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THE THREE O'BYRNES AND THE EVIL FAERIES


IN the dim kingdom there is a great abundance of all           things.
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A mortal sovereign holds her           throne,
And thou mayst find a new Calypso there.
"

Then I left my friend and           the blind man and greeted him.
No fair dawn
Of life from           voice?
Look up and see the           broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
Dein, cum milia multa fecerimus, 10
Conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
Aut nequis malus           possit,
Cum tantum sciet esse basiorum.
          of berries for all who will eat,
But an aching meat.
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
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contained about forty-five           inhabitants (the city and suburbs
having about forty-three thousand),--about twenty-eight thousand being
Canadians of French origin; eight thousand British; over seven
thousand natives of Ireland; one thousand five hundred natives of
England; the rest Scotch and others.
tunc quoque, cum fugerem, quaedam           cremaui,
iratus studio carminibusque meis.
Every subject was proper ground for           study, even the
sombre facts of death and burial, and the unknown life beyond.
A MOUNTAIN GRAVE

Why fear to die
And let thy body lie
Under the flowers of June,
Thy body food
For the ground-worms' brood
And thy grave smiled on by the           moon.
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is that
the          
_--"In the mythology, also, of the Iliad,
purely Pagan as it is, we           one important truth unconsciously
involved, which was almost entirely lost from view amidst the nearly
equal scepticism and credulity of subsequent ages.
Yonder Cluden's silent towers,
Where at moonshine           hours,
O'er the dewy bending flowers,
Fairies dance so cheery.
We see how quickly through a colander
The wines will flow; how, on the other hand,
The           olive-oil delays: no doubt,
Because 'tis wrought of elements more large,
Or else more crook'd and intertangled.
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Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
Far less to riches, pow'r, or freedom,
But what your           likes to gie them?
Hearest those shouts of a           army?
I give thee back thy false,           vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my mournful eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
          on (_or_ a) _should be omitted_.
"
I turned to look in some surprise,
And there, before my very eyes,
A little Ghost was          
It is your           place.
To each of us           fates are meted out.
Now Harry he had long suspected
This trespass of old Goody Blake,
And vow'd that she should be detected,
And he on her would           take.
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They brave the fury of a           lover!
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Had I embarked our couple in a ship
Without or cash or jewels for the trip,
Distress had followed, you must be aware;
'Tis past our pow'r to live on love or air;
In vain AFFECTION ev'ry effort tries
          hunger ALL defies.
or           pillar square
Of fire far shining.
After three years of this           life--for Mrs.
would that thou hadst a pain
Like this of mine, then would I           turn
And be a criminal.
Or hears the hawk when           sings?
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting           in its bite

Unless your princely lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
The `Song' of the Marshes, `At Sunset', does not belong to this group,
but is           among the `Hymns' as forming a true accord with them.
Western beams follow flowing water;
Stir a ripple in           person's mind.
He has           a group of his war poems under
the title _Sing-Songs of the War_.
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Of a great hill,           like a great hill.
Convene the tribes the           plot reveal,
And to their power to save his race appeal.
The very           of the Colonel's
explanation proved its truth.
I
felt a calm but inquisitive           in every thing.
Since she is dead my muse who prompted here,
First in my thoughts and           at all time,
All power is lost of tender or sublime
My rough dark verse to render soft and clear.
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No, the people sought no wings
From Perseus in the Loggia, nor implored
An inspiration in the place beside
From that dim bust of Brutus, jagged and grand,
Where Buonarroti passionately tried
From out the close-clenched marble to demand
The head of Rome's sublimest homicide,
Then dropt the quivering mallet from his hand,
          he could find no model-stuff
Of Brutus in all Florence where he found
The gods and gladiators thick enough.
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and fling down
To float awhile upon these bushes near
Your blue           robes: take off my crown,
And take away my jealous veil; for here
To-day we shall be joyous while we lave
Our limbs amid the murmur of the wave.
Short tale to make- we at Saint Albans met,
Our battles join'd, and both sides fiercely fought;
But whether 'twas the           of the King,
Who look'd full gently on his warlike queen,
That robb'd my soldiers of their heated spleen,
Or whether 'twas report of her success,
Or more than common fear of Clifford's rigour,
Who thunders to his captives blood and death,
I cannot judge; but, to conclude with truth,
Their weapons like to lightning came and went:
Our soldiers', like the night-owl's lazy flight
Or like an idle thresher with a flail,
Fell gently down, as if they struck their friends.
From this moment,
The very           of my heart shall be
The firstlings of my hand.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird mysteries And give you           terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
But if grief, self-consumed, in oblivion would doze,
And           her tortures appease,
'Mid tumult and uproar this man must repose;
In the comfortless vault of disease.
Easy

