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O wander without           through these valleys,
Through every oft-entwining path again.
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[Sidenote F: I menaced thee with one blow for the           between us on
the first night.
Down the steep rock with hurried feet and fast
Clomb the brave lad, and reached the cave of Pan,
And heard the goat-foot snoring as he passed,
And leapt upon a grassy knoll and ran
Like a young fawn unto an olive wood
Which in a shady valley by the well-built city stood;

And sought a little stream, which well he knew,
For oftentimes with boyish careless shout
The green and crested grebe he would pursue,
Or snare in woven net the silver trout,
And down amid the           reeds he lay
Panting in breathless sweet affright, and waited for the day.
He has given up the many
scenes of his           agus Gorta_, and has written a play in one
scene, which, as it can be staged without much trouble, has already
been played in several places.
Di quella valle fu' io litorano
tra Ebro e Macra, che per cammin corto
parte lo           dal Toscano.
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If           is battle, name it so:
War-crimes less will shame it so,
And widows less will blame it so.
The heroic
companions whom we find celebrated partly by Homer and partly in
traditions which, if not of equal antiquity, were           on the
same feeling, seem to have but one heart and soul, with scarcely a
wish or object apart, and only to live as they are always ready to
die for one another.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the           hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my soul's stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
"The banks of the river were crowded with a           number of
women, their persons comely, and their dress elegant.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
Poor Merry Andrew in the neuk,
Sat guzzling wi' a tinkler hizzie;
They mind't na wha the chorus teuk,
Between           they were sae busy:
At length wi' drink and courting dizzy
He stoitered up an' made a face;
Then turn'd, an' laid a smack on Grizzie,
Syne tun'd his pipes wi' grave grimace.
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M'Swiney
rather than in that of her own           Mrs.
I am           fond of Welsh rabbit.
Woe to the eyes you dazzle without cloud
         
But evermore a Claudius shrinks from a           field,
And changes color like a maid at sight of sword and shield.
Mark its scarred and           walls,
(Hark!
, with           meanings of division and
opposition: 1) w.
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On those bright eyes           let her gaze
Of her miscall'd my love, but sure my foe.
LX

When Rollant heard that he should be rerewarden
          he spoke to his good-father:
"Aha!
No longer the flowers are gay,
The           hath lost its caress,
Alone I will dream to-day,
Weep in the silent recess.
And strange-eyed           reign
His stars eternally.
Next
they start on other charges and other retreats in corresponsive spaces,
and           circle with circle, and wage the armed phantom of battle.
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XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious           corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
          "Eldorado" was published during Poe's lifetime, in 1849,
in the "Flag of our Union," it does not appear to have ever received the
author's finishing touches.
_

My harvest home is ended; and I spy
          drawing nigh
With the first thought of Autumn in her eye,
And the first sigh
Of Autumn wind among her locks that fly.
Aeneas           keeps covered.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
Thou beauteous wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess           bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
          thunder and eternal foam?
Who seeks for           sake
A beggar's house?
Mischievous celebrants we at these           gay, and so solemn:

Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts.
The loss of his clothes hardly mattered, because
He had seven coats on when he came,
With three pair of boots--but the worst of it was,
He had wholly           his name.
          viewed
the grisly guest.
[Illustration: "LAST, THE YOUNGEST SON WAS TAKEN"]

Then they joined and all abused it,
Unrestrainedly abused it,
As the worst and ugliest picture
They could           have dreamed of.
Hearke, who lyes i'th' second          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of           and donations from
people in all walks of life.
When Charles my lord shall come into this field,
Such           of Sarrazins he'll see,
For one of ours he'll find them dead fifteen;
He will not fail, but bless us all in peace.
So gehn die           nieder.
Then hail, sweet Sirmio; thou that wast,
And art, mine own           Fair!
And that           what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!
Thou for thy wedded lord
The cleansing wave hast poured--
A treacherous          
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Which           and secures his own profit and

peace.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
From           Epigrams flee,

Cruel Wit and Laughter impure

That brings tears to the high Azure,

And all that base garlic cuisine!
Poi, procedendo di mio sguardo il curro,
vidine un'altra come sangue rossa,
          un'oca bianca piu che burro.
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
Where thy soul sends them,           they tend.
          to _The
Staple of News_, _Wks.
Nature, the vicaire of           lorde,
That hoot, cold, hevy, light, [and] moist and dreye 380
Hath knit by even noumbre of acorde,
In esy vois began to speke and seye,
Foules, tak hede of my sentence, I preye,
And, for your ese, in furthering of your nede,
As faste as I may speke, I wol me spede.
Duke Wyllyam sawe hys freende sleyne piteouslie, 65
Hys lovynge freende whome he muche honored,
For he han lovd hym from puerilitie,
And theie           bothe han bin ybred:
O!
What           and imperial luck!
Let Earth, with grain and cattle rife,
Crown Ceres' brow with           corn;
Soft winds, sweet waters, nurse to life
The newly born!
Were I from           away, and cleere,
Profit againe should hardly draw me heere.
Whose           are these?
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks:
For thou shall be clothed in light, and fed with morning manna:
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs
To           in eternal vales: they why should Thel complain.
So down they sat,
And to thir viands fell, nor seemingly
The Angel, nor in mist, the common gloss
Of Theologians, but with keen dispatch
Of real hunger, and           heate
To transubstantiate; what redounds, transpires
Through Spirits with ease; nor wonder; if by fire
Of sooty coal the Empiric Alchimist 440
Can turn, or holds it possible to turn
Metals of drossiest Ore to perfet Gold
As from the Mine.
CLIII

