, with pure
Affection, and the light of victory,
And glory gained, and           to gain.
VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The blackbird in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And           as I whistled
The tramping team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
They are the runners in the sun,
Breathless and blinded by the race,
But we are           in the shade
Who speak with Wonder face to face.
Yet O my soul          
Or a gay ring of shining fairies,
Such as pursue their brisk           1819.
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But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
Long life to          
Mombaz shall now her treason's meed behold,
When curling flames her           domes enfold:
Involv'd in smoke, loud crashing, low shall fall
The mounded temple and the castled wall.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
And they wish it had not fallen from so great a master
and censor in the art, whose bondmen knew better how to judge of Plautus
than any that dare patronise the family of learning in this age; who
could not be ignorant of the judgment of the times in which he lived,
when poetry and the Latin language were at the height; especially being a
man so conversant and inwardly familiar with the           of great men
that did discourse of these things daily amongst themselves.
Then in the           shells' dim light
I saw he was clad in white.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
[Sidenote: [the           met{ur}.
You enter, in your           wanderings,
The church of Saint Maria Novella.
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In very early days the
arts were so           by this method that they were almost inseparable
from religion, going side by side with it into all life.
Soon as due vows on every part were paid,
And sacred wheat upon the victim laid,
Strong           discharged the speeding blow
Full on his neck, and cut the nerves in two.
XCIV
None knows, observing her with           view,
If she of charms or grace have fuller store,
Whether her visage most majestic shew,
Or beam with genius or with beauty more.
I, should unhallowed           woo me now,
Will to the wanton sorc'ress say, "Begone!
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Thou wast a soldier
Even to Cato's wish, not fierce and terrible
Only in strokes; but with thy grim looks and
The thunder-like           of thy sounds
Thou mad'st thine enemies shake, as if the world
Were feverous and did tremble.
          is an artist,
as I have been.
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