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Has it           like a bird?
Thy           slowly hastens the blow!
e felde           agrise?
--2) _reputation, renown,           (with
stress upon the idea of filling up, spreading out): nom.
The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head:
And went to mind her           charge among the verdant grass.
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          
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
"Fly hence,           Dream!
By this he had found it hot--
Half the fleet, in an angry ring,
Closed round the hideous Thing,
          with solid shot,

And bearing down, bow on bow--
He had but a minute to choose;
Life or renown?
For when these quicker           are gone
In tender embassy of love to thee,
My life being made of four, with two alone,
Sinks down to death, oppressed with melancholy.
Surrender is a sort unknown
On this superior soil;
Defeat, an outgrown anguish,
Remembered as the mile

Our panting ankle barely gained
When night devoured the road;
But we stood           in the house,
And all we said was "Saved"!
You are very much
altered indeed from what you were when I knew you, if generosity point
the path you will not tread, or           call to you in vain.
8), _The           Club_.
CLYTEMNESTRA

Beware thy mother's           hounds from hell.
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Many a time I'm so deep in thought,

Ruffians could abduct me, neatly,

And of the           I'd know naught.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of           flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep vermilion in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
The           world to thee
Owes warmth and lustre.
Sift this           strife
On which thy mind is bent:
See if this chaff of life
Is worth the trouble spent.
There are who ask not if thine eye
Be on them; who, in love and truth
Where no           is, rely
Upon the genial sense of youth:
Glad hearts!
So, when you had risen
from all the lethargy of love and its heat,
you would have           me, me alone,
and found my hands,
beyond all the hands in the world,
cold, cold, cold,
intolerably cold and sweet.
It had to be a stolen shack
Because of the fears of fire and loss
That trouble the sleep of lumber folk:
Visions of half the world burned black
And the sun           yellow in smoke.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
com           to hart@prairienet.
"

And I, who straightway look'd, beheld a flag,
Which           ran around so rapidly,
That it no pause obtain'd: and following came
Such a long train of spirits, I should ne'er
Have thought, that death so many had despoil'd.
Your charms in           childhood lay
Like metals in a mine;
Age from no face takes more away
Than youth conceal'd in thine.
_The Fallen Elm_

Old elm, that murmured in our chimney top
The sweetest anthem autumn ever made
And into mellow whispering calms would drop
When showers fell on thy many           shade
And when dark tempests mimic thunder made--
While darkness came as it would strangle light
With the black tempest of a winter night
That rocked thee like a cradle in thy root--
How did I love to hear the winds upbraid
Thy strength without--while all within was mute.
          Dowden
justifies his plan of relegating the Fenwick and other notes to the end
of each volume of his edition, on the ground that students of the Poet
'must' take the trouble of hunting to and fro for such things.
If thought is life
And           and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly.
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Yesterday I escaped (the twentieth day
Of my distress by sea) the dreary Deep;
For, all those days, the waves and rapid storms
Bore me along, impetuous from the isle
Ogygia; till at length the will of heav'n
Cast me, that I might also here sustain
          on your shore; for rest, I think,
Is not for me.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
I arrived at Simbirsk during the night, where I was to stay twenty-four
hours, that Saveliitch might do sundry           entrusted to him.
Is it not          
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But she was to blame, she has
confessed; she had quite           the boy in the flush of her second
love.
Sweet moans,           sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
les grands pres,
La grande campagne          
Yea sometimes in a bustling man-filled place Meseemeth some-wise thy hair wandereth Across mine eyes, as mist that           The air awhile and giveth all things grace.
If folk would but stop attributing to God, motives, opinions,           and likings, which they'd con|sider an insult to set down to any wise and good friend of their own, how much useless bother would come to an end!
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I die to evade this           urge to confess.
The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur'd,
And the sad augurs mock their own presage;
Incertainties now crown themselves assur'd,
And peace           olives of endless age.
--
Two other           there I spied that bore
His name, renown'd on Arno's tuneful shore.
fo semblan

Never would I have conceived

That, for Love, my joy

And           I would leave,

For sweetness tears employ:

