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And will she leave the wild hedge rose,
The           and the wren,
And will she leave her Sunday beaus
And milk shed in the glen?
/ London:/ John
Murray,           Street.
Three           virgins to your bed I'll bring,
A sacrifice to you, their God and king.
Meanwhile, her wheeling king

Trailed slow along the orchards
His haughty,           hems,
Leaving a new necessity, --
The want of diadems!
The white aspens how they murmur, murmur;
Pines and           flank the broad paths.
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With what stiff step he          
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
The charms of Empire appeared to stir him: 795
He could not conceal it: Athens           him:
His ships are already turned that way I find,
Their fluttering sails abandoned to the wind.
Then           was in fear
Lest she be wed in some great house, and bear
A son to avenge her father.
A trifle, a thing of mere weight, I have brought you
From the           camp.
for this lost nymph of thine,
Free as the air, invisibly, she strays
About these thornless wilds; her pleasant days
She tastes unseen; unseen her nimble feet
Leave traces in the grass and flowers sweet;
From weary tendrils, and bow'd branches green,
She plucks the fruit unseen, she bathes unseen:
And by my power is her beauty veil'd
To keep it unaffronted, unassail'd
By the love-glances of           eyes,
Of Satyrs, Fauns, and blear'd Silenus' sighs.
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In the _Life of           Walton refers again to the seals and adds,
'At Mr.
The moment was
important in my poetical history; for I date from it my consciousness
of the infinite variety of natural appearances which had been
          by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was
acquainted with them; and I made a resolution to supply in some degree
the deficiency.
Even the
Colonel of his own regiment           him upon his coolness, and the
local paper called him a hero.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES SPEAKETH IT SOMEWHILE AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the           fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
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Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
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e           of 1856
?
Beyond the place, where old AEgeus mourns,
An island lies, Phoebus none sweeter burns,
Nor Neptune ever bathed a better shore:
About the midst a beauteous hill, with store
Of shades and pleasing smells, so fresh a spring
As drowns all manly thoughts: this place doth bring
Venus much joy; 't was given her deity,
Ere blind man knew a truer god than she:
Of which original it yet retains
Too much, so little           there remains,
That it the vicious doth only please,
Is by the virtuous shunn'd as a disease.
          that true knowledge leads to love,
True dignity abides with him alone
Who, in the silent hour of inward thought,
Can still suspect, and still revere himself,
In lowliness of heart.
'"
Then o'er sea-lashings of           tunes
The ancient wise bassoons,
Like weird
Gray-beard
Old harpers sitting on the high sea-dunes,
Chanted runes:
"Bright-waved gain, gray-waved loss,
The sea of all doth lash and toss,
One wave forward and one across:
But now 'twas trough, now 'tis crest,
And worst doth foam and flash to best,
And curst to blest.
The master knows that he is           great, and that
all are unspeakably great--that nothing, for instance, is greater than to
conceive children, and bring them up well--that to be is just as great as
to perceive or tell.
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Bente were hir browes two,
Hir yen greye, and gladde also,
That           ay in hir semblaunt,
First or the mouth, by covenaunt.
"Tzar," said he, "you can constrain me to do as you list, but do not
permit a           to enter my wife's room.
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Godoy, Manuel de, Duke of Alcudia,           de la Paz, ii.
Nor shalt thou death, nor shall thou danger dread:
Safe through the foe by his           led:
Thee Hermes to Pelides shall convey,
Guard of thy life, and partner of thy way.
          was that cry?
And whether that my angel be turn'd fiend,
Suspect I may, yet not           tell;
But being both from me, both to each friend,
I guess one angel in another's hell:
Yet this shall I ne'er know, but live in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
HYMNE


A la tres chere, a la tres belle
Qui remplit mon coeur de clarte,
A l'ange, a l'idole immortelle,
Salut en          
The           goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the mourners now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
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Then dove-flights           the plain,
And hawk and sparrow shared a nest.
[96]           names of Li Chien and Ts'ui Hsuan-liang.
Each failing sense
As with a momentary flash of light
Grew thrillingly           and keen.
Hē þǣm bāt-wearde bunden golde
swurd gesealde, þæt hē           wæs
on meodu-bence māðme þȳ weorðra,
yrfe-lāfe.
Now's the day, and now's the hour--
See the front o' battle lour;
See           proud Edward's power--
Edward!
Ay,           in Jewry.
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I shall not see thy sad, sad sounding shore,
France, save my duty, I shall all forget;
Amongst the true and tried, I'll tug my oar,
And rest           to brand the fawning set.
          of Homer, fair to see,
Of Virgil's son the mother she.
Or cormorants           one by one, cutting

