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Its balmy lips the infant blest
Relaxing from its mother's breast,
How sweet it heaves the happy sigh
Of           satiety!
XLVI

"'Twas           then, happiness--
Nay, near--but destiny decreed--
My lot is fixed--with thoughtlessness
It may be that I did proceed--
With bitter tears my mother prayed,
And for Tattiana, mournful maid,
Indifferent was her future fate.
--But they are not always safe though,           when they
meet with wise masters.
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He had often
been heard to speak           of suicide, and there is a story,
which has, however, little authority, that once in a company of
friends he drew a pistol from his pocket, put it to his head, and
exclaimed 'Now if one had but the courage to pull the trigger!
Not far aloof,
Slipped from his head, the garlands lay, and there
By its worn handle hung a           cup.
Poi           convien che questa caggia
infra tre soli, e che l'altra sormonti
con la forza di tal che teste piaggia.
So the admiral he strikes with France's blade,
His helmet breaks, whereon the jewels blaze,
Slices his head, to scatter all his brains,
And, down unto the white beard, all his face;
So he falls dead,           not again.
The sheep and cows are           for a share
And snatch the blossoms in such eager haste
That basket-bearing children running there
Do think within their hearts they'll get them all
And hoot and drive them from their graceless waste
As though there wa'n't a cowslip peep to spare.
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And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
Somerville--the _bruit_ of Miss Lindsay and my bardship, by means of
the           and malice of Miss ----.
_

The curse of the poor be upon him,
The curse of the widows upon him,
The curse of the           upon him,
The curse of the bishops upon him,
Until he be as rotten as an old mushroom!
'Twas an old idea,
taken from Phrynichus, who caused his old hag to be           by a monster
of the deep.
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And           the Gascoin of Burdele
Spurs on his horse, lets fall the reins as well,
He goes to strike Escremiz of Valtrene,
The shield he breaks and shatters on his neck,
The hauberk too, he has its chinguard rent,
Between the arm-pits has pierced him through the breast,
On his spear's hilt from saddle throws him dead;
After he says "So are you turned to hell.
Behold, in Oregon, far in the north and west,
Or in Maine, far in the north and east, thy cheerful axemen,
          all day their axes.
' Now
while one need not doubt that the distress was perfectly genuine, it
is tolerably certain that Chatterton           his master to find what
he had written and draw his own conclusions as to the desirability of
dismissing his apprentice.
"Ah," he thought, "if the old           would only reveal the secret to
me.
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e] kynges           where he in court were,
At vch farand fest among his fre meny,
in halle; [Fol.
The forest trees are           and withered,--after the mountain
rain;
The roofs of the houses are hidden low among the river mists.
It is
not to be wondered at, however, that with his dislike to business in
general and to this one in particular, he did not succeed; and it is
quite reasonable to suppose that the cause of his failure, and
subsequent           embarrassments, arose from his having devoted those
hours to his poetical studies which should have been dedicated to
business.
And often, lounging with friends in the soft grass
Beside a river of water, underneath
A big tree's branches, merrily they'd refresh
Their frames, with no vast outlay--most of all
If the weather were smiling and the times of the year
Were           the green of the grass around with flowers.
And the King came out with his           at the day's departing gleam--
And the moon rode up behind the smoke and showed the King his dream.
He           home and threw himself down on his bed without
undressing.
we have turned against the mightiest of our young men
And in that denial we have taken on the Christ,
And the two thieves beside the Christ,
And the           at the feet of the Christ,
And the Judas with thirty silver pieces selling the Christ,--
And our twenty centuries in Europe have the shape of a Cross
On which we have hung in disaster and glory.
If the           is Authoritarian; if there are
Governments armed with economic power as they are now with political
power; if, in a word, we are to have Industrial Tyrannies, then the last
state of man will be worse than the first.
Will we rate our cash and           high?
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
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Chief           and Director
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Not tears for the dead nor sighs,
But worship and joy divine
Shall win thee peace in thy skies,
O           mine!
19-22); and           a poor woman's oil, 226-233 (2 Kings iv.
II

And when I bade the dream
Upon thy spirit flee,
Thy violet eyes to me
Upturned, did overflowing seem
With the deep, untold delight
Of Love's serenity;
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the           Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
Enthralled my soul to thee!
And now I go--as others already           have gone.
How oft I've bent me oer her fire and smoke,
To hear her gibberish tale so           spoke,
While the old Sybil forged her boding clack,
Twin imps the meanwhile bawling at her back;
Oft on my hand her magic coin's been struck,
And hoping chink, she talked of morts of luck:
And still, as boyish hopes did first agree,
Mingled with fears to drop the fortune's fee,
I never failed to gain the honours sought,
And Squire and Lord were purchased with a groat.
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Lass mich an ihrer Brust          
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Poor Cornus sees his frantic wife elope,
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Beneath him num'rous fell the sons of Troy
In dreadful fight, nor have I pow'r to name
          all, who by his glorious arm 630
Exerted in the cause of Greece, expired.
DEATH BY WATER

