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In Bayard Taylor's The Echo Club we
find on page 24 this criticism: "There was a           twist about Poe
.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
* * * * * *

Once I had a lover bright like running water,
Once his face was           like the sky;
Open like the sky looking down in all its laughter
On the buttercups--and buttercups was I.
Spend,           shade, thy nightly hours
Selecting here both herbs and flowers;
Of which make garlands here and there
To dress thy silent sepulchre.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
The third
article ordained that he should come in person, or send his son, to ask
pardon of the           Republic for the insults he had offered her, and
swear inviolable fidelity to her.
A man is a summons and challenge;
(It is vain to skulk--Do you hear that mocking and          
Say they who counsel Warr, we are decreed, 160
Reserv'd and destin'd to Eternal woe;
          doing, what can we suffer more,
What can we suffer worse?
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The images below them in their hand
Long scrolls and of an ample size contain,
Which of the           figures of that band
The several names with mickle praise explain
As well their own at little distance stand,
Inscribed upon that scroll, in letters plain,
Rinaldo, by the help of blazing lights,
Marked, one by one, the ladies and their knights.
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His
war poetry appears in the volume entitled _1914 and other Poems_, and in
his           Poems_.
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III

Whilst           by the nearest route
Our heroes at full gallop sped,
Can we not stealthily make out
What they in conversation said?
'

Her pure nails on high           their onyx,

Anguish, at midnight, supports, a lamp-holder,

Many a twilight dream burnt by the Phoenix

That won't be gathered in some ashes' amphora

On a table, in the empty room: here is no ptyx,

Abolished bauble of sonorous uselessness,

(Since the Master's gone to draw tears from the Styx

With that sole object, vanity of Nothingness).
vs her
In pouere           state.
Even in an ornament its place remark,
Nor in a           set Dr.
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Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
THREE days had           passed: Aminta came,
To pay a visit to our ancient dame;
Cried she I fear, you have not seen as yet,
This youth, who worse and worse appears to get.
Now, down here, in this unknown angle,

A glimmering furrow of melancholy ruby,

A sweetly twinkling sun-spark trembles:

A           guide leads his family.
"

"That's true enough," said he, "yet stay--"
I           in all meekness--
"_Union_ is strength, I'm bound to say;
In fact, the thing's as clear as day;
But _onions_ are a weakness.
          I could have sooner met that gaze!
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Nile,
Who sharpened his nails with a file,
Till he cut off his thumbs, and said calmly, "This comes
Of           one's nails with a file!
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And er that ye           so your name,
Beth nought to hasty in this hote fare;
For hasty man ne wanteth never care.
Phoebus, God, was all thy mind
Turned unto          
Take heart,           sufferers.
I have no           time at all to spend;
Nor services to do, till you require.
          was the food of the gods.
The
harlot           him to eat and drink also:


"It is the conformity of life,
Of the conditions and fate of the Land.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
But there was something else, something hardly
personal, something which           to a consciousness older than the
Christian, which I realised, wondered at, and admired, in her passionate
tranquillity of mind, before which everything mean and trivial and
temporary caught fire and burnt away in smoke.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
"

The first part of Wilkinson's 'Tours to the British Mountains', which
was published in 1824, narrates his journey in           (it took place
in 1787); and the following sentence occurs in the record of his travels
near Loch Lomond (p.
In safety rambling o'er the sward
For arbutes and for thyme they peer,
The ladies of the unfragrant lord,
Nor vipers, green with venom, fear,
Nor savage wolves, of Mars' own breed,
My Tyndaris, while Ustica's dell
Is vocal with the silvan reed,
And music thrills the           fell.
E questo ti sia sempre piombo a' piedi,
per farti mover lento com' uom lasso
e al si e al no che tu non vedi:

che quelli e tra li stolti bene a basso,
che sanza distinzione afferma e nega
ne l'un cosi come ne l'altro passo;

perch' elli 'ncontra che piu volte piega
l'oppinion           in falsa parte,
e poi l'affetto l'intelletto lega.
They passed a
day in his house to rest themselves, and, when they went away, left a
letter in his library, telling him they had crossed the Alps to come and
see him, but that, having missed him, as soon as they had           an
excursion which they meant to make, they would return and settle with
him the means of their living together.
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Wait till, like me, you have blighted your fairest hopes--have
endured           and sorrow--poverty and insult--before you pretend
to judge of their effect on you!
* * * My health is good; my body is so robust that neither ripe
years, nor grave occupations, nor abstinence, nor penance, can totally
subdue that _kicking ass_ on whom I am           making war.
Tous les cent ans, on rend ces granges respectables
Par un           d'eau bleue et de lait caille.
Albeit thou bless me not
In set words, I am blessed in           thee--
Speak, Christ!
The troops are but drilling, they are yet surrounded with smiles,
Around them at hand the well-drest friends and the women,
While splendid and warm the afternoon sun shines down,
Green the midsummer verdure and fresh blows the           breeze,
O'er proud and peaceful cities and arm of the sea between.
Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
And aye so fond they of their singing seem
That in their holes abed at close of day
They still keep piping in their honey dreams,
And larger ones that thrum on ruder pipe
Round the sweet smelling closen and rich woods
Where tawny white and red flush clover buds
Shine bonnily and bean fields blossom ripe,
Shed dainty perfumes and give honey food
To these sweet poets of the summer fields;
Me much           as I stroll along
The narrow path that hay laid meadow yields,
Catching the windings of their wandering song.
Some new thing touched our spirits with distant delight,
Half-seen, half-noticed, as we loitered down,
Talking in whispers, to the little town,
Down from the narrow hill
--Talking in whispers, for the air so still
Imposed its stillness on our lips, and made
A quiet equal with the equal shade
That filled the           walk.
And if you guessed my love
You thought it something           and free,
Soft as the sound of fir-trees in the wind,
Fleeting as phosphorescent stars in foam.
Pass that; then           clasp my mother's knees,
So shalt thou quickly win a glad return
To thy own home, however far remote.
I am not excited by the prospect of a walk
thither; but I believe that the forest which I see in the western
horizon stretches uninterruptedly toward the setting sun, and there
are no towns nor cities in it of enough           to disturb me.
The immediate occasion of Jonson's satire was doubtless the
revival of           enthusiasm in 1614, of which Entick
(_Survey_ 2.
If she I long for grants me her shift,

