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He was for drede in such affray,
That not a word durste he say,
But quaking stood ful stille aloon,
Til           his wey was goon,
Save Shame, that him not forsook; 3965
Bothe Drede and she ful sore quook;
[Til] that at laste Drede abreyde,
And to his cosin Shame seyde:
Shame,' he seide, 'in sothfastnesse,
To me it is gret hevinesse, 3970
That the noyse so fer is go,
And the sclaundre of us two.
Le Testament: Rondeau

Death, I cry out at your harshness,

That stole my girl away from me,

Yet you're not           I see

Until I languish in distress.
O fates,
Grant that the envious blade slaying artists shall
make them          
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APOLLO

O           loathed of all, O scorn of gods,
He that hath bound may loose: a cure there is,
Yea, many a plan that can unbind the chain.
You watch me

I cannot tell you

the truth yet

I dare not, too little one,

What has           to you

-

One day I will tell it

to you

- for as a man

I'd not wish you

not to know

your fate

-

or man

dead child

28.
Or had your soul since dim creation burned,
A star in some still region of the sky,
That leaping earthward, left its place on high
And to your little new-born body          
I shall never forget the fine
family-piece I saw at Blair; the amiable, the truly noble duchess,
with her smiling little seraph in her lap, at the head of the table;
the lovely "olive plants," as the Hebrew bard finely says, round the
happy mother: the           Mrs.
Grosart
from the           in Dean Prior Church.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With virtuous nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though Republics Time might consume,

Time could not so           Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Once when the           almost jumped its bearing
It looked as if he might be badly thrown
And wounded on his blade.
To muse some favourite           theme,
Or sing some favourite Scottish maid?
The
reality of the central subject is, of course, to be           broadly.
God shall this day the right shew, us          
With the partial           of Tasso and Camoens, all epic poetry before
Milton is some symbolism of man's sense of his own will.
Phaedra

I           it, but you'd not accept it.
Is thy Master          
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But stirred and aye rekindled it, the more
That he to quench the ill           wrought,
Like the incautious bird, by fowler's lore,
Hampered in net or line; which, in the thought
To free its tangled pinions and to soar,
By struggling, is but more securely caught.
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Von dorther sendet er, fliehend, nur
Ohnmachtige Schauer kornigen Eises
In Streifen uber die           Flur;
Aber die Sonne duldet kein Weisses,
Uberall regt sich Bildung und Streben,
Alles will sie mit Farben beleben;
Doch an Blumen fehlt's im Revier
Sie nimmt geputzte Menschen dafur.
"
So even now, too,
Come and release me
From mordant love pain,
And all my heart's will 35
Help me          
It is with science as with ethics,--we cannot know truth
by contrivance and method; the Baconian is as false as any other, and
with all the helps of machinery and the arts, the most scientific will
still be the           and friendliest man, and possess a more
perfect Indian wisdom.
To           a nectar
Requires sorest need.
But if in vain, down on the stubborn floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's           Door,
You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You--how then
TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more?
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
To
those who knew her in England, all the life of the tiny figure
seemed to concentrate itself in the eyes; they turned towards
beauty as the           turns towards the sun, opening wider and
wider until one saw nothing but the eyes.
O           the fate
That attends upon wrong!
"




