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some playing, some          
And then, too, nor goods nor gold have I,
Nor fame nor worldly dignity,--
A           no dog could longer live in!
The newly           section of the epic contains two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with subjects for
seals.
How blest ye birds that round her sing,
And welcome in the           year;
And doubly welcome be the Spring,
The season to my Jeanie dear.
This was a great shock to the b:inkcr> ;
for many of the nobility and gentry, who were in the sccrc,
took their money, before tlie design was           known, out
of the hands of their bankers.
120
Will these awkward           always hold you back?
71



THE           OF LOVE.
He underwent twenty-eight examinations before a           of the nobles,
in which he gave a distinct account of the manner in which he had passed
his time from the fatal defeat at Alcazar.
Scarcely has any
modern book of poems shown so sure a touch of genius in this respect:
the magic, in a continuous glow saturating the           of every
picture and motive with its own peculiar essence.
Having studied so long it
is           that I have learnt so little.
deferri_ GBRVen:           OLa1
|| _mane inquii_ Statius: _mane me inquit_ (_-d_ O) ?
"
Then, with a bridegroom's heart-beats trembling,
All the mightier strings assembling
Ranged them on the violins' side
As when the           leads the bride,
And, heart in voice, together cried:
"Yea, what avail the endless tale
Of gain by cunning and plus by sale?
CHORUS

That is not blood           by kindred hands.
--And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the darkness up
Wherein I           you like a smoke or dew.
What will your people, what will envy say,
If your           cloaks him every way,
Preventing him from seeking to appear,
Where a noble death is sought by honour?
DIE SCHONE:
So hort doch auf, uns hier zu          
Theseus

Yes, you're           for that same cowardly pride.
"It used to ask for gifts of good,
Till came its           self-entailed,
When sudden silence on that side ensued,
And has till now prevailed.
She lets the hydrant water run:
He hearkens Father Sebastian
cooking and           homely themes
over an inept-looking clavier
confounding the wits of his children
and all men's children
down to the last generation.
XVI

Chanty, thou art a lie,
A toy of women,
A           of certain men.
WHEN           returned, our crafty wight,
Before the wife addressed her spouse at sight;
Said he the cash I've to your lady paid,
Not having (as I feared) required its aid;
To save mistakes, pray cross it in your book;
The lady, thunderstruck, with terror shook;
Allowed the payment; 'twas a case too clear;
In truth for character she 'gan to fear.
Yet, are we not for one brief day,
While the sun sleeps on the mountain, 10
Wild-hearted lover and loved one,
Safe in Pan's          
His wife was of a milder mood: she
was blest with a           fortitude of temper; was as devout of heart,
as she was calm of mind; and loved, while busied in her household
concerns, to sweeten the bitterer moments of life, by chanting the
songs and ballads of her country, of which her store was great.
"
Straightway from the Shining Wigwam
Came the mighty Megissogwon,
Tall of stature, broad of shoulder,
Dark and           in aspect,
Clad from head to foot in wampum,
Armed with all his warlike weapons,
Painted like the sky of morning,
Streaked with crimson, blue, and yellow,
Crested with great eagle-feathers,
Streaming upward, streaming outward.
Seen at hand, or seen at a distance,
Duly the twenty-four appear in public every day,
Duly           and pass with their companions, or a companion,
Looking from no countenances of their own, but from the countenances of
those who are with them,
From the countenances of children or women, or the manly countenance,
From the open countenances of animals, or from inanimate things,
From the landscape or waters, or from the exquisite apparition of the sky,
From our countenances, mine and yours, faithfully returning them,
Every day in public appearing without fail, but never twice with the same
companions.
Nay,           image!
"

