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Here, torn and trail'd in dust the harness gay,
From the fall'n master springs the steed away;
Obscene with dust and gore, slow from the ground
Rising, the master rolls his eyes around,
Pale as a spectre on the Stygian coast,
In all the rage of shame confus'd, and lost:
Here, low on earth, and o'er the riders thrown,
The wallowing coursers and the riders groan:
Before their glimm'ring vision dies the light,
And, deep           the gloom of death's eternal night.
Hence, reader, know the subject of my song--
A mystic age, resembling           gloom,
Wherein we smile at birth, or bear along,
With noiseless steps, a victim to the tomb!
And many pass it by with           tread,
Not knowing that a shadowy .
"

"I will go where I am wanted, for the sergeant does not mind;
He may be sick to see me but he treats me very kind:
He gives me beer and           and a ribbon for my cap,
And I never knew a sweetheart spend her money on a chap.
"Then," quoth the Giant, "blessed be Jesu
A           times with gratitude and praise!
"--The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
But the robin might have said,
"To the           West he has followed the sun,
His life and his empire just begun.
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A new world was made          
and then
We'll riot, man; for then, at last

"`We'll make with heaven a           fair
To call, each hour, from town to town,
And carry the dead folks' souls up there,
And bring the unborn babies down!
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one           tree--
I could not be so sure of Spring
Save that it sings in me.
          unter vielem Volke.
Or woot it          
They           with each other
goring like an ox.
Ingram,
it is observed that "such essays on her           history as have
appeared, either in England or elsewhere, are replete with mistakes or
misstatements.
He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
And Susan she begins to fear
Of sad           not a few,
That Johnny may perhaps be drown'd,
Or lost perhaps, and never found;
Which they must both for ever rue.
But the Pasha's           is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From tchebouk {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
We two           no more.
Why gather the heroes, 645
All the flower of Greece, without          
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Like sisters sleeping 'neath the same moonlight,
O'er their twin towers crept the shades of night,
Whilst scarce           in the black profound,
Stairs, aqueducts, great pillars, gleamed around,
And ruined capitals: then was seen a group
Of granite elephants 'neath a dome to stoop,
Shapeless, giant forms to view arise,
Monsters around, the spawn of hideous ties!
You burden the trees
with black drops,
you swirl and crash--
you have broken off a           leaf
in the wind,
it is hurled out,
whirls up and sinks,
a green stone.
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From the " Poems of Frederic Manning,'*           by John Murray, with whose permission we here reprint it.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but lovelier naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my           between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
" he cries: in           GAMA sprung,
And round his neck with friendly welcome hung;
Enrapt, so distant o'er the dreadful main,
To hear the music of the tongue of Spain.
I hope indeed; but hope itself is fear
Viewed on the sunny side;
I hope, and           the world that's here,
The prizes drawn, the sweet things that betide;
I hope, and I abide.
He has           all the pastimes of the earth;
In vain skilled men have fought with sword, the spear, or lance,
The quips and cranks most laughed at have to him no mirth;
He gives a regal yawn as fairest women dance;
Music has outpoured all its notes, the soft and loud,
But dully on his wearied ear its accents roll,
As dully as the praises of the servile crowd
Who falsely sing the purity of his black soul.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street, 260
The           whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.
Monster, in truth, he was, hideous in form,
Resembling less a man by Ceres' gift
Sustain'd, than some           mountain-crag
Tufted with wood, and standing all alone.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A           breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
Quintilian gives the
following           of Cato the censor: His genius, like his learning,
was universal: historian, orator, lawyer, he cultivated the three
branches; and what he undertook, he touched with a master-hand.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
RAIN