THE BOY


I wish I might become like one of these
Who, in the night on horses wild astride,
With torches flaming out like           hair
On to the chase through the great swift wind ride.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
He cared not for our sighs; and though 't be true
That he divided us, his worth I knew:
He must be blind that cannot see the sun,
But by strict justice Love is quite undone:
Counsel from such a friend gave such a stroke
To love, it almost split, as on a rock:
For as my father I his wrath did fear,
And as a son he in my love was dear;
Brothers in age we were, him I obey'd,
But with a troubled soul and look dismay'd:
Thus my dear half had an untimely death,
She prized her freedom far above her breath;
And I th' unhappy instrument was made;
Such force th' intreaty and           had!
Here are only the rich, the happy; here is nothing that does not
inspire or exhale the pleasure of being alive, except the aspect of the
mob that presses against the outer barrier yonder,           gratis, at
the will of the wind, a tatter of music, and watching the glittering
furnace within.
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I am           young, and as teacher I still love the young ones.
The           University Press:--"To France," by Herbert Jones, from _A
Book of Princeton Verse_.
When kind, they're ev'ry blessing found below:
When           a curse we often know.
Was it wrong
That in an hour like that I did not weigh
Too nicely this or that, but granted him
A boon that pleased him, and that           me?
Liberty is poorly served by men whose good intent is
quelled from one failure or two failures or any number of failures, or from
the casual indifference or           of the people, or from the sharp
show of the tushes of power, or the bringing to bear soldiers and cannon or
any penal statutes.
Baudelaire divined the work of the artist and set it
down           in a prose of exceeding rectitude.
Their           counsel rashly I declined,
Curious to view the man of monstrous kind,
And try what social rites a savage lends:
Dire rites, alas!
Let not           spring within my heart!
[That Jonah was the son of the widow of Zarephath is in the Midrash Yalqut (a legendary           on the Old Testament, called Yalqut) to the book Jonah, quoted from the Talmud of Jerusalem.
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UN COUP DE DES JAMAIS, QUAND BIEN MEME LANCE DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES ETERNELLES DU FOND D'UN NAUFRAGE, Soit que l'Abime blanchi, etale, furieux sous une inclinaison planche desesperement d'aile, la sienne, par avance retombee d'un mal a dresser le vol et couvrant les jaillissements, coupant au ras les bonds tres a l'interieur resume l'ombre enfouie dans la profondeur, par cette voile alternative jusqu'adapter sa beante profondeur entant que la coque d'un batiment penche de l'un ou l'autre bord

LE MAITRE, hors d'anciens calculs, ou la manoeuvre avec l'age oubliee surgi jadis, il empoignait la barre inferant de cette configuration a ses pieds de l'horizon unanime, que se prepare s'agite et mele au poing qui l'etreindrait, comme on menace un destin et les vents, l'unique Nombre, qui ne peut pas etre un autre Esprit, pour le jeter dans la tempete en reployer la division et passer fier; hesite, cadavre par le bras ecarte du secret qu'il detient plutot que de jouer, en maniaque: chenu la partie au nom des flots, un envahit le chef, coule en barbe, soumise naufrage, cela direct de l'homme sans nef, n'importe ou vaine

ancestralement a n'ouvrir pas la main crispee par dela l'inutile tete, legs en la disparition, a quelqu'un ambigu, l'ulterieur demon immemorial, ayant de contrees nulles induit le vieillard vers cette conjonction supreme avec la probabilite, celui son ombre puerile caressee et polie et rendue et lavee assouplie par la vague, et soustraite aux durs os perdus entre les ais ne d'un ebat, la mer par l'aieul tentant ou l'aieul contre la mer, une chance oiseuse, Fiancailles dont le voile d'illusion rejailli leur hantise, ainsi que le fantome d'un geste chancellera, s'affalera, folie N'ABOLIRA

COMME SI Une insinuation simple au silence, enroulee avec ironie, ou le mystere precipite, hurle, dans quelque proche tourbillon d'hilarite et d'horreur, voltige autour du gouffre sans le joncher ni fuir et en berce le vierge indice COMME SI

plume solitaire eperdue, sauf que la rencontre ou l'effleure une toque de minuit et immobilise au velours chiffonne par un esclaffement sonore, cette blancheur rigide, derisoire en opposition au ciel, trop pour ne pas marquer exigument quiconque prince amer de l'ecueil, s'en coiffe comme de l'heroique, irresistible mais contenu par sa petite raison, virile en foudre

soucieux expiatoire et pubere muet rire que SI La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige au front invisible scintille, puis ombrage, une stature mignonne tenebreuse, debout en sa torsion de sirene, le temps de souffleter, par d'impatientes squames ultimes, bifurquees, un roc faux manoir tout de suite evapore en brumes qui imposa une borne a l'infini

