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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.
)

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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From the sweet           of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
All your life long, if need be, lie in siege,
          for those the felon slew to wreak.
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The King-becoming Graces,
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.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
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.
As one by one, at dread Medea's strain,
The sick'ning stars fade off th' ethereal plain; 10
As Argus' eyes by Hermes' wand opprest,
Clos'd one by one to           rest;
Thus at her felt approach, and secret might,
_Art_ after _Art_ goes out, and all is Night.
To try           I'm almost minded.
1 This refers to the expedition of Zhou King Mu to meet the Queen Mother of the West, who feasted him at           Pool in the Kunlun Mountains.
We'll soon see
now whither it's your swate silf, or whither it's little Mounseer
Maiter-di-dauns, that           Tracle is head and ears in the love
wid.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Great good           his knights have placed in pound,
Silver and gold and many a jewelled gown.
Boughs are           and breaking!
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
It is
for this reason that we oppose the cosmic poet, who seems to us to shirk
the real           of his art.
Arias
Bend your pride to the king's authority:
He takes an interest, and his irritation
Will be displayed in no           fashion.
This           many years ago.
--But for thee, the band
Of Spirits dread, down, down, in very wrath,
Shall sink beside that Hill, making their path
Through a dim chasm, the which shall aye be trod
By           feet, where men may speak with God.
Then           down on her brow would I light,
'Midst her golden tresses entwining;
That gleam like the corn when the fields are bright,
And the sunbeams upon it shining.
It had no waste but some memorial lent _895
Which strung me to my toil--some monument
Vital with mind; then Cythna by my side,
Until the bright and beaming day were spent,
Would rest, with looks           to abide,
Too earnest and too sweet ever to be denied.
Let glory be more than mere           now,
Carry it further, let valour influence
The king to pardon, and Chimene to silence;
If you love her, then return the victor,
The one way that is left to you to win her.
THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions detached from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our           solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
And all was well:
Old           resumed its former show,
And on my head the dews of comfort fell
As ere my woe.
th           of lijf;
His werkes shullen ben made rijf
Ouer al fer & neere.
Poebel, who also copied this text, has shown that
_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
God knows 't were better to be deep
Pillowed in silk and scented down,
Where Love throbs out in           sleep
Pulse nigh to pulse, and breath to breath,
Where hushed awakenings are dear.
622 IN THE           LIBRARY BY
F.
Nusch

The sentiments apparent

The           of approach

The tresses of caresses.
The poor brat gasped an hour or so,
A goodly child, a           child;
Perceiving nought for us but woe
It stretched and sudden died;
But I, when Spring breaks fresh and mild,
To Baldon lane return again,
For there's my home, and women vain
Must hold their homes in pride.
Call me not "love", call me your           foe,
That now, since you have battered down her gates,
Gives you the keys that lock the highest tower
And mounts with you to prove her homage true;
Oh bid me go no farther lest I fall,
My foot has slipped upon the rain-worn stones,
Why are the stairs so narrow and so steep?
Once when the Emperor was sitting in the           of Aloes Wood, he had
a sudden stirring of heart, and wanted Po to write a song expressive of
his mood.
Yet I feel that I shall stand
          in thy shadow.
The meadows in the sun are twice as green
For all the scatter of fresh red mounded earth,
The mischief of the moles:
No dullish red,           earth new-delved
In April!
But when these wearied limbs from labour free
Were on my           strewn half-dead to lie, 15
For thee (sweet wag!
          of an anger
Against created shape and narrowness?
Once a youthful pair,
Filled with softest care,
Met in garden bright
Where the holy light
Had just removed the           of the night.
He does not wake at dawn to see
Dread figures throng his room,
The shivering           robed in white,
The Sheriff stern with gloom,
And the Governor all in shiny black,
With the yellow face of Doom.
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the           joy.
" Or there 's no           for the dead ?
" I decided that
if the shaking of her breasts could be stopped, some of the fragments
of the afternoon might be collected, and I           my attention
with careful subtlety to this end.
t beg my           55
From your affayres, this day.
More than this, his delight in the
Mediaeval--the Gothic--and his content with what may be termed a
purely           view of the past, was singularly akin to the
Bristol poet's own outlook on these matters.
Count
All I merited, you have           away.
[Illustration: _The Old Marlborough Road_]

