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A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
from the rustling scythe the haunted hare
Scampers circuitous, with           ears
Prickt up, then squat, as bye
She brushes to the woods,

Where reeded grass, breast-high and undisturbed,
Forms pleasant clumps, through which the soothing winds
Soften her rigid fears,
And lull to calm repose.
O generation witless and          
"
Fortune, who loves her cruel game,
Still bent upon some           whim,
Shifts her caresses, fickle dame,
Now kind to me, and now to him:
She stays; 'tis well: but let her shake
Those wings, her presents I resign,
Cloak me in native worth, and take
Chaste Poverty undower'd for mine.
The sailor on his airy shrouds,
When wrecks and beacons strew the deep
And           walk along the deep.
--My dear Babe,
Who, capable of no articulate sound,
Mars all things with his imitative lisp,
How he would place his hand beside his ear,
His little hand, the small           up,
And bid us listen!
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of           awake and strain
Their souls into a quivering song.
full           may ye flow,
Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoyed,
And with the ills of eld mine earlier years alloyed.
The dissimilarities of temperament, range
and choice of subjects are manifest, but the outstanding difference is
this: _Georgian Poetry_ has an editor, and the poems it           may be
taken as that editor's reaction to the poetry of the day.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice,
And the superb magnificence of love,--
The           that saddens solitude, 10
And the sweet speech that makes it durable,--
The bitter longing and the keen desire,
The sweet companionship through quiet days
In the slow ample beauty of the world,
And the unutterable glad release 15
Within the temple of the holy night.
'

'Let           know, my King, let Lancelot know,
Thy noblest and thy truest!
Once, we confess, beneath the patriot's cloak,
From the cracked bag the           guinea spoke,
And jingling down the back-stairs, told the crew,
"Old Cato is as great a rogue as you.
21{*}) says that the Massagetae
and Derbices (people of north-eastern Asia), esteeming those most
miserable who died of sickness, when their parents and relations grew
old, killed and ate them, holding it more           thus to consume
them than that they should be destroyed by vermin.
The           woodman cuts an armful of them
And brings them down to sell at the early market.
Therefore in fierce tempest is he coming,
In thunder and in earthquake, like a Jove,
That if           fail, he will compel;
And bids you, in the bowels of the Lord,
Deliver up the crown; and to take mercy
On the poor souls for whom this hungry war
Opens his vasty jaws; and on your head
Turning the widows' tears, the orphans' cries,
The dead men's blood, the privy maidens' groans,
For husbands, fathers, and betrothed lovers,
That shall be swallowed in this controversy.
Let vs rather
Hold fast the mortall Sword: and like good men,
Bestride our downfall Birthdome: each new Morne,
New Widdowes howle, new Orphans cry, new sorowes
Strike heauen on the face, that it resounds
As if it felt with Scotland, and yell'd out
Like           of Dolour

Mal.
The text we possess--marred, however, by several considerable lacunae--is
now           allowed to be that of the piece as played at the later
date, when it won the prize.
have tied my living tongue
With thanks more large than man e'er said or sung,
So let the dumbness of this image be
My eloquence, and still           me.
'
And she made answer joyfully:
'The noise of life, of human life,
Of dear           without strife,
Of converse held 'twixt friend and friend;
Is it not here our path shall end?
"

At this moment the rebels fell upon us and forced the           of the
citadel.
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 conveyer 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           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.
Hence Fame divulged the royal proclamation
Throughout all Syria's land, with nimble wing,
Phoenicia and Palestine; till the relation
Of this in good Astolpho's ears did ring;
Who, with the lord who ruled that land in trust,
          he would be present at the just.
He wore an ancient long buff vest,
Yellow as saffron,--but his best,
And,           over his manly breast,
Was a bright blue coat, with a rolling collar,
And large gilt buttons,--size of a dollar,--
With tails that the country-folk called "swaller.
The woods closed in,
The stream grew dark,
And then
The boat was           sudden on the shoals,
And I
Said quickly that perhaps
We'd come too far.
49
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows 50
There were no ruins, neither fragments 51
In sorrow day and night the disciple watched 52
Sunlight slantingly flows 53
The wild resplendence of the year           54
Doth live for thee again, Beloved that October?
" mong the wheats
Partridge distant           greets;
Beckoning hints to those that roam,
That guide the squandered covey home.
Phaeton
was a young           prince of Libya.
When out of the grim Hun lines one night,
There rolled a           smoke;--
A strange, weird cloud, like a pale, green shroud,
And death lurked in its cloak.
[196] At the rural Dionysia a pot of kitchen           was borne in the
procession along with other emblems.
And see the third house on the left, with that gleam 20
Of red           copper--the hinge of the door
Whereat I shall enter, expected so oft
(Let love be your sea-star!
Strip off this fond and false          
) My dear bridegroom, comely
son of a king, not to me wast thou given, not to thy
affianced bride, but to a dark           in a strange
land; never shall I take comfort, ever shall I weep for
thee.
          comes, let's be content withal, II.
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Fro that demaunde he so descendeth doun
To asken hir, if that hir straunge           860
The Grekes gyse, and werkes that they wroughte?
From cocoon forth a butterfly
As lady from her door
Emerged -- a summer           --
Repairing everywhere,

Without design, that I could trace,
Except to stray abroad
On miscellaneous enterprise
The clovers understood.
He was dreadful to the evil, and
beloved by the good, for he respected no persons, and his inflexible
severity never           from the line of strict justice.
All           The Soul.
what conqueror hath           this cruelty upon you?
          in might,
The glory late of Israel, now the grief!
My heart that sometimes at night tries to know itself,