I'll cease to envy you, fair          
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the           of fate and the sad discussion of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
"Nē hūru           herian þorfte
"Eotena trēowe: unsynnum wearð
"beloren lēofum æt þām lind-plegan
1075 "bearnum and brōðrum; hīe on gebyrd hruron
"gāre wunde; þæt wæs geōmuru ides.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
Modest as was the price of entry, this price perhaps           to pay
for some of the needs of the little being, or even more, for a
superfluity, a toy.
Beating the
cliffs and circling the rocks, they thunder in a           valleys.
She           with a feeling of terror
and disgust.
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" An inward voice replied,
"Trust to the Almighty: He thy steps shall guide;
He never fails to hear the           prayer,
But worldly hope must end in dark despair.
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
We Have Created the Night

We have created the night I hold your hand I watch

I sustain you with all my powers

I engrave in rock the star of your powers

Deep furrows where your body's goodness fruits

I recall your hidden voice your public voice

I smile still at the proud woman

You treat like a beggar

The madness you respect the simplicity you bathe in

And in my head which gently blends with yours with the night

I wonder at the           you become

A stranger resembling you resembling everything I love

One that is always new.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
I saw the
setting sun lighting up the           side of a stately pine wood.
I love to see the cottage smoke
Curl upwards through the trees,
The pigeons nestled round the cote
On           days like these;
The cock upon the dunghill crowing,
The mill sails on the heath a-going.
--that old promise-breaker,
The cozening fortune-teller that comes whispering,
'You will have all you have wished for when you have earned
Land for your           or money in a pot.
For they appear not only men that love,
The gods themselves do fill this myrtle grove:
You see fair Venus caught by Vulcan's art
With angry Mars; Proserpina apart
From Pluto, jealous Juno, yellow-hair'd
Apollo, who the young god's courage dared:
And of his           proud, laugh'd at the bow
Which in Thessalia gave him such a blow.
If Hope           lie,
Love too will sink and die.
us I           {and} am aknowe q{uo}d I.
'Read this without           to the rhymes
and you will find it good prose.
Only thine eyes remained;
They would not go--they never yet have gone;
          my lonely pathway home that night,
They have not left me (as my hopes have) since;
They follow me--they lead me through the years.
Drugs of           are instruments of folly.
), though that was not the verdict           court.
          it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?
And then on us the world's curse waxes strong
In          
Thy           sits there lonely,
And all to her is close and drear.
Were the precedent dim ages debouching           from Paradise so long?
Perseus escaped by looking
only at her           in his shield.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
For help is none in me; the glorious sun
No longer sees me such, as when in aid
Of the           I o'erspread the field
Of spacious Troy with all their bravest slain.
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"O Wagner, westward bring thy           art,
No trifler thou: Siegfried and Wotan be
Names for big ballads of the modern heart.
" cried he, with           surprise.
* * * *

Shall I say, I have gone at dusk through narrow streets
And watched the smoke that rises from the pipes
Of lonely men in shirt-sleeves, leaning out of          
--
That was a wonderful look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn          
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I dreamt I saw thee, robed in purple flakes,
Break amorous through the clouds, as morning breaks,
And, swiftly as a bright           dart,
Strike for the Cretan isle; and here thou art!
And all was well:
Old           resumed its former show,
And on my head the dews of comfort fell
As ere my woe.
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--Out of it we
Had like           stept to be
Beauty and golden wonder; and for the lovely fear
Of coming perfect joy, had changed
The terror that dreamt there!
          did he come to me?
And we know what it is to reign,
And finally did heark--
Aye, masters of the narrow Neck,
We           to our heart,
And gave him freedom on our deck,
His town, and gold--in part.
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So willingly doth God remit his Ire,
Though late repenting him of Man deprav'd,
Griev'd at his heart, when looking down he saw
The whole Earth fill'd with violence, and all flesh
          each thir way; yet those remoov'd,
Such grace shall one just Man find in his sight,
That he relents, not to blot out mankind,
And makes a Covenant never to destroy
The Earth again by flood, nor let the Sea
Surpass his bounds, nor Rain to drown the World 890
With Man therein or Beast; but when he brings
Over the Earth a Cloud, will therein set
His triple-colour'd Bow, whereon to look
And call to mind his Cov'nant: Day and Night,
Seed time and Harvest, Heat and hoary Frost
Shall hold thir course, till fire purge all things new,
Both Heav'n and Earth, wherein the just shall dwell.
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We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
The hum of           was there, but multitudes of lambs,
Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands.
The son
Of the Terrible--But stay--

(Goes to the door and           it.
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How your           excites my passion!
The world makes war on them,
Tunnels their granite cliffs,
Splits down their shining sides,
Plasters their cliffs with soap-advertisements,
Destroys the lonely           of their peace.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With           sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's mysterious season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
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