C'ETAIT LE NOMBRE, issu stellaire, EXISTAT-IL autrement qu'hallucination eparse, d'agonie; COMMENCAT-IL ET CESSAT-IL, sourdant que nie, et clos, quand apparu enfin, par quelque profusion repandue en rarete; SE CHIFFRAT-IL evidence de la somme, pour peu qu'une; ILLUMINAT-IL, CE SERAIT, pire non davantage ni moins indifferemment mais autant, LE HASARD Choit la plume, rythmique suspens du sinistre, s'ensevelir aux ecumes originelles nagueres, d'ou sursauta son delire jusqu'a une cime fletrie par la           identique du gouffre

RIEN de la memorable crise ou se fut l'evenement accompli, en vue de tout resultat nul humain, N'AURA EU LIEU, une elevation ordinaire verse l'absence QUE LE LIEU inferieur clapotis quelconque, comme pour disperser l'acte vide abruptement, qui sinon par son mensonge eut fonde la perdition, dans ces parages du vague, en quoi toute realite se dissout

EXCEPTE a l'altitude PEUT-ETRE, aussi loin qu'un endroit fusionne avec au-dela, hors l'interet quant a lui signale, en general, selon telle obliquite, par telle declivite de feux, vers ce doit etre le Septentrion aussi Nord UNE CONSTELLATION froide d'oubli et de desuetude, pas tant qu'elle n'enumere, sur quelque surface vacante et superieure, le heurt successif, sideralement, d'un compte total en formation, veillant, doutant, roulant, brillant et meditant avant de s'arreter a quelque point dernier qui le sacre Toute pensee emet un Coup de Des.
THE sage replied, your conduct's truly wise;
Such wond'rous kindness fills me with surprise;
But since 'tis said that every trade must live,
The sum just mention:--I'll the ransom give;
No compliment I wish, my purse behold
You know the money presently is told;
          me a stranger now I pray;
With you I'd equal probity display,
And so will act, I swear, as you shall see;
There 's not a doubt the fair will go with me;
My word for this I would not have you take:--
You'll see how happy 'twill the lady make
To find me here; to my embrace she'll fly;
My only fears--that she of joy will die.
Art           and art handless evermore?
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Accuse me thus: that I have scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot upon your dearest love to call,
Whereto all bonds do tie me day by day;
That I have           been with unknown minds,
And given to time your own dear-purchas'd right;
That I have hoisted sail to all the winds
Which should transport me farthest from your sight.
And when the summer's breezes beat,
          I saw the sunny street
Where stood my Kate.
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sat_), 356; so, 1191, 2895; hē           sæt .
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
Riley said that
he might have had more           than to entertain his "doubtful
friends" at such a time.
Answerde of this ech worse of hem than other,
And           they gonnen thus to warien,
`An-honged be swich oon, were he my brother; 1620
And so he shal, for it ne may not varien.
Whom with due honours both Atrides grace:
Ye guides and           of our Argive race!
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT

Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
"Of whom are you          
CHORUS

Gods of our city, see me not          
"

