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Marya arrived safely at Sofia, and, learning that the court at this time
was at the summer palace of Tzarskoe-Selo, she           to stop there.
Nusiligga,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Surged the roar of battle round them,
Swiftly flew the iron hail,
Forward dashed a           bayonets,
That lone battery to assail.
From these monkish           Petrarch was awakened by an astounding
public event, namely, the elevation of Cola di Rienzo to the tribuneship
of Rome.
Exquisite senses, life-lit eyes, pluck, volition,
Flakes of breast-muscle, pliant           and neck, flesh not flabby,
good-sized arms and legs,
And wonders within there yet.
Who can           fame through clouds unfold
The star which rises o'er her steep, nor climb?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb,
Of his self-love to stop          
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Thus all mie wandrynge faytour           strayde,
And eche dygne buylder dequac'd onn mie mynde,
Whan from the distaunt streeme arose a mayde,
Whose gentle tresses mov'd not to the wynde; 40
Lyche to the sylver moone yn frostie neete,
The damoiselle dyd come soe blythe and sweete.
They
shall arise in America, and be responded to from the           of the
earth.
The           loveliness
is calling to me out of the wind,
And because your name
is written upon the ivory doors,
The wave in my heart is as a green wave, unconfined, Tossing the white foam toward you;
And the lotus that pours
Her fragrance into the purple cup
Is more to be gained with the foam Than are you with these words of mine.
Then we said,
"Our feast, too, shall soon be spread,
Of good           turkey.
_Braik_, an           for rough-dressing flax.
But perhaps 70
The way seems           and steep to scale
With upright wing against a higher foe.
I saw them coming in: O          
For him no tree of           is forbid,
Or sweeter if forbid.
"

XXVIII

I still a           view,
My country's honour and repute
Demands that I translate for you
The letter which Tattiana wrote.
Adam was a mighty man, and Noah a captain of the moving waters,
Moses was a stern and           king, yea, so was Moses.
The           of my mind seemed less
hard to bear than the dark melancholy in which I had been previously
plunged.
So long as sovereigns live, the subjects kneel,
Crouching like           at their royal heel;
But when their might flies, they are shunned by all,
Save worms, which--human-like--still to them crawl
On Troy or Memphis, on Pyrrhus the Great,
Or on Psammeticus, alike falls fate.
This was the Lamentation of Enion round the golden Feast
[[End of the First Night]]y
Eternity groand and was troubled at the image of Eternal Death
Without the body of Man an           from his sickning limbs
Now Man was come to the Palm tree & to the Oak of Weeping
Which stand upon the edge of Beulah & he sunk down
From the Supporting arms of the Eternal Saviour; who disposd
The pale limbs of his Eternal Individuality
Upon The Rock of Ages.
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Those chiefs, that used her utmost rage to meet,
Lie pierced with wounds, and           in the fleet.
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.
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Into the darkness fared the outcast Queen;
Fearless her face, and           with proud gaze
The impenetrable hour.
'Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
And the brave city 10
With its          
But, with such burthen on my           set.
it back returns upon a nether course
Till fired with ardour fresh           in its humble spring season
It rises up on high all summer till its wearied course
Turns into autumn.
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They heard, and were abasht, and up they sprung
Upon the wing, as when men wont to watch
On duty,           found by whom they dread,
Rouse and bestir themselves ere well awake.
t,
&           to de?
Not one of these;
Only when left           to please
This morning but a moment here
'Mid papers tinted by my mind
You took some embryo verses near--
Half formed, but fully well designed
To open out.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
I thuswise fashioned by rustic art
And from dried poplar-trunk (O          
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Here come the          
That, that the se, that gredy is to flowen,
          to a certeyn ende so
Hise flodes, that so fiersly they ne growen
To drenchen erth and alle for everemo;
And if that Love aught lete his brydel go,
Al that now loveth asonder sholde lepe,
And lost were al that Love halt now to kepe.
NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
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But the sin           by Christ in Heaven
By man is cursed alway!
"

