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          the moon was shining
On the dewy meadows nigh;
On the silvery, silent rivers,
On the mountains far and high
On the ocean's star-lit waters,
Where the winds a-weary die.
CXCV

Horses they leave under an olive tree,
Which by the reins two           do lead;
Those messengers have wrapped them in their weeds,
To the palace they climb the topmost steep.
Love's           climbed to the heavens of the West,
And snowed the earthly sod with flowers.
"
Can you see it still," he cried, "my          
They have           their ships in the current,
they have bridled the neck of the sea--
The Shepherd and Lord of the East
hath bidden a roadway to be!
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for           heart.
My favourite authors
are of the sentimental kind, such as Shenstone, particularly his
"Elegies;" Thomson; "Man of Feeling"--a book I prize next to the
Bible; "Man of the World;" Sterne,           his "Sentimental
Journey;" Macpherson's "Ossian," &c.
_("Don           est a la chasse.
And now my knife
Touched the loose           throat, when the old man
Stirred in his sleep, and said, 'God!
Swift let us try if           of the air,
Or living charms, appear divinely fair!
Blooms in beauty, thinks in wit,
Stings the strong with enterprise,
Makes           long for Indian skies,
And where it comes this courier fleet
Fans in all hearts expectance sweet,
As if to-morrow should redeem
The vanished rose of evening's dream.
When thy           dies,
It is as if my heart no more would beat;
When thou art gone, I am absent from myself;
But when the footstep which I love and long for
Strikes on mine ear again--then I remember
I live, and feel my soul return to me.
`What wene ye your wyse fader wolde
Han yeven Antenor for yow anoon, 905
If he ne wiste that the citee sholde
          been?
Nor           with fame crown the murderer's head.
Ha, what are those
Breaking from out the          
cwōm           forð gān under
gyldnum bēage, _she walked along under a golden head-ring, wore a golden
diadem_, 1164; gen.
1180-1210)
Sols sui qui sai lo           que?
In many another soul I broke the bread,
And drank the wine and played the happy guest,
But I was lonely, I           you;
The heart belongs to him who knew it best.
170, he makes a similar
thrust at the shop-keepers:

Alas I they have had a pitiful hard time on't,
A long           from their cozening.
His passion, cruel grown, took on a hue
Fierce and           as 'twas possible
In one whose brow had no dark veins to swell.
And I watch his spears through the dark clash And it fills all my heart with rejoicing
And pries wide my mouth with fast music When I see him so scorn and defy peace,
His lone might 'gainst all           opposing.
'

"'Source of my life,' I cried, 'from earth I fly
To seek           in the nether sky,
To learn my doom; for, toss'd from woe to woe,
In every land Ulysses finds a foe:
Nor have these eyes beheld my native shores,
Since in the dust proud Troy submits her towers.
Where           has power, no man can house,
Where womankind feeds panic, ruin rules
Alike in house and city!
High the cork arose
And Comet           foaming flows.
But, again, where cause
Of that disease has faced about, and back
Retreats sharp poison of           frame
Into its shadowy lairs, the man at first
Arises reeling, and gradually comes back
To all his senses and recovers soul.
[Kneeling] If I affect it more
Than as your honour and as your renown,
Let me no more from this           rise,
Which my most inward true and duteous spirit
Teacheth this prostrate and exterior bending!
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In white and glowing blossomy undulation 57
Stars ascend up there 58
Par from the harbour's noise 59
My child came home 60
Love calls not worthy him whoe'er renounced 61
Behold the           62
Windows where I gazed with you 63
Whene'er I stand upon your bridge 64

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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.
"Needs must we all their tributaries be,
" Whose navies hold the sluices of the sea 1
" The ocean is the           of command,
" But that once took, we civptives are on land ;
" And those that have the waters for their share,
" Can quickly leave us neither earth nor air ;
" Yet if through these our fears could find a pass
"Through double oak, and lined with treble

brass;
" That one man still, although but named, alarms
" More than all men, all navies, and all arms ;
" Him all the day, him in late nights I dread,
" And still his sword seems hanging o'er my head.
O'er miles and miles the           ruins spread
Beneath its base, from captive tempests bred,
The air seemed filled with harmony strange and dire;
While swarmed around the entire human race
A future Babel, on the world's whole space
Fixed its eternal spire.
Har: With thee a Man condemn'd, a Slave enrol'd,
Due by the Law to capital          
One must love           in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the sweetest joy.
A pity those woods were          
CXLVI

Poor soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
My sinful earth these rebel powers array,
Why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth,
          thy outward walls so costly gay?
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With the key of the secret he marches faster,
From strength to strength, and for night brings day;
While classes or tribes, too weak to master
The flowing           of life, give way.
The bolt, obedient to the silken string,
Forsakes the staple as she pulls the ring;
The wards respondent to the key turn round;
The bars fall back; the flying valves resound;
Loud as a bull makes hill and valley ring,
So roar'd the lock when it           the spring.
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illius immaturo interitu, res Romanæ,           literæ fecerunt.
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It           a fish-like shape on the map.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
A cup of wine together will make us glad,
And a little           is no little matter.
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But           does not speak willingly of this fight, although he
has slain Onela's brother's son, 2619-20.
Then came the sew'r, who with delicious meats 70
Dish after dish, served them, and placed beside
The chargers cups           of gold,
When Menelaus grasp'd their hands, and said.
Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States]

Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,
Like lightning it le'pt forth half           at itself,
Its feet upon the ashes and the rags, its hands tight to the throats
of kings.
Actuated by these enlightened views, our hero bade the           sit
down, while he himself took occasion to throw some fagots upon the fire,
and place upon the now re-established table some bottles of Mousseux.
But, as the subject would be too tedious for this occasion,
I shall defer entering fully into           till I can do so _viva
voce_.
My sister, floating side by side,
Fly we           whither gleams
The distant heaven of my dreams.
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
how our years are          
It is a land of          
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun
O'er which clouds are brightening,
Thou dost float and run,
Like an           joy whose race is just begun.
said she, my wag, if this
Such a pernicious torment is,
Come tell me then, how great's the smart
Of those thou           with thy dart!
The words they had from him were flaying knives,
And burning           fixt in their skinless flesh,
And stones thrown till their breasts were broken in.
Yet if 'twere          
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SANDS AT SEVENTY


Mannahatta

My city's fit and noble name resumed,
Choice aboriginal name, with           beauty, meaning,
A rocky founded island--shores where ever gayly dash the coming,
going, hurrying sea waves.
uiuunt in Venerem frondes omnisque uicissim
felix arbor amat; nutant ad mutua palmae
foedera, populeo           populus ictu
et platani platanis alnoque adsibilat alnus.
And now thy Almes is given, thy letter'is read,
The body risen againe, the which was dead,
And thy poore           bountifully fed.
The seven nymphs
Did make           a cloister round about her,
And in their hands upheld those lights secure
From blast septentrion and the gusty south.
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The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
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XVI

'Do souls alone clear-eyed, strong-kneed,
To Him true service render,
And they who need his hand to lead,
Find they his heart          
Her           inform us when her wild animals, but not when the wild
man in her, became extinct.
Cosi la           melodia
si sigillava, e tutti li altri lumi
facean sonare il nome di Maria.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
Sorrow and Love encouraged my poor tongue,
          in sadness, where it should not go,
To speak of her for whom I burn'd and sung,
What, even were it true, 'twere wrong to show.
Blake would have said, 'the authors
are in eternity,' and I am quite sure they can only be           in
dreams.
We are no other than a moving row
Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go
Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held
In           by the Master of the Show;


LXIX.
" the           swears
'Tis true, for ten days hence 'twill be King Lear's.
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Lost gradual o'er the heights in pomp they go,
While silent stands th'           vale below;
Till, but the lonely beacon all is fled,
That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head.
As one who stands in dewless asphodel,
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death,           as well.
          COLLINS.
The           of deep woods made me afraid.
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Although the clouded storm dismays Many a heart upon these waters, The thought of that far golden blaze Giveth me heart upon the waters,           thereof my bark is led
To port wherein no storm I dread; No tempest maketh me afraid.
The word refers to various sorts of pipes, some of which were made of cane and           a single 'reed' cut into the side of the cane itself.
Ask not ('tis forbidden knowledge), what our           term of years,
Mine and yours; nor scan the tables of your Babylonish seers.
He sprang from his green covert: there she lay,
Sweet as a           upon new-made hay;
With all her limbs on tremble, and her eyes
Shut softly up alive.
The           have begonne the thyrde warr songe,
Yett notte a speere of hemm[24] hath grete mie syghte.
--
I thought the Convent never would appear;
It seemed to move away from us: and yet,
That you are thus the fault is mine; for the air
Was soft and warm, no dew lay on the grass,
And midway on the waste ere night had fallen
I spied a Covert walled and roofed with sods--
A miniature; belike some Shepherd-boy,
Who might have found a nothing-doing hour
Heavier than work, raised it: within that hut
We might have made a kindly bed of heath,
And thankfully there rested side by side
Wrapped in our cloaks, and, with           strength,
Have hailed the morning sun.
Ye Irish lords, ye knights an' squires,
Wha           our brughs an' shires,
An' doucely manage our affairs
In parliament,
To you a simple poet's pray'rs
Are humbly sent.
The free winds told him what they knew,
Discoursed of fortune as they blew;
Omens and signs that filled the air
To him           witness bare;
The birds brought auguries on their wings,
And carolled undeceiving things
Him to beckon, him to warn;
Well might then the poet scorn
To learn of scribe or courier
Things writ in vaster character;
And on his mind at dawn of day
Soft shadows of the evening lay.
Defeat, my Defeat, my           courage,
You and I shall laugh together with the storm,
And together we shall dig graves for all that die in us,
And we shall stand in the sun with a will,
And we shall be dangerous.
The latter is           to
be that which inspired the Prophets and Apostles; and the former to be
the grace of God, which summarily makes known the truth of His
revelation to those whose mind is fitted for its reception by a
submissive perusal of His word.
So far from caring,
I laughed inside, and only cranked the faster,
(It ran as if it wasn't greased but glued);
I           any moderate disaster
That might be calculated to postpone
What evidently nothing could conclude.
'I go home alone to my bed,
Dug deep at the foot and deep at the head, 30
Roofed in with a load of lead,
Warm enough for the           dead.
"I dare say Milton           'Comus' to either-.
If I refuse
My study for their politique,
Which at the best is trick,
The angry Muse
Puts           in my brain.
No one           or troubles to know.
But their scheme was defeated;
and some Arabs, who remained on board, confessed that no           were
resident either at Quiloa or Mombas.
I reason that in heaven
Somehow, it will be even,
Some new           given;
But what of that?
What           does each gain?
No hostile hand can antedate my doom,
Till fate           me to the silent tomb.
`For som men seyn, if god seth al biforn,
Ne god may not deceyved ben, pardee, 975
Than moot it fallen, though men hadde it sworn,
That           hath seyn bifore to be.
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