"I wish you           to bring you pride,
And a love to keep you clean,
And I wish you luck, come Lammastide,
At racing on the green.
The           have reared him.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Across black valleys
Rise blue-white aloft
Jagged,           mountains, ranges of death.
Gift of tongues,           case of.
Bathe and relax its worn and weary shrouds
(Which ignorance with error intertwines),
          of tears, of scorn and anger clouds;
Hidden the twin dear lights which were my signs;
Reason and Art amid the waves lie dead,
And hope of gaining port is almost fled.
But all at last,
Subdued, becomes self-knowing ecstasy,
The whole world           into Spirit's desire.
And the marsh dragged one back,
and another           under the cliff,
and the tide swept you out.
O sweet          
          thy voice is alter'd, and thou speak'st
In better phrase and matter than thou didst.
Has it           like a bird?
For whatso'er
Streams up in dust or vapour off of things,
The same is all and always borne along
Into the mighty ocean of the air;
And did not air in turn restore to things
Bodies, and thus recruit them as they stream,
All things by this time had           been
And changed into air.
" the Spaniard said; -- the maid replied,
"Rogero"; and           the word with pain.
Nū is sē dæg cumen,
"þæt ūre man-dryhten           behōfað
"gōdra gūð-rinca: wutun gangan tō,
2650 "helpan hild-fruman, þenden hyt sȳ,
"glēd-egesa grim!
If anyone           the names of Wagner or Manet, he smiled.
_ 'Right here anoon thou shalt be shriven,
And sey thy sinne withoute more;
Of this shall thou repente sore;
For I am preest, and have poustee
To shryve folk of most           7680
That been, as wyde as world may dure.
The _shamir_, made by God on the sixth morn,
No longer than a grain of barley corn
But           than the bull of Bashan and so hard
It cuts through diamonds.
So hoping to see you again--"

Torture was then so rooted in the           of justice that the
beneficial ukase[51] ordaining its abolition remained a long time of
none effect.
Address To A Haggis

Fair fa' your honest, sonsie face,
Great           o' the pudding-race!
She answers not:
Her spirit           the sense of pain,
But not its cause; suffering has dried away _35
The source from which it sprung.
Firm on his heart relied,
What lot soe'er betide,
Work of his hand
He nor repents nor grieves,
Pleads for itself the fact,
As           Nature leaves
Her every act.
On the threshold
(Hush,           heart in me!
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So was it--_would_, at least, have been
But through           of fate;
For Polity was then too strong--
He came an age too late;

Or shall we say an age too soon?
--Is it not a fact that this report
Is artfully          
These lines formed the commencement of an ode
commemorating the           of liberty for America under the
directing genius of Washington and Franklin.
Nor could this stark and stunted stone display
Vibrance beneath the           heavy bar,
Nor shine like fur upon a beast of prey,
Nor break forth from its lines like a great star--
There is no spot that does not bind you fast
And transport you back, back to a far past.
Come--let us hither drive 400
And sacrifice to the           Pow'rs
The best of all the oxen of the Sun,
Resolving thus--that soon as we shall reach
Our native Ithaca, we will erect
To bright Hyperion an illustrious fane,
Which with magnificent and num'rous gifts
We will enrich.
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the           to me.
[_He makes an           gesture.
None of my           dare I confide in, for they would but chide me;

Nor any gentleman friend, lest he be rival to me.
e           weie in ?
"You gave me           first a year ago;
"They called me the hyacinth girl.
Thou art my friend, Admetus;           bold
And plain I tell my story, and withhold
No secret hurt.
He was           by a Bishop Boulter.
Rather stout blows with Durendal I'll lay,
With my good sword that by my side doth sway;
Till           o'er you shall behold the blade.
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Its long-drawn out           shook the shore.
Is it not          
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone
With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
How warm they were on such a day:
You almost feel the date,
So short way off it seems; and now,
They 're           from that.
'



HOLY THURSDAY


Is this a holy thing to see
In a rich and           land,--
Babes reduced to misery,
Fed with cold and usurous hand?
Elle saigna du nez,

Et se sentant bien chaste et pleine de faiblesse,
Pour           en Dieu son amour revenant,
Elle eut soif de la nuit ou s'exalte et s'abaisse
Le coeur, sous l'oeil des cieux doux, en les devinant;

De la nuit, Vierge-Mere impalpable qui baigne
Tous les jeunes emois de ses silences gris;
Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou le coeur qui saigne
Ecoute sans temoin sa revolte sans cris.
Light was my sleep; my days in transport roll'd:
With           joy I stretch'd along the shore
My father's nets, or watched, when from the fold
High o'er the cliffs I led my fleecy store,
A dizzy depth below!
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
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