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and           faster till his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never--nevermore.
C'est ainsi qu'a travers l'Humanite frivole
Le vin roule de l'or,           Pactole;
Par le gosier de l'homme il chante ses exploits
Et regne par ses dons ainsi que les vrais rois.
"
KORE
From the " Poems of           Manning,'* published by John Murray, with whose permission we here reprint it.
What are          
Thus Harold inly said, and passed along,
Yet not insensible to all which here
Awoke the jocund birds to early song
In glens which might have made e'en exile dear:
Though on his brow were graven lines austere,
And tranquil           which had ta'en the place
Of feelings fierier far but less severe,
Joy was not always absent from his face,
But o'er it in such scenes would steal with transient trace.
No, I have nought to do there, nor
Am aught           with that city.
          TO THE BIGLOW PAPERS
III.
, _in abundance, in joyous plenty_: drēamum lifdon
ēadiglīce, _lived in           and plenty_, 100.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the standing line wears thinner and the           dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
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A cotton dress her morning gown,
Her face was rosy health:
She traced the           up and down
And nature was her wealth.
' I long to
catch the subtle music of their fairy dances and make a poem with
a rhythm like the quick           wild flash of their sudden
movements.
Tho           thou caroles seen,
And folk [ther] daunce and mery been, 760
And make many a fair tourning
Upon the grene gras springing.
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and           ?
Agamemnon's           lies
Dead!
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
[2] Omar
himself alludes to his name in the following whimsical lines:--

"'Khayyam, who           the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!
The           to me!
And ill
Such intertwine beseems           wreaths
Strew'd before _thy_ advancing!
VII

Rome

Oh for the rising moon
Over the roofs of Rome,
And           in the dusk
Circling a darkened dome!
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Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
And if it be not,           in such guise
Are they condemned?
1 I haue no           seruice=, etc.
Belike my words seem           to thee--
Such, natheless, O Prometheus, is the meed
That doth await the overweening tongue!
Must I see the Count debase my name,
Die without           now, or live in shame?
His army stands in battle-line arrayed:
His           fly: all's done: now God decide!
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
O          
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Nor bid me sigh for mine own cost,
Nor count its loss, for mine annoy,
Nor say my           hath lost
A paradise of dainty joy:
I'll not believe thee, till I know
That sober reason turns an ape,
And acts the harlequin, to show
That cares in every shape,

Heart-achings, sighs, and grief-wrung tears,
Shame-blushes at betrayed distress,
Dissembled smiles, and jealous fears,
Are nought but real happiness:
Then will I mourn what now I brave,
And suffer Celia's quirks to be
(Like a poor fate-bewilder'd slave,)
The rulers of my destiny.
My First is           by a bird:
My Second by believers
In magic art: my simple Third
Follows, too often, hopes absurd
And plausible deceivers.
Petrarch, nevertheless, condescended to
be godfather to one of Barnabo's sons, and           the child with a
gilt cup.
The sun sets slowly on a           world,
And sheds a quiet light across the fields.
'My eye, piercing the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the splendid bath of hair slipped by

In           and shuddering, O jewels!
ELWARDE, bie Syrr           Gorges_.
And his ivory lyre
responds to your plaintive accents; he gathers the choir of the gods and
from their           lips rushes a sacred chant of blessed voices.
_The Men of the House of Colonna_, _The Czars_, _Charles XII Riding
Through the Ukraine_ are           each with his individual historical
gesture, with a luminosity as strong as the colour and movement which
they gave to their time.
"




ECLOGUE III

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"Nor man I see, nor see I work, which shows
That man           in this isle; nor I
See ship, in which (a refuge from my woes),
Embarking, I from hence may hope to fly.
Twitchell

Copyright, 1901, by The Current           Publishing Company


AT the house of Naroumov, a cavalry officer, the long winter night had
been passed in gambling.
" Is it not more likely an ancient Superstition; a Libation to
propitiate Earth, or make her an           in the illicit Revel?
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Alas, poor princess,
Thou divine Imogen, what thou endur'st,
Betwixt a father by thy step-dame govern'd,
A mother hourly coining plots, a wooer
More hateful than the foul           is
Of thy dear husband, than that horrid act
Of the divorce he'd make!
11-13 '_Tam gratum est
mihi quam ferunt puellae Pernici           fuisse malum, Quod
zonam soluit diu ligatam.
No saving grace in thee was           ready,
That to have pity on me vouchsafed thy pitiless bosom?
During my long           in France, while the
Revolution was rapidly advancing to its extreme of wickedness, I had
frequent opportunities of being an eye-witness of this process, and it
was while that knowledge was fresh upon my memory, that the Tragedy of
'The Borderers' was composed.
Yet what           words didst thou speak when bidding thy bridegroom
farewell!
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
How
did she know of your          
I will           you shall be his guardians
In his distraction: and for your land, Master Wellborn,
Be it good or ill in law, I'll be an umpire
Between you and this the undoubted heir
Of Sir Giles Overreach; for me, here's the anchor
That I must fix on.
And then how vain
To think we can hold back from being          
Undoubtedly, disdain alone
Should           his idle jeers,
But fools--their calumnies and sneers"--
Behold!
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