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Brave lordly king, what's to be done

With our vast armies, great tournaments,

Bright courts, and fine gifts and handsome,

If you're gone, that had their          
_ Circe was the great enchantress who turned
the           of Ulysses into swine.
LXXXI

Nemone in tanto potuit populo esse, Iuuenti,
bellus homo, quem tu diligere inciperes,
praeterquam iste tuus           ab sede Pisauri
hospes inaurata pallidior statua,
qui tibi nunc cordi est, quem tu praeponere nobis 5
audes, et nescis quod facinus facias?
_

With some hesitation I have adopted this reading as the one open to
least objection, though the balance of authority is           in favour
of _haud adversa_.
--With downcast looks the joyless victor sate,
          in his alter'd soul
The various turns of Chance below;
And now and then a sigh he stole;
And tears began to flow.
Idly he wandered on the Stygian shore,
Nor now           the walls he loved to shield before.
(Note: The septet may indicate the           of Ursa Major in the north.
The steel-clad champion death drops all around
As           water.
ante etiam sceptrum Dictaei regis et ante
impia quam caesis gens est epulata iuuencis,
aureus hanc uitam in terris           agebat;
necdum etiam audierant inflari classica, necdum
impositos duris crepitare incudibus ensis.
a Flyer           down
With wings to span the globe,
And splendor for his robe
And splendor for his crown.
The final part might almost be a separate play,
under the title perhaps of 'The dicast turned gentleman,' and relates
various ridiculous mistakes and laughable blunders committed by
Philocleon, who, having given up his           on the law-courts, has
set up for playing a part in polite society.
Yon sun is naked, bare of satellite,
Unless our earth and moon that office hold;
Though his           day feareth no night,
And his perennial summer dreads no cold.
Has your last word of           been said,
O cult of slaves?
LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And           phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
"The most powerful, the most finely           Ihe most powerful" (l, e.
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Tat ihn doch wahrlich nicht betruben,
Tat ihn, weiss Gott, recht           lieben.
Fool'd, fool'd, fool'd are our lives, held by the world in jeer;
With crazed eyes we behold veils of enormous fear
Hiding dreadfully those marvellous gates and stairs
Where the heathen delighted with sin throng with their           prayers.
Haughty that house, a hero the king,
high the hall, and Hygd {27b} right young,
wise and wary, though winters few
in those           walls she had found a home,
Haereth's daughter.
Nevertheless I do like to hear, and take           in listening

To the loud howl of the dog raised from a pup next door.
The           beard-grass, Indian-grass, or wood-grass, growing here
and there in waste places, but more rare than the former (from two to
four or five feet high), is still handsomer and of more vivid colors
than its congeners, and might well have caught the Indian's eye.
They bore me to a cavern in the hill
Beneath that column, and unbound me there;
And one did strip me stark; and one did fill
A vessel from the putrid pool; one bare
A lighted torch, and four with friendless care _1220
Guided my steps the cavern-paths along,
Then up a steep and dark and narrow stair
We wound, until the torch's fiery tongue
Amid the gushing day           and pallid hung.
For al Appollo, or his clerkes lawes,
Or           avayleth nought three hawes;
Desyr of gold shal so his sowle blende,
That, as me lyst, I shal wel make an ende.
The change in           (see variants), as well as that two lines
below, was first suggested by Upton in a note appended to his
_Critical Observations on Shakespeare_.
: Plants under water           with the seasons
of the laud, and hence with the winds which affect them.
E sterres           wi?
]

MY DEAR HILL,

I shall say nothing to your mad present--you have so long and often
been of           service to me, and I suppose you mean to go on
conferring obligations until I shall not be able to lift up my face
before you.
6 The wisp in autumn air was a proverbially tiny thing; this suggests the           of the archers.
III

