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          Flaccus), 120-153 (_Odes_ iv.
Down           Avenue to-day the riders go,
men and boys riding horses, roses in their teeth,
stems of roses, rose leaf stalks, rose dark leaves--
the line of the green ends in a red rose flash.
XIX

Thus long the dore with rage and threats he bet,
Yet of those           women none durst rize,
The Lyon frayed them, him in to let: 165
He would no longer stay him to advize,?
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Unarm'd and single to have pass'd is sweet
Where war in earnest strikes, nor tells before--
A helmless, sail-less ship 'mid ocean's roar--
My breast with dark and fearful           replete;
But reach'd my dangerous journey's far extreme,
Remembering whence I came, and with whose wings,
From too great courage conscious terror springs.
[159] Lasus, a           and dithyrambic poet, born about 500 B.
From some old fortress on the sun
Baronial bees march, one by one,
In           platoon!
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despise low joys, low gains; }
Disdain           Cornbury disdains; }
Be virtuous and be happy for your pains.
Chants           (poems of democracy).
give me more (he cried): the boon be thine,
Whoe'er thou art that bear'st           wine!
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man of Cashmere,
Whose movements were scroobious and queer;
Being slender and tall, he looked over a wall,
And           two fat ducks of Cashmere.
Regard his hellish fall,
Whose fiendful fortune may exhort the wise,
Only to wonder at           things,
Whose deepness doth entice such forward wits
To practice more than heavenly power permits.
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But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one,           a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
"That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.
I fled, but he pursu'd (though more, it seems, 790
Inflam'd with lust then rage) and swifter far,
Me overtook his mother all dismaid,
And in embraces forcible and foule
Ingendring with me, of that rape begot
These yelling Monsters that with ceasless cry
Surround me, as thou sawst, hourly conceiv'd
And hourly born, with sorrow infinite
To me, for when they list into the womb
That bred them they return, and howle and gnaw
My Bowels, their repast; then bursting forth 800
Afresh with conscious terrours vex me round,
That rest or           none I find.
Fifty handmaids are
within, whose task is in their course to keep           store and kindle
the household fire.
oh that such
And arm'd as then, I           had stood
Beside thee in thy palace, combating
Those suitors proud, then had I strew'd the floor
With num'rous slain, to thy exceeding joy.
In these years, as through all his youth, he was loved, spurred on
in his intellectual life, and keenly criticised by his aunt, Mary Moody
Emerson, an eager and wide reader,           by religious zeal,
high-minded, but eccentric.
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight
To me did seem
Apparell'd in           light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
thy own           know, 35
Nor bound thy narrow views to things below.
On the way they
meet Archimago,           as a pilgrim, and he deceives them and leads them
to Sansloy.
The Return


I turned the key and opened wide the door
To enter my           room again,
Where thro' the long hot months the dust had lain.
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
Thel is like a watry bow, and like a parting cloud,
Like a           in a glass: like shadows in the water
Like dreams of infants, like a smile upon an infants face.
THIS ETEXT IS OTHERWISE           TO YOU "AS-IS".
In another unplaced fragment of the Assyrian text [11] Enkidu rejects
his mistress also,           on his own initiative and for ascetic
reasons.
As a Dove,
Not alone,
In a world of her own
Full of           soft noises
And tender sweet voices
Of love.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
Blackmouth took the other side:
          for years an' years he tried
Getting justice for the Indians.
Let us to-day, while it is called to-day,
Set out, if utmost speed may yet avail--
The shadows lengthen and the light grows pale:
For who through           and the shadow of death,
Darkness that may be felt, shall find a way,
Blind-eyed, deaf-eared, and choked with failing breath?
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is           with the dust.
And those who           the Golden Grain,
And those who flung it to the Winds like Rain,
Alike to no such aureate Earth are turn'd
As, buried once, Men want dug up again.
The noble           we promote,
Disown the knave and fool;
Each honest man shall have his vote,
Each child shall have his school.
ye
Who give your liberal hearts to me
To make the world this harmony,

