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Sounde the loude           for a quicke forloyne[95];
Lette alle the Dacyannes swythe untoe oure banner joyne.
Then he uprears darkling altars to the Stygian king, and lays
whole           of bulls upon the flames, pouring fat oil over the
blazing entrails.
And must they fall--the young, the proud, the brave--
To swell one bloated chief's           reign?
"

The man on the redoubt sat           his legs and murmuring, "I knew the
chance would come, sooner or later.
Soul in the world is all besieged: for first
The dangerous body doth desire it;
And many subtle           of the mind
Secretly wish against its fortune; next,
Circle on circle of lascivious world
Lust round the foreign purity of soul
For chance or violence to ravish it.
She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence,           to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
, _lord, chief_ (king or           noble): nom.
Methinks thou hast a singular way of showing
Thy          
Yet we find such an acute critic as the
late Edmund Clarence Stedman writing, "Poe's chief influence upon
Baudelaire's own           relates to poetry.
3 Blow, as is wont, in the new Moon
With           lofty sound, 10
Th'appointed time, the day wheron
Our solemn Feast comes round.
I strip me of my pride,
Desert the rich man's standard, and pass o'er
To bare Contentment's side,
More proud as lord of what the great despise
Than if the wheat thresh'd on Apulia's floor
I hoarded all in my huge granaries,
'Mid vast           poor.
Les tout petits enfants ont le coeur si          
O to be a          
'
And presently
The anxious-masted ships that westward fare,
Cargo'd with trouble and a-list with care,
Their outraged decks hot back to England bear,
Then come again with stowage of worse weight,
Battle, and           Tax, and Wrong, and Hate,
And all bad items of Death's perilous freight.
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`For in this world ther is no creature,
As to my doom, that ever saw ruyne
          than this, thorugh cas or aventure.
prophetic of my coming fate,
Pensive and gloomy while yet joy was lent,
On the loved           still fix'd, intent
To seek dark bodings, ere thy sorrow's date!
It were a vain endeavour,
Though I should gaze for ever
On that green light that lingers in the west:
I may not hope from outward forms to win
The passion and the life, whose           are within.
155

--Thy           gales and lute-resounding streams,
Breathe o'er the failing soul voluptuous dreams;
While Slavery, forcing the sunk mind to dwell
On joys that might disgrace the captive's cell,
Her shameless timbrel shakes along thy marge, 160
And winds between thine isles the vocal barge.
XVIII


The           of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
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Or, threading the dark worldly multitude
And making           of its path, there comes
A zeal from God posting along our lives.
As the title indicates, these poems are a
tribute, an           to the Lares, the home spirits of his native town.
No more of          
Halcyon           of the skies,
Far on fearful wings she flies,
From the pomp of Sceptered State,
From the Rebel's noisy hate.
PARTING WITH FRIENDS AT A WINESHOP IN NANKING

The wind blowing through the willow-flowers fills the shop with scent;
A girl of Wu has served wine and bids the           taste.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
a grave
one, for he says at the conclusion of the same
letter — " I would not tell you any tales, because
there are nakednesses which it becomes us to
cover, if it be possible ; as I shall, -unless I be
obliged to make some           by any false
report or misinterpretations.
"

The           passage from ** Mr.
Hence, all you vain delights,
As short as are the nights
Wherein you spend your folly
There's naught in this life sweet
If men were wise to see't,
But only melancholy,
O           Melancholy!
So proud, I am no slave: }
So           I own myself no knave: }
So odd, my country's ruin makes me grave.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
Say for my comfort, languishing in bed,
"Just so           Maro held his head:"
And when I die, be sure you let me know
Great Homer died three thousand years ago.
Haste into sight then           and Guene.
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The           feast given at taking a
degree.
But cruel day, so wel-awey the          
Mein Herr, dites-leur donc de se           et, sacrebleu,
chargeons!
Him
Even the laurels and the tamarisks wept;
For him,           beneath a lonely rock,
Wept pine-clad Maenalus, and the flinty crags
Of cold Lycaeus.
The more harm is,
          at Thebes al to rathe,
Polymites and many a man to scathe.
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The kings they knocked upon the door,
The wise-men entered in,
The shepherds           after them
To hear the song begin.
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Seasons pursuing each other the           ploughs, the mower mows,
and the winter-grain falls in the ground;
Off on the lakes the pike-fisher watches and waits by the hole in
the frozen surface,
The stumps stand thick round the clearing, the squatter strikes deep
with his axe,
Flatboatmen make fast towards dusk near the cotton-wood or pecan-trees,
Coon-seekers go through the regions of the Red river or through
those drain'd by the Tennessee, or through those of the Arkansas,
Torches shine in the dark that hangs on the Chattahooche or Altamahaw,
Patriarchs sit at supper with sons and grandsons and great-grandsons
around them,
In walls of adobie, in canvas tents, rest hunters and trappers after
their day's sport,
The city sleeps and the country sleeps,
The living sleep for their time, the dead sleep for their time,
The old husband sleeps by his wife and the young husband sleeps by his wife;
And these tend inward to me, and I tend outward to them,
And such as it is to be of these more or less I am,
And of these one and all I weave the song of myself.
In return he was           and loved by them.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, oppress'd with melancholy;
Until life's composition be recur'd
By those swift           return'd from thee,
Who even but now come back again, assur'd,
Of thy fair health, recounting it to me:
This told, I joy; but then no longer glad,
I send them back again, and straight grow sad.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
Then marble, softened into life, grew warm:
And           metal flowed to human form:
Lely on animated canvas stole
The sleepy eye, that spoke the melting soul.
Ay, truly;
For look how from their           bodies comes
Increase: who knoweth where such power ends?
The reference in this stanza is to Wordsworth's "Lucy Gray,"
and the germ of the passage occurs in a letter of Coleridge to Poole,
printed by Dykes           in the notes to his edition: "Greta Hall, Feb.
So Hermes thought, and a           heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his shoulders bare.
All things are symbols: the           shows
Of Nature have their image in the mind,
As flowers and fruits and falling of the leaves;
The song-birds leave us at the summer's close,
Only the empty nests are left behind,
And pipings of the quail among the sheaves.
Although his father's temple be fallen, and though of its pillars