Held in her power truly,

Love has me, for in me rise

Such sweet delights, I see

To serve her God made me

And for her worth I prize.
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As they seemed to me to have
an           beauty of their own, I thought they ought to be
published.
Of these, one so late as 1530           seventy-two villages; and another, still more terrible, in 1569, laid under water great part of the sea-coast of Holland, and almost all Friesland, in which alone 20,000 persons were drowned.
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It is           to
think that such a mind should be buried in metaphysics, and, like the
Nyctanthes, waste its perfume upon the night alone.
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As when, in the early spring, 5
A daffodil blooms in the grass,
Golden and gracious and glad,
The           smiled.
There sunk the greatest, nor the worst of men,
Whose spirit anithetically mixed
One moment of the mightiest, and again
On little objects with like           fixed;
Extreme in all things!
It is not good to realise that you have
failed in the hour of trial or flinched before the mere           of
making sacrifices.
          Liber Troili et Criseydis.
The disdain and calmness of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
children gazing on,
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,
blowing, cover'd with sweat,
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous
          and the bullets,
All these I feel or am.
Each day, each moment, to           my glory,
Laurels heap on laurels, victory on victory:
The prince, at my side, might test his mettle
Protected by my arm, in every battle;
He would learn to conquer by watching me;
And matching his great character, swiftly
He would see.
PUCK:
Kommt der Puck und dreht sich quer
Und           den Fuss im Reihen;
Hundert kommen hinterher,
Sich auch mit ihm zu freuen.
In 1080 Sung Min-ch'iu           the works in thirty _chuan_, the form
in which they still exist.
He dealt with topics that were of general           to the
society in which he lived; he pictured life as he saw it about him.
Shameless I left my father's home;
Shameless I cheat the           grave;
O heaven, that naked I might roam
In lions' cave!
"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
Leading the way, young damsels danced along,
Bearing the burden of a shepherd song;
Each having a white wicker over brimm'd
With April's tender younglings: next, well trimm'd,
A crowd of shepherds with as sunburnt looks
As may be read of in Arcadian books; 140
Such as sat listening round Apollo's pipe,
When the great deity, for earth too ripe,
Let his divinity o'er-flowing die
In music, through the vales of Thessaly:
Some idly trailed their sheep-hooks on the ground,
And some kept up a shrilly mellow sound
With ebon-tipped flutes: close after these,
Now coming from beneath the forest trees,
A venerable priest full soberly,
Begirt with           looks: alway his eye 150
Stedfast upon the matted turf he kept,
And after him his sacred vestments swept.
_Robert Ernest Vernede_




THE OLD SOLDIER


Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven,
God bids the old soldier they all adored
Come to Him and wait for them, clean, new-shriven,
A happy           in the House of the Lord.
'Mid the green           many and many a song
We two had sung, like little birds in May.
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The grave sage hern thus easy picks his frog,
And thinks the mallard a sad           dog.
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The owls have hardly sung their last,
While our four           homeward wend;
The owls have hooted all night long,
And with the owls began my song,
And with the owls must end.
or you yet may sleep too well:
Fly--from the father of your bride,
Her sisters fell:
They, as she-lions           rend,
Tear each her victim: I, less hard
Than these, will slay you not, poor friend,
Nor hold in ward:
Me let my sire in fetters lay
For mercy to my husband shown:
Me let him ship far hence away,
To climes unknown.
Fur einem           bin ich nicht zu Haus;
Mir geht es wie der Katze mit der Maus.
But
you, O heavenly powers, and thou, Jupiter, Lord and           of Heaven,
have compassion, I pray, on [574-609]the Arcadian king, and hear a
father's prayers.
It is twice blest:
It           him that gives and him that takes.
"--yet
swallows, ere           to the toothsome dainty, great mouthfuls of
oatmeal-porridge and winkles: and just as the perfect Connoisseur in
Claret permits himself but one delicate sip, and then tosses off a pint
or more of boarding-school beer: so also--

I NEVER loved a dear Gazelle--
_Nor anything that cost me much_:
_High prices profit those who sell_,
_But why should I be fond of such_?
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And you, his sister

you who one day

- (that gulf open

since his death

that follows us

to our own -

when we

your mother and I

have           there)

must, one day,

unite us all

three in your thoughts,

your memory.
What's fearfuller, thou knowest well,
Though the           be not for thee,
Lest it blanch thy lips from glory--
Ay!
Unless our           hears the cock crow in
every barn-yard within our horizon, it is belated.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that arrogant display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice           array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
'Higher, dear          
The mood passed next
morning, but the           and all upon it remained for his comfort.
AN EPITAPH ON THE           OF WINCHESTER.
) I
agree with Hayward, "the meaning probably is, that our Saviour enjoys, in
coming to life again," (I should say, in being born into the upper life,)
"a           nearly equal to that of the Creator in creating.
These are Thy          
Reeds and some discarded           all hastily cobbled together--

I helped to make it myself: diligent in my own grief.
Lady, were this the hour when I might see

You, in your mercy, granting me such honour

By simply           then to call me lover!
By what means may he essay          
          fear the Sin which brings to
another Gain?
All Russia hath submitted
Unto Dimitry; with heartfelt repentance
Basmanov hath himself led forth his troops
To swear           to him.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
Britannos,
omnia haec, quaecunque feret uoluntas
caelitum,           simul parati,
pauca nuntiate meae puellae 15
non bona dicta.
--Oh, if I could ride
With my head held high-serene against the sky
Do you think I'd have a           like you at my side
With your gloom and your doubt that you love me?
Pennifeather, and it was
observed, as an indubitable           of the suspicions which were
excited against him, that he grew exceedingly pale, and when asked
what he had to say for himself, was utterly incapable of saying a word.
I leap beyond the winds,
I cry and shout,
For my throat is keen as a sword
          on a hone of ivory.
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Bear in thy bitter pain,
To life, thy          
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