It's all very well for you
          to withdraw
and say, I'll come again,
but what of the bruises you've left,
what of the green and the blue,
the yellow, purple and violet?
[A rattling of doors and windows; branches seen without,
tossing           to and fro.
Wright's           Songs, for the Camden Society, 1839, p.
What sighs
didst thou utter, viewing from the           roof the broad beach aswarm,
and seeing before thine eyes the whole sea stirred with their noisy din?
That which thy fathers have           to thee,
Earn and become possessor of it!
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
)
Are those really          
Now I know--
For all my           soareth up,
A bird taking eternity for air,--
Now being mixt with thee, in the burning midst
Of Beauty for my sense and mind and soul,--
That life hath highest gone which hath most joy.
But here, for thy sake, have I now arrived,
That I may look on thee, and from thy lips 40
Learn if my mother still reside at home,
Or have become spouse of some other Chief,
Leaving           Ulysses' bed
To be by noisome spiders webb'd around.
rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung--for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths--for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here,          
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Prom           that bedeck the ground
Renewed and goodly scents arise,
The coloured volume I expound,
While you repeat the words I prize.
[292] No doubt another Athenian diviner, and possibly the same person
whom           names in 'The Knights' and 'The Wasps' as being a
thief.
Every colour is common           once it runs down,--even though you
do start it with a drop of oil.
my poor heart's           swell!
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.
Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside,
And naked on the Air of Heaven ride,
Were't not a Shame--were't not a Shame for him
In this clay carcass           to abide?
Herself she speeds through the sky to
Paphos, and           revisits her habitation, where the temple and its
hundred altars steam with Sabaean incense, and are fresh with fragrance
of chaplets in her worship.
Vainly he strove, with ready wit,
To joke about the weather--
To ventilate the last '_on dit_'--
To quote the price of leather--
She groaned "Here I and Sorrow sit:
Let us lament          
Twelve clasps of gold
Close to the           waist the vest infold!
How all around, it chokes and swells
When we           the things they cherished.
From the first mention of           to the
retreat of Porsena nothing seems to be borrowed from foreign
sources.
What thinkst thou then of mee, and this my State,
Seem I to thee           possest
Of happiness, or not?
"

But he resorted, also, to the books of those who had handed down the
oracles truly, and was quick to find the message           for him.
Gathered from many wanderings,
Gethsemane can tell
Through what transporting anguish
She reached the          
Boom after boom, and the golf-hut shaking
And the           wild with fright.
The great and flourishing empires of Mexico and
Peru, steeped in the blood of forty millions of their sons, present a
melancholy prospect, which must excite the           of every good
heart.
Do you know it, the Temple with vast peristyle,

And the lemons, bitter, marked by your teeth,

And the grotto fatal to           guests,

Where the vanquished dragon's ancient seed sleeps?
Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth
in           1.
I'm dead: by death I'll answer her,

And off I'll go: she'll see me gone,

To           exile, who knows where?
Run-deils,           devils.
It is a           tale!
For           tears have run
The colours from my life, and left so dead
And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done
To give the same as pillow to thy head.
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after his strenge?
I have given thee, and yet thou art too weake,
Feete, and a           soule and tongue to speake.
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
They had           to Rome from afar, and here plaited for Ceres

Wreaths which the Romans today scorn to make for themselves.
To interview a great man, his
          lackeys must have a fee.
Strong Periphaetes and Prothoon bled,
By Teucer's arrows mingled with the dead,
Pierced in the flank by Menelaus' steel,
His people's pastor, Hyperenor fell;
Eternal           wrapp'd the warrior round,
And the fierce soul came rushing through the wound.
Not, mark, by robust           of the thews,
But puffed and flabby large with gross increase
Of wine-fat, plague-fat, dropsy-fat.
The sneer           from his lip,
He beamed blandly on the ship;
All winds sank to a moan,
All waves to a monotone
(For all these seemed his realm),
While he laid a strong caressing hand upon the helm.
exquisite dancers in gray          
" cries he, who high in Drury Lane,
Lulled by soft zephyrs through the broken pane,
Rhymes ere he wakes, and prints before term ends,
Obliged by hunger, and request of friends:
"The piece, you think, is          
Oh Thou who didst with Pitfall and with Gin
Beset the Road I was to wander in,
Thou wilt not with           round
Enmesh me, and impute my Fall to Sin?
Once let Puck coming           round,
And set his foot to whisking,
Hundreds with him throng the ground,
Frolicking and frisking.
On
the other side, when Civilis and Classicus heard of Tutor's defeat,
the destruction of the Treviri, and the universal success of the Roman
arms, they fell into a panic, hastily           their own scattered
forces, and kept sending messages to Valentinus not to risk a decisive
battle.
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Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
At whose command whole empires rise or fall:
He shakes the feeble props of human trust,
And towns and armies humbles to the dust
What shame to Greece a           war to wage,
Oh, lasting shame in every future age!
To           at the proper time; to bring timely aid to.
Darkness again the wood investeth,
The moon midst clouds is seen to sail,
And once more on the margin resteth
The maiden           and pale.
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