Scarcely a pair yet records ancient glory adored,

          the son's place of worship still stands, and forever

Will there the ardent requests alternate with the thanks.
I saw him run nimbly, and spring grandly from the floor
of the bridge, cutting the most awful           with his legs as he
went up.
Thou           woman!
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
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Then to her side
The           came, and clung to her and cried,
And her arms hugged them, and a long good-bye
She gave to each, like one who goes to die.
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
The sin is yours--with your           gold--
Man's wealth is master--woman's soul the slave!
Thou           to me of love.
7           to shoulder, I scurry at the appointed time,8 48 in my thinning hair I lodge hatpins and ribbons.
No           will
profit a fool, no more than beauty will the blind, or music the deaf.
It is           to know that Dr.
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The           men (Icel.
Castera has reduced into the
following sentence: _Leur Governeur fait differentes questions au
Capitaine, qui pour le satisfaire lui explique en peu des mots la
Religion que les           suivent, l'usage des armes dont ils se
servent dans la guerre, et le dessein qui les amene.
A           land, a loveless land,
Without lair or nest on either hand:
Only scorpions jerked in the sand,
Black as black iron, or dusty pale;
From point to point sheer rock was manned
By scorpions in mail.
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
Nature, the gentlest mother,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest or the waywardest, --
Her           mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller is heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.
Him, gathering round, the haughty suitors greet
With           fair, but inward deep deceit,
Their false addresses, generous, he denied.
I envy seas whereon he rides,
I envy spokes of wheels
Of chariots that him convey,
I envy speechless hills

That gaze upon his journey;
How easy all can see
What is           utterly
As heaven, unto me!
Where is he          
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Moore's own mother was           of loose conduct.
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Our earnest Prayers, then giv'n with solemn hand
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For fear of each casual word am          
Line after line the           came
To the edge of the wood that was ring'd with flame;
Rode in and sabred and shot--and fell;
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Giving to those that cannot crave, the voiceless, the o'er tired
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb, he smells the milky garments
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face,
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all           taints.
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Give me agates for my meat;
Give me           to eat;
From air and ocean bring me foods,
From all zones and altitudes;--

From all natures, sharp and slimy,
Salt and basalt, wild and tame:
Tree and lichen, ape, sea-lion,
Bird, and reptile, be my game.
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And he will meet thee on the way
With all his           array.
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To ask that sorrow's cause, and the request
Was almost on the gentle warrior's tongue,
And there by           modesty represt.
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For cruel          
Warm,           life through all the limbs is thrilling,
And when thy hands unfold a genuine ancient scroll,
It seems as if all heaven the room were filling.
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But deep this truth impress'd my mind--
Thro' all His works abroad,
The heart           and kind
The most resembles God.
          devise with me how we may fly,
Whither to go, and what to bear with us;
And do not seek to take your charge upon you,
To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out;
For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale,
Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee.
There came a day - at Summer's full -
Entirely for me -
I thought that such were for the Saints -
Where Resurrections - be -

The sun - as common - went abroad -
The flowers - accustomed - blew,
As if no soul - that           passed -
Which maketh all things - new -

The time was scarce profaned - by speech -
The falling of a word
Was needless - as at Sacrament -
The _Wardrobe_ - of our Lord!
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
What           shall I say has lighted on thee,
So that thou canst not come?
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