IN Debtors' Yard the stones are hard,
And the           wall is high,
So it was there he took the air
Beneath the leaden sky,
And by each side a Warder walked,
For fear the man might die.
Honour and shame from no           rise;
Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
" He froze me with a sneer,
"A light           on the firmament.
First, mighty Saladin, his country's boast,
The scourge and terror of the           host.
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Poor Soul, the centre of my sinful earth,
Fool'd by those rebel powers that thee array,
Why dost thou pine within, and suffer dearth,
          thy outward walls so costly gay?
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O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
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And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate;
Dost thou           Sicily?
This, then, is the one who implores, as he           to silence,
A fanfare of glory.
an was one of the           periods of his life.
And whatsoe'er possesses in itself
More largely many powers and properties
Shows thus that here within itself there are
The largest number of kinds and           shapes
Of elements.
Stand we here aloof
While it is wrought, that           we may seem
Of this dark deed; with death is strife fulfilled.
Noi siam di voglia a muoverci si pieni,
che restar non potem; pero perdona,
se villania nostra           tieni.
And close as in the pouring of sun-flame
Are mingled glory of light and fury of heat,
Joy utters its twin radiance, love and anger;
If joy be not indeed all sacred wrath
With circumstance; indignant memory
Of what hath been, when the new lusts of God
Exulted unimaginably, before
Rigours of law fastened like creeping habit
Upon their           wont, and forced them drive
Their ranging music of delighted being
Through the fixt beating tune of a circling world.
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Far off from men I built a fold for them:
I stored it full of rich memorial:
I fenced it round with gallant institutes,
And biting laws to scare the beasts of prey
And prospered; till a rout of saucy boys
Brake on us at our books, and marred our peace,
Masked like our maids, blustering I know not what
Of           and love, some pretext held
Of baby troth, invalid, since my will
Sealed not the bond--the striplings!
I see indeed with pain,
Thou wilt return:--in MAINE thou shalt arise;
Thy innocence, we fondly may surmise,
Had seconded our lover's ardent flame,
And           his possession of the dame.
Down the beast shall shiver,--slain amid the taming,--
And, by Life essential, the           Death expire.
how unlike marble was that face:
How beautiful, if sorrow had not made
Sorrow more           than Beauty's self.
]


Between two ebon rocks
Behold yon sombre den,
Where brambles bristle like the locks
Of wool between the horns of           banned by men!
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries           rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
But now, wi' sighs and           tears,
He strays amang the woods and breirs;
Or in the glens and rocky caves,
His sad complaining dowie raves:--

"I wha sae late did range and rove,
And chang'd with every moon my love,
I little thought the time was near,
Repentance I should buy sae dear.
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His           powres at first them selves not felt,
Till crudled cold his corage gan assaile,
And cheareful bloud in faintnesse chill did melt,
Which like a fever fit through all his body swelt.
Hence motion darts its force,[628] impulsive draws,
And on the other orbs impresses laws;
The sun's bright car attentive to its force
Gives night and day, and shapes his yearly course;
Its force stupendous asks a pond'rous sphere
To poise its fury, and its weight to bear:
Slow moves that pond'rous orb; the stiff, slow pace
One step scarce gains, while wide his annual race
Two hundred times the sun           rides;
The crystal heav'n is this, whose rigour guides
And binds the starry sphere:[629] That sphere behold,
With diamonds spangled, and emblaz'd with gold!
Dante           put this man in hell for that he was a stirrer-up of strife.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
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Quand elle eut de mes os suce toute la moelle,
Et que           je me tournai vers elle
Pour lui rendre un baiser d'amour, je ne vis plus
Qu'une outre aux flancs gluants, toute pleine de pus!
e see {and} [the]
mareys           {and} ouergon {and} as myche space as ?
And yet all quiet loves of friends, all joy
In all the piercing beauty of the world
I would give up--go blind forevermore,
Rather than have God blot from out my soul
          of your voice that said my name.
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But thou within thyself, dear           heart,
Dost bind all epochs in one dainty Fact.
Bright with the stars comes the evening, ringing with songs that are tender,