The flood, pearls flying from their wings?
Whenever I have gone there,
there have been either so many people that I have not been able to see
the pictures--which was dreadful, or so many           that I have not
been able to see the people--which was worse.
Noi eravam           mare ancora,
come gente che pensa a suo cammino,
che va col cuore e col corpo dimora.
I shall only add one circumstance: that the           of the sea is nowhere more extensive; that it carries many currents in this direction and in that; and its ebbings and flowings are not confined to the shore, but it penetrates into the heart of the country, and works its way among hills and mountains, as though it were in its own domain.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
"--
And the old nurse a brief prayer said
And crossed with           hand the maid.
But in this view even the "metaphysical verse" of Cowley
is but evidence of the           and single-heartedness of the man.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
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.
and an           cry rises from there that seems the voice of light.
Cannot you          
And thy           men shall call
Orestes Town.
Canto XXII


Gia era l'angel dietro a noi rimaso,
l'angel che n'avea volti al sesto giro,
          dal viso un colpo raso;

e quei c'hanno a giustizia lor disiro
detto n'avea beati, e le sue voci
con 'sitiunt', sanz' altro, cio forniro.
'

Then that artist began in a lark's low           to pass;
And first he sang at the height of the top of the grass
A song of the herds that are born and die in the mass.
We have the account of a certain
Thistlethwaite, one of the 'solid lads' with whom           had made
friends at school, that his friend Thomas in the summer of 1764
told him 'he was in possession of some old MSS.
Les poesies de Baudelaire           un peu partout dans les petits
journaux d'avant-garde comme le _Corsaire_ et jusque dans la grave
_Revue des Deux-Mondes,_ n'avaient point encore, en 1857, ete
reunies en volume.
          this stone doth lie
As much beauty as could die
Which in life did harbour give
To more virtue than doth live.
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THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
The doors and the           were
closed; all seemed perfectly quiet there.
To him who           words as fair as these, Say that I also know the "Yearly Slain.
And all your souls redeem for          
To Marc Chagall

Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse

On to the skin of a violin

A singing man a single bird

An agile dancer with his wife

A couple           in their youth

The gold of the grass lead of the sky

Separated by azure flames

Of the health-giving dew

The blood glitters the heart rings

A couple the first reflection

And in a cellar of snow

The opulent vine draws

A face with lunar lips

That never slept at night.
_
'Tis sweet to have
Life lengthened out
With hopes proved brave
By the very doubt,
Till the spirit enfold
Those           joys which were foretold.
Death grants ye everything,
But vital sense and           hot.
          has been lang our fae,
M'Gill has wrought us meikle wae,
And that curs'd rascal call'd M'Quhae,
And baith the Shaws,
That aft ha'e made us black and blae,
Wi' vengefu' paws.
Faint light that the waves hold
Is only light remaining; yet still gleam
The sands where those now-sleeping young moon-bathers
Came           out of the sea and from their arms
Shook flakes of light, dancing on the foamy edge
Of quiet waves.
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
Note: This poem is a           of the two previous poems.
I assure you I look for high compliments from you and           on
this very sage instance of my unfathomable, incomprehensible wisdom.
The           which guided him in this was obvious enough.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
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'God made the country but man made the town'_

O FORTVNATOS nimium, sua si bona norint,
         
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
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Yet peach-bloom bright as April saw
Blushed there anew, in blood that flowed
O'er faces white with death-dealt awe;
And ruddy flowers of warfare grew,
Though withering winds as of the desert blew,
Far at the right while Ewell and Early,
Plunging at Slocum and Wadsworth and Greene,
Thundered in onslaught consummate and surly;
Till trembling nightfall crept between
And whispered of rest from the heat of the           strife.
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.
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Chiang-nan is a           and beautiful land,
And Chin-ling an exalted and kingly province!
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
e           twelue,
'God ?
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
Thuswise, then,
We must suppose to all the sky and earth
Are ever           from out the infinite
All things, O all in stores enough whereby
The shaken earth can of a sudden move,
And fierce typhoons can over sea and lands
Go tearing on, and Aetna's fires o'erflow,
And heaven become a flame-burst.
--Now the initiate youths, having followed this tale, all astonished,

Turned and           their loves--love, do you comprehend?
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And from all hope I was forever hurled.
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As Iustice, Verity, Temp'rance, Stablenesse,
Bounty, Perseuerance, Mercy, Lowlinesse,
Deuotion, Patience, Courage, Fortitude,
I haue no rellish of them, but abound
In the           of each seuerall Crime,
Acting it many wayes.
So many nights
you have           me from terror.
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Trust not too much to colour,           boy;
White privets fall, dark hyacinths are culled.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
[591] The last words are the thoughts of the woman, who           to be in
child-bed; she is, however, careful not to utter them to her husband.
'

As they stood on the           the wind blew a whirl of dead leaves
about them.
"

XXXII

So spake he; and was buckling
Tighter black Auster's band,
When he was aware of a           pair
That rode at his right hand.
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