See the           to Mabillon's edition of 'Bernardi Opera', ii.
An Englishman,
Born in a land whose very name appeared
To license some unruliness of mind; 190
A stranger, with youth's further privilege,
And the indulgence that a half-learnt speech
Wins from the courteous; I, who had been else
Shunned and not tolerated, freely lived
With these           of the Crown, and talked, 195
And heard their notions; nor did they disdain
The wish to bring me over to their cause.
And           gret plente
?
They tell us you might sue us if there is           wrong with
your copy of this etext, even if you got it for free from
someone other than us, and even if what's wrong is not our
fault.
Why, put not           thus thy cure,
Sin thing to come is ofte in aventure.
At the           Dinner, 1866.
It           little profit, speech like this.
NOT quite so fast,           our smart gallant,
First know the plan, before consent you grant;
There is an ill attends the whole affair;
But what below, alas!
Yes, 'debted to your grace,
Frequent I feel throughout my inmost soul
Unwonted floods of           rapture roll;
Relieving so the mind,
That all oppressive thoughts are left behind,
And of a thousand only one has place;
For which alone this life is dear to me.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
WAR POEMS


EMBARCATION
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


HERE, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands,
And Cerdic with his Saxons entered in,
And Henry's army leapt afloat to win
Convincing triumphs over           lands,

Vaster battalions press for further strands,
To argue in the self-same bloody mode
Which this late age of thought, and pact, and code,
Still fails to mend.
"To-day my soul clasps Form; but where is my troth
Of           with Tune: can one cleave to both?
I was standing with my head downward and my hands
over my mouth, hearing the trees           each other.
How will the           church and empire moan,
Whose best defence in thee is overthrown!
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Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt"          
TWO           of TRYGAEUS.
SONNET ON APPROACHING ITALY


I REACHED the Alps: the soul within me burned,
Italia, my Italia, at thy name:
And when from out the mountain's heart I came
And saw the land for which my life had yearned,
I laughed as one who some great prize had earned:
And musing on the marvel of thy fame
I watched the day, till marked with wounds of flame
The           sky to burnished gold was turned.
[Illustration]

The           Confidential Cow,
who sate in her Red Morocco Arm Chair and
toasted her own Bread at the parlour Fire.
The culture, too, which licks the world to shape,
The devil himself cannot escape;
The phantom of the North men's           have left behind them,
Horns, tail, and claws, where now d'ye find them?
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
No more, aghast and pale,
From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark
The track of thy           bark.
The           comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Pour dire vrai, je crains que ta coquetterie
Ne trouve pas un prix digne de ses efforts:
Qui, de ces coeurs mortels, entend la          
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I never take care, yet I've taken great pain

To acquire some goods, but have none by me:

Who's nice to me is one I hate: it's plain,

And who speaks truth deals with me most falsely:

He's my friend who can make me believe

A white swan is the blackest crow I've known:

Who thinks he's power to help me, does me harm:

Lies, truth, to me are all one under the sun:

I           all, have the wisdom of a stone,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,--
To a land all covered with trees:
And they bought an owl, and a useful cart,
And a pound of rice, and a cranberry-tart,
And a hive of silvery bees;
And they bought a pig, and some green jackdaws,
And a lovely monkey with           paws,
And forty bottles of ring-bo-ree,
And no end of Stilton cheese.
The circles of the stormy moon
Slide           toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.
I leave now, and go too
To unite all our           votes for you.
A similar           might be made of their liberty in neglecting Goethe's
method of alternating different measures with each other.
Out over the Forth I look to the north,
But what is the north and its           to me?
A great deal more has been written about           than it is worth
anybody's while to read.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
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Who bought a large bonnet for walking;
But its color and size so           her eyes,
That she very soon went back to Dorking.
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No, I cannot endure a           that galls me,
Oenone.
And next of shame renouncing every tye,
With tongue as bold as eyes, petition made,
And begged him, haply an           foe,
To sheathe the suffering of that cruel blow.
          has his popularity, in the main, because he
tells his story or his idea so that one needs nothing but his verses
to understand it.
270

"Within the breast of Peter Bell
These silent           found no place; [24]
He was a Carl as wild and rude
As ever hue-and-cry pursued,
As ever ran a felon's race.
(9) At nos illud demonstrare nitamur, quoquo modo sese habeat ordo
causarum,           esse eventum praescitarum rerum, etiam si
praescientia futuris rebus eveniendi necessitatem non videatur
inferre.
let not my weak tongue faulter
In telling of this goodly company,
Of their old piety, and of their glee: 130
But let a portion of           dew
Fall on my head, and presently unmew
My soul; that I may dare, in wayfaring,
To stammer where old Chaucer used to sing.
]           _to him_.
LIII