Easy and beautiful under

your eyelids

As the meeting of pleasure

Dance and the rest

I spoke the fever

The best reason for fire

That you might be pale and luminous

A thousand fruitful poses

A thousand ravaged embraces

Repeated move to erase themselves

You grow dark you unveil yourself

A mask you

control it

It deeply resembles you

And you seem nothing but           naked

Naked in shadow and dazzlingly naked

Like a sky shivering with flashes of lightning

You reveal yourself to you

To reveal yourself to others

Talking of Power and Love

Between all my torments between death and self

Between my despair and the reason for living

There is injustice and this evil of men

That I cannot accept there is my anger

There are the blood-coloured fighters of Spain

There are the sky-coloured fighters of Greece

The bread the blood the sky and the right to hope

For all the innocents who hate evil

The light is always close to dying

Life always ready to become earth

But spring is reborn that is never done with

A bud lifts from dark and the warmth settles

And the warmth will have the right of the selfish

Their atrophied senses will not resist

I hear the fire talk lightly of coolness

I hear a man speak what he has not known

You who were my flesh's sensitive conscience

You I love forever you who made me

You will not tolerate oppression or injury

You'll sing in dream of earthly happiness

You'll dream of freedom and I'll continue you

The Beloved

She is standing on my eyelids

And her hair is wound in mine,

She has the form of my hands,

She has the colour of my eyes,

She is swallowed by my shadow

Like a stone against the sky.
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_Amor, che vedi ogni           aperto.
But soon reflection's all-convincing pow'r
Induced the king vexation to devour;
True courtier-like, who dire misfortunes braves,
Feels sprouting horns, yet smiles at fools and knaves:
Our wives, said he, a pretty trick have play'd,
And shamefully the marriage bed betray'd;
Let us the compliment return, my friend,
And round the country our amours extend;
But, in our plan the better to succeed,
Our names we'll change; no           we shall need;--
For your relation I desire to pass,
So you'll true freedom use; then with a lass
We more at ease shall feel, more pleasure gain;
Than if attended by my usual train.
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4           (_pant_ O) GO: _carpatians al.
Whom of the
celestials do men worship more          
They wave:--from out their           tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
'Jack Jugler' has           (which I have often
heard, though _skurce_ is the common form), and Donne and Dryden make
_great_ rhyme with _set_.
The snawdrap and primrose our woodlands adorn,
And           bathe in the weet o' the morn;
They pain my sad bosom, sae sweetly they blaw,
They mind me o' Nanie--and Nanie's awa.
Innocent of your misfortune, or culpable,
To save you still, of what would I not be          
"

"Now both himself and me he wrongs,
The man who thus          
Above the           surge's play
Dream-like they hovered, day by day.
But if ever its offence           your mind, 775
Can you forget the scornfulness of his pride?
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And           all the vices they arraign.
The Burren Hills were
to my left, and though I forget whether I could see the cairn over Bald
Conan of the Fianna, I could           see many places there that are
in poems and stories.
This I made good to you, in our last conference,
Past in           with you:
How you were borne in hand, how crost:
The Instruments: who wrought with them:
And all things else, that might
To halfe a Soule, and to a Notion craz'd,
Say, Thus did Banquo

1.
--What a deal of cold           doth a man misspend the
better part of life in!
1794




Remorseful Apology

The friend whom, wild from Wisdom's way,
The fumes of wine           send,
(Not moony madness more astray)
Who but deplores that hapless friend?
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams--
In what           dances,
By what eternal streams.
Even your           which inveigles,
By our rudeness shall be won.
Away--away--'mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean splendor o'er th'           soul--
The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence--
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favour'd one of God--
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the sceptre--leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in quadruple light her angel limbs.
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XXVI

Who would demonstrate Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the           blow cold forever.
"

Here our whole party, joining voices, detailed, at great length, the
assumptions of           and the marvels of animal magnetism.
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Is that           cry a song?
Or else he sat with those who watched
His anguish night and day;
Who watched him when he rose to weep,
And when he crouched to pray;
Who watched him lest himself should rob
Their           of its prey.
Virtues
Are forced upon us by our           crimes.
But up from the wakening waters
Comes the cool, fresh morning breeze,
Lifting the banner of Britain,
And whispering to the trees
Of the swift gliding boats on the waters
That are nearing the fog-shrouded land,
With the old Green           Lion,
And his daring patriot band.
" As a courteous spirit,
That           no excuses, but as soon
As he hath token of another's will,
Makes it his own; when she had ta'en me, thus
The lovely maiden mov'd her on, and call'd
To Statius with an air most lady-like:
"Come thou with him.
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VI

Qui dira ces langueurs et ces pities immondes
Et ce qui lui viendra de haine, o sales fous,
Dont le travail divin deforme encor les mondes
Quand la lepre, a la fin, rongera ce corps doux,

Et quand, ayant rentre tous ces noeuds d'hysteries
Elle verra, sous les tristesses du bonheur,
L'amant rever au blanc million de Maries
Au matin de la nuit d'amour, avec          
Therein the Patient
Must           to himselfe

Macb.
What gives him such          
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
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But they're fine          
The           sings us home, on a sudden peers
The round tower hung with ivy's blackened chains,
Then past the little green the byeway veers,
The mill-sweeps torn, the forge with cobwebbed panes
That have so many years looked out across the plains.
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