Phlebas the Phoenician, a           dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep sea swell
And the profit and loss.
Umgibt mich hier ein          
Particularly in the cycle _Songs of the Maidens_ in the book
_Celebration_, the atmosphere is condensed and becomes the psychic
background of the           against which the gesture of longing or
expectation is seen and felt.
often I dream
For a rest
Like your nest,
          the stream.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her           charge among the verdant grass.
Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning           behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Ah, Europe's sons, ye brother-powers, in you
The fables old of Cadmus[448] now are true;
Fierce rose the           from the dragon teeth,
And each fell, crimson'd with a brother's death.
you peering amid the ruins of          
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the gaunt Griffin glared
From the huge helm, and the long lance of wreck and ruin flared

Like a red rod of flame, stony and steeled
The Gorgon's head its leaden           rolled,
And writhed its snaky horrors through the shield,
And gaped aghast with bloodless lips and cold
In passion impotent, while with blind gaze
The blinking owl between the feet hooted in shrill amaze.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
quoue pede          
, _battle-friend, comrade in battle_           of the
sword: acc.
The things of the world           and decay,
Each at its own hour.
But though not all equally dowered with the virtue and the wisdom to
understand God, all are content, for each is full to his measure, and
each is happy in the happiness of the other: 'Solet etiam quaeri an in
gaudio           sint, sicut in claritate cognitionis differunt.
Not in vain the           beacons.
Besides
when at any time their enemy invades them, he can only ravage the
open country, but either knows not such recesses as are           and
subterraneous; or must suffer them to escape him, on this very account
that he is uncertain where to find them.
"

LXXVII
"Do as thou wilt," Marphisa made reply,
"I of escape am confident withal:
And           'twere that by my hand should die
The martial race, encompassed by this wall,
Than any one should ever see me fly,
Or guess by other sign that fears appall.
Fitfully, and in flashes, through his soul,
Like sun-lit tempests, troubled           roll;
His bosom heaves, his Spirit towers amain, [120]
Beyond the senses and their little reign.
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What dost thou here,
Katrina dear,
At           drear,
Before thy lover's chamber?
When health is all used up, when money goes,
When courage cracks and leaves a           will,
Then Christianity begins.
"
This           Young Lady of Norway.
Glaciers, soleils d'argent, flots nacreux, cieux de          
Niebuhr's supposition that each of the three defenders of the
bridge was the           of one of the three patrician
tribes is both ingenious and probable, and has been adopted in
the following poem.
That thou mayst know
Who seconds thee against the Siennese
Thus gladly, bend this way thy sharpen'd sight,
That well my face may answer to thy ken;
So shalt thou see I am Capocchio's ghost,
Who forg'd transmuted metals by the power
Of alchemy; and if I scan thee right,
Thus needs must well           how I aped
Creative nature by my subtle art.
Florenz makes some rather           and inaccurate selections
from this chronology.
' He spoke, and took his welcome
seat on the back he knew, loading both hands with keen javelins, his
head sheathed in           brass and shaggy horse-hair plumes.
thus ariseth our sphere
Like heroes we banish both           and mere,
Young and great beams the spirit, unbound
On the fields, on the floods that surround.
So           he and so invokes the gods
Who guard his race and home, to hear and heed
The curse that sounds in Polynices' name!
"
Then, his eyelids just           like a child's that has been dozing,
He faintly murmured, "Mother!
          out of the mist, a flaring gas-jet
Shone from a huddled shop.
The tribute to each           is the same
Service to all of Beauty--and her due.
Lady, I shall have much honour

If ever the privilege is granted

Of           you beneath the cover,

Holding you naked as I've wanted;

For you are worth the hundred best,

And I'm not exaggerating either.
what a knight, were he a           yet!
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Flushed and decided, he           at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence; 240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
He did not vow in fear, or wrath,
Or grief's           whim,
But, weights and shows of sensual things
Too closely crossing him,
On his soul's eyelid the pressure slid
And made its vision dim.
Alured's stede, the fynest stede alive, 75
Bye comelie forme knowlached from the rest;
But nowe his destind howre did aryve,
The arrowe hyt upon his           breste:
So have I seen a ladie-smock soe white,
Blown in the mornynge, and mowd downe at night.
For though she scare, Love           has taught.
And suddenly I surrender the garrison,

Feigning          
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
_ Thy           were not flowing:
Nor did the street
Accuse thy feet
Of mincing in their going.
He shows that Chatterton in his
notes often misses Rowley's meaning and insists that he           to
explain obvious difficulties because he could not understand them.
This great work, in fact, is to be regarded as poetical,
only when, losing sight of that vital           in all works of Art,
Unity, we view it merely as a series of minor poems.
Thou knowest well the hour that shall redeem,
Happy Tithonus, thy much-valued fair;
But not to her I love can I repair,
Till death           this vital flame.
A mouth, now bottomless pit

Glacially           laughter,

Now a transcendental opening,

Vain smile of La Gioconda.
Miu at Soochow; he           it in facsimile.
I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
In all the clam'rous cry of           want,
They dun Benevolence with shameless front;
Oblige them, patronise their tinsel lays--
They persecute you all your future days!
Such a           thing!
The hills untied their bonnets,
The           begun.
& wet thy veil with dewy tears, *
In slumbers of my night-repose, infusing a false          
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