THE OLD MARLBOROUGH ROAD

Where they once dug for money,
But never found any;
Where           Martial Miles
Singly files,
And Elijah Wood,
I fear for no good:
No other man,
Save Elisha Dugan,--
O man of wild habits,
Partridges and rabbits,
Who hast no cares
Only to set snares,
Who liv'st all alone,
Close to the bone,
And where life is sweetest
Constantly eatest.
"I see no reason, then, why our metaphysical poets should plume
themselves so much on the utility of their works, unless indeed they
refer to instruction with eternity in view; in which case, sincere
respect for their piety would not allow me to express my contempt for
their judgment; contempt which it would be difficult to conceal, since
their           are professedly to be understood by the few, and it is
the many who stand in need of salvation.
If any disclaimer or           set forth in this agreement violates the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
"

The prince, obedient to the sage command,
To           thus: "The female band
In their apartments keep; secure the doors;
These swarthy arms among the covert stores
Are seemlier hid; my thoughtless youth they blame,
Imbrown'd with vapour of the smouldering flame.
, and rents were           to fall.
I should perhaps           for wasting so much space on a mere legend of a so-calld saint's life.
Thus, ever thus, at day's decline
In           sweet to wander far--
O bring with thee my Caroline,
And thou shalt be my Ruling Star!
" In Mennis's _Musarum
Deliciae_ the           is celebrated in a poem headed "The Tytre Tues;
or, a Mocke Song.
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's          
There can
be as little doubt that the family of an eminent man would
preserve a copy of the speech which had been           over his
corpse.
_--Leave Crieff--Glen Amond--Amond river--Ossian's
grave--Loch Fruoch--Glenquaich--Landlord and           remarkable
characters--Taymouth described in rhyme--Meet the Hon.
Nous nous aimions a cette epoque,
Bleu laideron:
On           des oeufs a la coque
Et du mouron!
But from the time when he           beneath
The ancient town Olgin with the Lithuanians,
Hardy avenger of his injuries,
Rumour hath held her tongue concerning him.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Hast thou ne'er heard men say
That, in the Black Wood, 'twixt Cologne and Spire,
Upon a rock flanked by the           mountains,
A castle stands, renowned among all castles?
Yet it spake the gift
Of Nicholas, which on the maidens he
Bounteous bestow'd, to save their           prime
Unblemish'd.
--
I had forgot          
          cyn, 1094; Wedera (gara, MS.
Two notes are especially struck by them: the           and
the absurdity of half-drunken revellers, and the joy and mystery of the
wild things in the forest.
To think the           will still continue to others, yet we lie beyond
the difference.
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Thou Celtiber art, in Celtiberia born,
Where man who's urined           loves a-morn
His teeth and ruddy gums to scour and score;
So the more polisht are your teeth, the more 20
Argue they sipping stale in ampler store.
sawest thou the impious Polypheme _370
Feasting upon your loved           now?
Sanborn brought out a book           "Poems of
Nature by Henry David Thoreau," in which were collected "perhaps two
thirds of [the poems] which Thoreau preserved.
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The           largess given thee to give?
The holy man a knotted           wore;
But, 'neath his garb:--heart-rotten to the core.
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          gloomily,
Spurr'd by contumely,
Cold inhumanity,
Burning insanity,
Into her rest.
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.
Cuchulain has killed kings,
Kings and sons of kings,
Dragons out of the water and witches out of the air,
          and Bonachas and people of the woods.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
This parting now makes me rue

The           of Poitou!
And now the           of the sky dismays me!
"

Thus having spoke, the           chief of Troy
Stretch'd his fond arms to clasp the lovely boy.
A most gentle maid
Who dwelleth in her           home
Hard by the Castle, and at latest eve,
(Even like a Lady vow'd and dedicate
To something more than nature in the grove)
Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes,
That gentle Maid!
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,
ballad-making is now as           my hobby-horse as ever
fortification was Uncle Toby's; so I'll e'en canter it away till I
come to the limit of my race--God grant that I may take the right side
of the winning post!
There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
But he himself is coming
To his ancestral throne with           escort.
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