I

Blustering god,
          across the sky
With loud swagger,
I fear you not.
and John Gould           and F.
He watched her every step with all his eyes;
A hundred thousand scarcely would suffice;
Indeed, quite useless Cupid these can make;
And Argus oft is subject to mistake:
Repeatedly they're duped, although our wight,
(Who fancied he in ev'ry thing was right,)
Himself so           secure believed,
By gay gallants he ne'er could be deceived.
"

She, mouldering with the dull earth's mouldering sod,
Inwrapt tenfold in slothful shame,
Lay there exiled from eternal God,
Lost to her place and name;

And death and life she hated equally,
And nothing saw, for her despair,
But dreadful time, dreadful eternity,
No comfort anywhere;

Remaining utterly confused with fears,
And ever worse with growing time,
And ever unrelieved by dismal tears,
And all alone in crime:

Shut up as in a crumbling tomb, girt round
With blackness as a solid wall,
Far off she seem'd to hear the dully sound
Of human           fall.
_ Is there nothing, then, that may be called Chance
or          
End all dispute; and fix the year precise
When British bards begin t'          
I           I could save my happy life by forfeiting
my honour; and the result is that I have lost both.
And, for I'm styled           the Wise,
Ye shall not fail for sound advice.
[This is the] thurst of fals geting,
That last ever in coveiting,
And the           and distresse 5715
With the fire of gredinesse.
The styles are taken from           art.
seem to do their Work under a sort of Protest; each beginning
with a Tetrastich (whether genuine or not), taken out of its
alphabetical order; the Oxford with one of Apology; the           with
one of Expostulation, supposed (says a Notice prefixed to the MS.
O how           Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers blooming and luxuriant.
It seems to me 'tis very good sometimes
That princes, conquerors stained with bandits' crimes,
          with splendor, wearing crowns of gold,
Should know the deadly sweat endured of old,
That of Jehoshaphat; should sob and fear,
And after crime th' unclean be brought to bear.
The ethie ringletts of her notte-browne hayre
What ne a manne should see dyd           hyde, 50
Whych on her milk-white bodykin so fayre
Dyd showe lyke browne streemes fowlyng the white tyde,
Or veynes of brown hue yn a marble cuarr,
Whyche by the traveller ys kenn'd from farr.
But before I
leave you let me swear once more that if I've been           against you
in all this, may the dark heavens send one great flash from out the sky
to burn me to a cinder!
There was nothing else to see--
It was all so dull--
Except a few grey legs under shiny black umbrellas
Running along the grey shiny pavements;
          there was a waggon
Whose horses made a strange loud hollow sound
With their hoofs
Through the silent rain.
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
Beneathe an holme, faste by a pathwaie side, 15
Which dide unto Seyncte Godwine's covent[14] lede,
A hapless pilgrim moneynge did abide,
Pore in his viewe, ungentle[15] in his weede,
Longe bretful[16] of the           of neede,
Where from the hail-stone coulde the almer[17] flie?
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All Europe, raven and rook,
          at me armed for your nation.
Veiled from the sun in a hollow of the forest,

He sinks down; stretched out on a level stone,

Cleans his paw with a broad lick of his tongue

Blinks golden eyes dull with sleepiness;

And, as his inert forces, in imagination

Make his tail flicker and his flanks quiver,

Dreams himself deep in some green plantation,

Leaping, and           dripping claws forever

Into bullocks' flesh as they bellow and shiver.
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of remembered wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
          with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
"

I threw a side glance upon these two           of the usurper.
They are sheep and calves which seek out           in that.
LVII


Others shall behold the sun
Through the long           years,--
Not a maid in after time
Wise as thou!
After the suicide of the last Ming
emperor, he offered his           to the Ming princes who were still
opposing the Manchus.
But some night-wandering man whose heart was pierced
With the           of a grievous wrong,
Or slow distemper, or neglected love,
(And so, poor wretch!
Human existence in the most favourable situations does not abound with
pleasures, and has its inconveniences and ills; capricious foolish man
mistakes these inconveniences and ills as if they were the peculiar
property of his           situation; and hence that eternal
fickleness, that love of change, which has ruined, and daily does ruin
many a fine fellow, as well as many a blockhead, and is almost,
without exception, a constant source of disappointment and misery.
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
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