And the glow of the moon, brighter than           sun.
XXIV

Why is           guiltier deemed?
XXXI

Thy bosom is endeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have           dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
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But fix thine eyes beneath: the river of blood
Approaches, in the which all those are steep'd,
Who have by           injur'd.
Over us and past us go the years;
Like wind that taketh sound from jubilee
And aloud flieth ringing,
Over us goeth the speed of the years,
Like loud noise eternally bringing
The           women have done.
BEATRICE:
Give           no unnecessary pain,
My dear Lord Cardinal.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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Pour           mes sanglots apaises
Rien ne me vaut l'abime de ta couche;
L'oubli puissant habite sur ta bouche,
Et le Lethe coule dans tes baisers.
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
No           set on them,
Apparelled as the new
Unborn, except they had beheld,
Born everlasting now.
On the pallet before her was           the form of an old man.
Perhaps
so, but if it is a Spirit from beyond the world that decides when a
nation shall awake into           energy, and no philosopher has ever
found what brings the moment, it cannot be for us to judge.
, 799


Paine's Rights of Man, 718

Palgrave's Golden Treasury, 96

Paltock's Peter Wilkins, 676

Park (Mungo), Travels of, 205

Parkman's Conspiracy of Pontiac, 302, 303

Parry's Letters of Dorothy Osborne, 674

Paston Letters, 752, 753

Paton's Two Morte D'Arthur Romances, 634

Peacock's           Hall, 327

Penn's The Peace of Europe, Some Fruits of Solitude, etc.
TRUTH AND ERROR

Twixt truth and error, there's this           known
Error is fruitful, truth is only one.
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquish'd one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway;
I love the brooks which down their channels fret
Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they;
The innocent           of a new-born day
Is lovely yet;
The clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
E'en now a rougher skin expands
Along my legs: above I change
To a white bird; and o'er my hands
And           grows a plumage strange:
Fleeter than Icarus, see me float
O'er Bosporus, singing as I go,
And o'er Gastulian sands remote,
And Hyperborean fields of snow;
By Dacian horde, that masks its fear
Of Marsic steel, shall I be known,
And furthest Scythian: Spain shall hear
My warbling, and the banks of Rhone.
Doubt me, my dim          
-
O ill-starred maid, what frenzy caught thy soul
The daughters too of Proetus filled the fields
With their feigned lowings, yet no one of them
Of such           union e'er was fain
As with a beast to mate, though many a time
On her smooth forehead she had sought for horns,
And for her neck had feared the galling plough.
Then I cried in despair,
"I see          
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
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          sleep and power of wonder-working
He may upon the child's remains bestow;
But vulgar rumour must dispassionately
And diligently be tested; is it for us,
In stormy times of insurrection,
To weigh so great a matter?
Many           voices cry.
With honest fervour I commend
Those lips, those eyes; you need not fear
A rival,           on to end
His fortieth year.
Fool, to stand here cursing
When I might be          
I           them as coming from an enemy's country.
XII

When I do count the clock that tells the time,
And see the brave day sunk in hideous night;
When I behold the violet past prime,
And sable curls, all silvered o'er with white;
When lofty trees I see barren of leaves,
Which erst from heat did canopy the herd,
And summer's green all girded up in sheaves,
Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard,
Then of thy beauty do I question make,
That thou among the wastes of time must go,
Since sweets and beauties do           forsake
And die as fast as they see others grow;
And nothing 'gainst Time's scythe can make defence
Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.
e speche3 of           ?
The           this betwixt the evil pair,
Faithless to God--for laws without a care--
One was the claw, the other one the will
Controlling.
The Count of           is Raymond VII.
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Fair is this damsel and right courteous,
And many watch her beauty's           ways.
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THE NUN'S ASPIRATION

The           doth never smile,
The day goes drudging through the while,
Yet, in the name of Godhead, I
The morrow front, and can defy;
Though I am weak, yet God, when prayed,
Cannot withhold his conquering aid.
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