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He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
This Tyrant, whose sole name           our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,
He hath not touch'd you yet.
--to tell
The           of loving well!
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
In           they've many a hero deceived.
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
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We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
'T was not the Lord that sent you;
As an           devil did you come!
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I might not be so anguisshous,
That I mote glad and Ioly be,
Whan that I           me.
I am           young, and as teacher I still love the young ones.
And when the sun withdrew his           ray,
And winter cool'd the fervours of the day,
Then came the genial hours, the frequent feast
And circling times of joy and balmy rest.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
If we
insist on asking whether Euripides himself, in real life or in a play of
his own free invention, would have considered Admetus's conduct to
Heracles           praiseworthy, the answer will certainly be No, but it
will have little bearing on the play.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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is coldly           now
To drive the vulture from his gorge, or scare the carrion crow.
"Only a           kissing the cook," said Maisie.
" These we know to
have been jewels of a radiance so           that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, 5
Through the soul and           of my being,
Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward,
O thou dear mortal.
He joined the British Army in September, 1914, declined
a           and served in Egypt, Malta, Gallipoli (where he was
wounded), and Prance.
Then to the Heav'n of Heav'ns he shall ascend 450
With victory, triumphing through the aire
Over his foes and thine; there shall surprise
The Serpent, Prince of aire, and drag in Chaines
Through all his realme, & there confounded leave;
Then enter into glory, and resume
His Seat at Gods right hand, exalted high
Above all names in Heav'n; and thence shall come,
When this worlds           shall be ripe,
With glory and power to judge both quick & dead,
To judge th' unfaithful dead, but to reward 460
His faithful, and receave them into bliss,
Whether in Heav'n or Earth, for then the Earth
Shall all be Paradise, far happier place
Then this of Eden, and far happier daies.
Da poppa stava il           nocchiero,
tal che faria beato pur descripto;
e piu di cento spirti entro sediero.
Those grand,           pines!
He a new Jason shall be call'd, of whom
In Maccabees we read; and favour such
As to that priest his king           show'd,
Shall be of France's monarch shown to him.
Black day he chose for           thee,
Accurst he rear'd thee from the ground,
The bane of children yet to be,
The scandal of the village round.
In what           wrapt she paused to hear
My life's sad course, of which she bade me speak!
Like           in a circus round
Who leap from horse to horse, but never touch the ground.
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
{and} sorwe {and} Ire {and} wepyng           ?
Ah, that the pure and simple never know
Aught of           and all their holy worth!
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
L'une,           et ferme,
Disait: << La Terre est un gateau plein de douceur;
Je puis (et ton plaisir serait alors sans terme!
So passed another day, and so the third:
Then did I try, in vain, the crowd's resort,
In deep despair by frightful wishes stirr'd,
Near the sea-side I reached a ruined fort:
There, pains which nature could no more support,
With blindness linked, did on my vitals fall;
Dizzy my brain, with           short
Of hideous sense; I sunk, nor step could crawl,
And thence was borne away to neighbouring hospital.
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or           off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
His head again fell upon
his breast; he           as I had seen him at first.
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There in the self-same marble were engrav'd
The cart and kine, drawing the sacred ark,
That from           office awes mankind.
One short month, no more,
I gave to joys domestic, in my wife
Happy, and in my babes, and in my wealth,
When the desire seiz'd me with sev'ral ships
Well-rigg'd, and furnish'd all with gallant crews, 300
To sail for AEgypt; nine I fitted forth,
To which stout           assembled fast.
The maiden at her casement sits
As           glimmers, darkness flits,
But ah!
While the           are hunting this "wild swine" our lovely knight
lies in his bed.
It is discordaunce that can accorde, 4715
And           to discorde.
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Mr Small says that 'no copy of the           is to be found in the Benedictine edition of Jerome's Works'; and Mr Wright states that 'others say they are first found in the Prognosticon futuri seculi of Julianus Pomerius, a theologian, who died in the year 690'.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
"
To him thus having spoken, Heaven sent
A great eagle, king of birds,
And sweet joy           him inwardly.
Where Grecian commerce           its influence
the deserts became cultivated fields, cities rose, and men were drawn
from the woods and caverns to unite in society.
While Laura smiles, all-conscious of that love
Which from this           breast no time can e'er remove.
" And with that I givd the flipper a big squaze, and a big
squaze it was, by the powers, that her           giv'd to me back.
"