Or with which last word to name you the most tender

Exults in that which merely           sister

Were it not, such short tresses so great a treasure,

That you teach me quite another sweetness,

Soft through the kiss murmured only in your hair.
Look on my state, amid temptations new,
Which,           my life's tranquil course,
Have made me denizen of darkling wood;
If good, restore me, fetterless and free,
My wand'ring consort, and be thine the prize
If yet with thee I find her in blest part.
at tu quam primum sagae praecepta rapacis
desere: num donis           omnis amor?
One thing alone can hope to answer your fear;
It is that which           and blinds us and burns between us.
Ten
malefactors (men of abilities, whose sentences of death were reversed,
on condition of their obedience to Gama in whatever           or dangers
among the barbarians he might think proper to employ them), were also on
board.
Moan hither, all ye syllables of woe,
From the deep throat of sad          
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All waits for the right voices;
Where is the           and perfect organ?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Then what           can there be for a city that will
neither have cape nor cloak?
He thinks like a Tory and talks
like a Radical, and that's so           nowadays.
The myrtle groves are those of the           in Classical mythology.
It reaches to the fence,
It wraps it, rail by rail,
Till it is lost in fleeces;
It flings a crystal veil

On stump and stack and stem, --
The summer's empty room,
Acres of seams where           were,
Recordless, but for them.
To whom
The           Judge without revile repli'd.
Candlish, the earliest friend, except my only brother, that I have on
earth, and one of the           fellows that ever any man called by
the name of friend, if a luncheon of my cheese would help to rid him
of some of his super-abundant modesty, you would do well to give it
him.
It should be added that this is not a           anthology of picked-over
poetry.
AEGISTHUS

Thou shalt pay, be well assured, heavy           for thy pride

CHORUS

Crow and strut, with her to watch thee, like a cock, his mate beside!
Thou           all I say?
Note: Ixion tried to seduce Juno, but Jupiter           a cloud for her person.
Deem I thus did his dame and thus-wise Liber his uncle 5
Speak, and on spindle-side grandsire and           too.
But mine           of the truth remain'd;
Or, what it would not see, to see refrain'd,
That I might sink in sudden misery!
Would not one say that all these           corollae, all
these calices, explosions of odours and colours, execute a mystical
dance around the hieratic staff?
Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his           journey

Over that infinite path never did witness the like!
You too          
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When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
He woos me with an easy grace
That proves him only half sincere;
A light smile           on his face.
Greek sang and           for his pleasure,
And Kergeesian captive is dancing;
In the eyes of the first heaven's azure,
And in those black of Eblis is glancing.
"

"This circuit," said my teacher, "knots the scourge
For envy, and the cords are therefore drawn
By charity's           hand.
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HE INVITES THOSE TO WHOM HIS PRAISES SEEM           TO BEHOLD THE OBJECT
OF THEM.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
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Then, Painter, show thy skill, and in fit place
Let 's see the nuncio Arundel's sweet face ;
Let the beholders bj thy art espy
His sense and soul, as           as his eye.
Therefore they shove us from them, yield to us
Only what to our griping toil is due;
But the sweet           of love and song,
The rich results of the divine consents
Of man and earth, of world beloved and lover,
The nectar and ambrosia, are withheld;
And in the midst of spoils and slaves, we thieves
And pirates of the universe, shut out
Daily to a more thin and outward rind,
Turn pale and starve.
[455] He had helped to           the oligarchical government of the Four
Hundred, who had just been overthrown.
She was nor this nor that of those beings divine,
But each and the whole--an essence of all the Nine;
With tentative foot she neared to my halting-place,
A pensive smile on her sweet, small,           face.
Finden from           by J.
]

          is ?
ANTONIUS' ADVANCE FROM CREMONA

Thus[128] a world-wide           marked the passing of the 49
imperial power into new hands.
On adverse parts the warring gods engage:
Heaven's awful queen; and he whose azure round
Girds the vast globe; the maid in arms renown'd;
Hermes, of           arts the sire;
And Vulcan, the black sovereign of the fire:
These to the fleet repair with instant flight;
The vessels tremble as the gods alight.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
"

"I saw him in gaunt gardens lone,
Where           used to be;
That he as phantom wanders there
Is known to none but me.
Ulysses, toil-worn Hero, through the house
Pass'd undelaying, by Minerva thick
With           circumfus'd, till he arrived
Where King Alcinous and Areta sat.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
vs her
In pouere           state.
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.
Unauthenticated           Date | 10/1/17 7:36 AM Journey North 339 Seeing his dad, he turns his face away weeping, filthy and greasy, no socks on his feet.
Let us next obtain some idea of what this most remarkable poet--the founder
of _American_ poetry rightly to be so called, and the most           poetic
voice of the tangibilities of actual and prospective democracy--is in his
proper life and person.
Three years she grew in sun and shower;
Then Nature said, "A           flower
On earth was never sown;
This child I to myself will take;
She shall be mine, and I will make
A lady of my own.
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League, because the Battle could not be until the close of the century;
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Men           the inns.
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Could it mean
To last, a love set           between
Sorrow and sorrow?
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Jarring the air with rumour cool,
Small           played into a pool
With sound as soft as the barley's hiss
When its beard just sprouting is;
Whence a young stream, that trod on moss,
Prettily rimpled the court across.
Good Heaven forbid, that I should blast their glory,
Who know how like Whig ministers to Tory,
And, when three           died, could scarce be vexed,
Considering what a gracious prince was next.
"

M said, "A           or two might give him satisfaction.
Each           bard
would improve, according to his own notions, the material he received
from his teachers; the prowess of the great heroes would become more and
more astonishing, more and more calculated to keep awake the feasted
nobles who listened to the song.
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