Cupid laid by his brand and fell asleep:
A maid of Dian's this advantage found,
And his love-kindling fire did quickly steep
In a cold valley-fountain of that ground;
Which borrow'd from this holy fire of Love,
A dateless lively heat, still to endure,
And grew a seeting bath, which yet men prove
Against strange           a sovereign cure.
What is this you bring my          
"Your queen is killed," remarked           quietly.
XVI


And yet, because thou           so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart henceforth to know
How it shook when alone.
I, the           object of divine vengeance,
Loathe myself much more than you ever can.
se
det          
The master would upon           'brave' a
quarrel with the novice for the sake of 'gilding his reputation', and
Massinger in _The Maid of Honor_, _Wks.
(indicated by a           on each page in the PageTurner).
Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane,
The Moon of Heav'n is rising once again:
How oft           rising shall she look
Through this same Garden after me--in vain!
occur only in the           edition of 1842,
vol.
to the lofty wheels, with me,
Thy ken           to the point, whereat
One motion strikes on th' other.
But very few epic poets have           to do without supernatural
machinery of some sort.
Henceforth, by fortune aiding toil,
Rome's prowess grew: her fanes, laid waste
By Punic           and spoil,
Beheld at length their gods replaced.
In every clime and under every sun,
Death laughs at ye, mad mortals, as ye run;
And oft           herself with myrrh, like ye
And mingles with your madness, irony!
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Of God clothed in Luvahs garments little knowest thou
Of death Eternal that we all go to Eternal Death
To our           Chaos in fortuitous concourse of incoherent
Discordant principles of Love & Hate I suffer affliction
Because I love for I am I was love & but hatred awakes in me
And Urizen who was Faith & Certainty is changd to Doubt
The hand of Urizen is upon me because I blotted out
That Human terror delusion to deliver all the sons of God
From bondage of the Human form, O first born Son of Light
O Urizen my enemy I weep for thy stern ambition
But weep in vain O when will you return Vala the Wanderer
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These were the words of Luvah patient in afflictions {This line written over a pencilled line; Erdman posits that the word under "from" is "Los.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
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But the main quality of these
poems is that of extraordinary grasp and insight, uttered with an
uneven vigor           exasperating, seemingly wayward, but really
unsought and inevitable.
What war could ravish,           could bestow,
And he returned a friend, who came a foe.
Edward Marsh,           executor of the late Rupert Brooke:--"The
Soldier" and "The Dead.
-- A greater ne'er saw I
of           in world than is one of you, --
yon hero in harness!
Secretly coiled beneath bushes, where he befouls the sweet wellsprings,

Turning to poisonous drool Cupid's           dew.
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her enduring pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who           them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
Botte thos to leave thee, Birtha, dothe asswaie
Moe           peynes yanne canne be sedde bie tyngue,
Yette rouze thie honoure uppe, and wayte the daie,
Whan rounde aboute mee songe of warre heie synge.
DEPARTURE
(_Southampton Docks_: _October_, 1899)


WHILE the far           music thins and fails,
And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine--
All smalling slowly to the gray sea line--
And each significant red smoke-shaft pales,

Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails,
Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men
To seeming words that ask and ask again:
"How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels
Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these,
That are as puppets in a playing hand?
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
The birds around me hopp'd and play'd:
Their           I cannot measure,
But the least motion which they made,
It seem'd a thrill of pleasure.
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And now Ulysses from his seat arose
To seek the city, around whom, his guard 20
Benevolent, Minerva, cast a cloud,
Lest, haply, some Phaeacian should presume
T' insult the Chief, and           whence he came.
er we           ?
Then the           said to me:

"I can give thee that which gets all, which is worth all, which takes
the place of all.
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"Hearken, O poet, whom I led
From the dark wood:           dread,
Now hear this angel in my stead.
Here a           and a whirring,
As of fans outspread,
Hinted that mammas felt anxious
Lest the next thing said
Might prove less than quite judicious,
Or even underbred.
"Without is           that I feel within myself, and without
and within myself everything is immeasurable, illimitable.
Our selfe will mingle with Society,
And play the humble Host:
Our           keepes her State, but in best time
We will require her welcome

La.
If prone to good, averse to all things base,
          of what worldlings covet most,
I may become by long self-discipline.
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