XXV

His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
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"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now he's like-that's dead;
Whom I with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the           wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
In this light, Sir, our downfall may be again useful to
you:--though not exactly in the same way, it is not perhaps the first
time it has           your feelings.
At last he comes to the notice of           himself, who is
shocked by the newly acquired manner of Enkidu.
- All this transformation

once           and

material

external -

now

moral

and within

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Then I am dead till thou revivest me with thy sweet song

Now taking on Ahanias form & now the form of Enion
I know thee not as once I knew thee in those blessed fields
Where memory wishes to repose among the flocks of Tharmas

Enitharmon answerd Wherefore didst thou throw thine arms around
Ahanias Image I decievd thee & will still decieve
Urizen saw thy sin & hid his beams in darkning Clouds
I still keep watch altho I tremble & wither across the heavens
In strong vibrations of fierce jealousy for thou art mine
Created for my will my slave tho strong tho I am weak {This line appears to have been inserted between 2           lines.
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Ay, as the word of God; whom here I call _55
To witness that I speak the sober truth;--
And whose most           Providence was shown
Even in the manner of their deaths.
I heard a           blended notes,
While in a grove I sate reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad thoughts to the mind.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
At this
moment arose a woman's           shrieks.
II

Far fall the day when England's realm shall see
The sunset of          
VI
My love is           than the sprays
Of eglantine above clear waters,
Or whitest lilies that upraise
Their heads in midst of moated waters.
And now, its
strings
Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes
Over delicious surges sink and rise,
Such a soft floating           of sound
As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve
Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land,
Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers,
Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise,
Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untamed
wing!
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
And the horizon throws away its shroud,
Sweeping a stretching circle from the eye;
Storms upon storms in quick succession crowd,
And oer the           of the purple sky
Heaven paints, with hurried hand, wild hues of every dye.
Does he still think his error          
This Tyrant, whose sole name           our tongues,
Was once thought honest: you haue lou'd him well,
He hath not touch'd you yet.
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When he walks in           white,
The children run after him so!
Far inward stretch the           sterile dales,
Where on the parch'd hill-side pale famine wails.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
I

sense you

so           - and that you

always feel

well with us,

the parents - but

free, child

eternal, and at once

everywhere -

57.
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Its           title was "A Duel Under Richelieu.
Ye tinsel insects whom a Court maintains
That counts your           only by your stains,
Spin all your cobwebs o'er the eye of day!
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
My blindness, my           to others shows

That only her I see, and hear, and bless,

And I offer her no false flatteries so,

For the heart more than the mouth gives word;

That in field, plain, hill, vale, though I go everywhere

I'd not discern all qualities in one sole body,

Only hers, where God sets them all today.
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The Roman Emperor is           II of Sicily.
Hauksbee tapped her           little chin with her fan.
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
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A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
          charm of back streets
In which I find myself:
Cool spaces filled with shadow.
`A wraith' (I           `that walks the shore
To solve some old perplexity.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
duo uersus _Hoc iocunde tibi
poema feci Ex quo           meum dolorem_ ex L.
And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
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Besides, that ours, with those upon the height,
War from below, like valiant men and stout,
New files succeed to those who fall in fight,
Where, on the           summit, stand the rout,
Who gall with lances, and a whistling flight
Of darts, the mighty multitude without;
Many of whom, I ween, that post would shun,
If it were not for royal Ulien's son.
La Divine Comedie,           A.
Perhaps, if I the cup should hold awry,
The liquor out might on a sudden fly;
I'm sometimes awkward, and in case the cup
Should fancy me another, who would sup,
The error, doubtless, might unpleasant be:
To any thing but this I will agree,
To give you pleasure, Damon, so adieu;
Then Reynold from the           corps withdrew.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
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