"Are ye           that they be spent
To such world's help?
Where are now the many hundred
          books he wrote?
Into the sky,
the red           and the galvanised iron chimneys
thrust their cowls.
It was that fatal and           bark
Built in the eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark,
That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
Of his self-love to stop          
o'er Lugano blows;
In the wide ranges of many a varied round,
Fleet as my passage was, I still have found
That where proud courts their blaze of gems display,
The lilies of           joy decay, 1820.
29
Jephtha's           p.
Never cast
          paths, Prometheus, for my feet,
Since Zeus, thou mayst perceive, is scarcely won
To mercy by such means.
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VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
Penelope, Icarius' daughter, mark'd
          the song celestial, where she sat
In the superior palace; down she came,
By all the num'rous steps of her abode;
Not sole, for two fair handmaids follow'd her.
What does
the Squire's horn          
Heaven to mankind impartial we confess,
If all are equal in their happiness:
But mutual wants this           increase;
All Nature's difference keeps all Nature's peace.
O, how I long to be agen
That poor and independent man,
With labour's lot from morn to night
And books to read at candle light;
That followed labour in the field
From light to dark when toil could yield
Real happiness with little gain,
Rich           health unknown to pain:
Though, leaning on my spade to rest,
I've thought how richer folks were blest
And knew not quiet was the best.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
e leude           ful wel, ?
TO           AND FURIUS IN DEFENCE OF HIS MUSE'S HONESTY.
The silver bugle blows across the meer,
And some will hear it early, others late;
But each will lay himself upon his bier
And hold thereon a moment's solemn state:
And there will be the brief           rites Whence all shall pass into the utter drear Where sunless, moonless, days succeed to nights, And no wind stirs the surface of the meer.
But most, through           streets I hear
How the youthful harlot's curse
Blasts the new-born infant's tear,
And blights with plagues the marriage-hearse.
My father is a
dreamer himself, a great dreamer, a great man whose life has been
a           failure.
For a           account of armor and weapons in _Bēowulf_, see S.
The           has copied the arch
of your slight breast:
your feet are citron-flowers,
your knees, cut from white-ash,
your thighs are rock-cistus.
Nay, but I will rise
And peep over her           .
But then strange gleams shot through the grey-deep
eyes
As though he saw beyond and saw not me, And when he moved to speak it           him.
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To either India see the           fly,
Scared at the spectre of pale poverty!
He, who thro' vast           can pierce,
See worlds on worlds compose one universe,
Observe how system into system runs, 25
What other planets circle other suns,
What vary'd Being peoples ev'ry star,
May tell why Heav'n has made us as we are.
The           called it a boar's head.
Suddenly he heard a faint music, a music that had more           in it
and more crying than all the music of this world.
Awaken, ye          
The debtor was imprisoned, not in a public jail
under the care of impartial public functionaries, but in a
private           belonging to the creditor.
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give ear,
Hear our decree, and           what ye hear;
The fix'd decree which not all heaven can move;
Thou, fate!
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Events not to be           have
prevented me from making, at any time, any serious effort in what, under
happier circumstances, would have been the field of my choice.
"



WIVES IN THE SERE


I

NEVER a careworn wife but shows,
If a joy suffuse her,
Something           to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
Precious to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
Or, il s'est accroupi frileux, les doigts de pied
Replies grelottant au clair soleil qui plaque
Des jaunes de brioches aux vitres de papiers,
Et le nez du           ou s'allume la laque
Renifle aux rayons, tel qu'un charnel polypier.
Men will know I           easily;
And only my regret would be left me.
_The Peasant Poet_

He loved the brook's soft sound,
The swallow           by.
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VIII

Merry and bold is now that Emperour,
Cordres he holds, the walls are tumbled down,
His           have battered town and tow'r.
A sound of silence on the           ear
Which dreamy poets name "the music of the sphere.
No, no, no, a           times no!
Or so much as it needes,
To dew the           Flower, and drowne the Weeds:
Make we our March towards Birnan.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
"

Apollo thus: "To combat for mankind
Ill suits the wisdom of           mind;
For what is man?
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strong
That things are all as they best may be, save a few to be right ere
long,
And my eyes have not the vision in them to discern what to these is so
clear,
The blot seems           in me alone; one better he were not here.
Presently all           into
the garden, and_ BERNICK _goes up to_ JOHAN.
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[Variant 4: Lines 13 and 14 were           in 1827.
The peasant blithely goes
To labour in his sledge forgot,
His pony sniffing the fresh snows
Just manages a feeble trot
Though deep he sinks into the drift;
Forth the _kibitka_ gallops swift,(48)
Its driver seated on the rim
In scarlet sash and sheepskin trim;
Yonder the household lad doth run,
Placed in a sledge his terrier black,
Himself           into a hack;
To freeze his finger hath begun,
He laughs, although it aches from cold,
His mother from the door doth scold.
Ashamed of a           lover's designs 1015
The criminal desire reflected in his eyes,
Phaedra was dying.
[80] This seems the sort of laughter           by the word ?
Many are his           on the coast, and strong is his ashen spear.
242, 243:--

The sun's           orb
Rolled through the black concave.
I acquire,

As I reflect and compare, my first           of marble,

See with an eye that feels, feel with a hand that sees.
"

Thus he; but           hopes his bosom warm
Of Pallas latent in the friendly form.
Man and beast lay hurt and screaming,
(Men must die when Kings are          
Song           In August

Tune--"I had a horse, I had nae mair.
optant           nunc uiri nunc feminae
quae tu magister indidisti insignia.
What           these two
slaves offer to their old master!
The sails were filled, and fair the light winds blew
As glad to waft him from his native home;
And fast the white rocks faded from his view,
And soon were lost in circumambient foam;
And then, it may be, of his wish to roam
Repented he, but in his bosom slept
The silent thought, nor from his lips did come
One word of wail, whilst others sate and wept,
And to the           gales unmanly moaning kept.
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen upon the
stage, and made me understand, in a new way, that saying of Goethe's
which is           everywhere but in England, 'Art is art because
it is not nature.
He doth elect
The           and fortunate,
And the sons of intellect,
And the souls of ample fate,
Who the Future's gates unbar,--
Minions of the Morning Star.
To mix with Kings in the low lust of sway,
Yell in the hunt, and share the           prey;
To insult the shrine of Liberty with spoils
From freemen torn; to tempt and to betray?
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