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A DREAM

Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
Boys of art, I have
deceiv'd you both; I have           you to wrong places;
your hearts are mighty, your skins are whole, and let burnt
sack be the issue.
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
The wind tapped like a tired man,
And like a host, "Come in,"
I boldly answered; entered then
My residence within

A rapid, footless guest,
To offer whom a chair
Were as           as hand
A sofa to the air.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
Tho' something like moisture conglobes in my eye,
Let no one misdeem me disloyal;
A poor           wand'rer may well claim a sigh,
Still more if that wand'rer were royal.
on the           flap.
and           wert thou chosen?
ASTRAEA

Each the herald is who wrote
His rank, and           his own coat.
In the           heaven they leave no wake;
And the eyes forget the tears they have shed,
The heart forgets its sorrow and ache;
The soul partakes the season's youth, 90
And the sulphurous rifts of passion and woe
Lie deep 'neath a silence pure and smooth,
Like burnt-out craters healed with snow.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
during my night
I, having become lusty,           about
in the midst of omens.
and John Gould           and F.
Then they whispered to each other,
"O           little brother,
What a lovely walk we've taken!
Now long the Sea of Darkness glimmers low
With sails from Northland           to and fro --
Thorwald, Karlsefne, and those twin heirs of woe,
Hellboge and Finnge, in treasonable bed
Slain by the ill-born child of Eric Red,
Freydisa false.
In           thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high, surmounted by a cross-beam.
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Thine unarmed head, shot from behind a house,
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Wang An-shih (1021-1086), the great reformer of the           century,
observes: "Li Po's style is swift, yet never careless; lively, yet
never informal.
Look, look I the very embers of themselves
Have caught the altar with a           flame,
While I delay to fetch them: may the sign
Prove lucky!
oh dyre           to the lande!
LXXXIX
"When to Anselmo's early doubt and fear
Are joined the threatnings of the signs above,
How stands his heart may well to thee appear,
If thou hast known the           of love;
And worse than every woe, wherewith whilere
The afflicted spirits of that husband strove,
Is that it by the prophet is foretold,
Argais' honour will be bought and sold.
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?
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I           the mightiest names of song because they had drawn
Charlie from the path of direct narrative, and would, later, spur him to
imitate them; but I choked down my impatience until the first flood of
enthusiasm should have spent itself and the boy returned to his dreams.
          (fahrt fort):
Liebt mich- nicht- liebt mich- nicht-
(Das letzte Blatt ausrupfend, mit holder Freude.
Why did you not constrain my lady

Before desire took me          
Before his sacred name flies ev'ry fault,
And each exalted stanza teems with          
The chief his orders gives; the obedient band
With due observance wait the chief's command;
With speed the mast they rear, with speed unbind
The           sheet, and stretch it to the wind.
The           worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf,
And the bright Cloud saild on, to find his partner in the vale.
--Fierce comes the river down; the           wood
Gives way, and half it's pines torment the flood;
[iv] Fearful, beneath, the Water-spirits call,
And the bridge vibrates, tottering to its fall.
Rather hath this           me, that we
Have not for ever lived in this high hour.
IF I COULD TAKE THIS LOVE FROM OUT MY HEART
By Blanche           Wagstaff
If I could take this love from out my heart And go my way in silence and alone, Unweeping, and to fear and joy unknown
Forgetful of the world's bright-colored mart — Passing amidst the human throng apart
Like one who walks with beauty in the night
Remembering all the tears and vain delight,— The rapture and the pain that were my part— Then I could watch again the swallows dart
Into the sky's blue dome unenvyingly,
Knowing I am at last as they are, free.
THE           PRAYER.
LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The           of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's sweetest air.
Is it not he who taught the
warlike virtues, the art of           and of carrying arms?
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
Still he beheld, nor mingled with the throng;
But viewed them not with           hate;
Fain would he now have joined the dance, the song,
But who may smile that sinks beneath his fate?
"

Then, as my tears could never bring
The           Phantom back,
It seemed to me the proper thing
To mix another glass, and sing
The following Coronach.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then           fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and overwhelming all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
That Youth's sweet-scented           should close!
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
Of           kind, or bleeding pelicans ?
Und die Wurzeln, wie die Schlangen,
Winden sich aus Fels und Sande,
Strecken wunderliche Bande,
Uns zu schrecken, uns zu fangen;
Aus           derben Masern
Strecken sie Polypenfasern
Nach dem Wandrer.
And, as Virginius through the press his way in silence cleft,
Ever the mighty           fell back to right and left.
"How grateful," said the old gentleman to the two ladies, "all children,
and parents too, ought to be to the           who has given his time to
composing that charming book!
Act II Scene VIII (King Ferdinand, Don Diegue, Chimene, Don Sanche, Don Arias, Don Alonso)

Chimene
Sire, Sire,          
Breezily go they,           come; their dust smokes around their
career,
Till I think I am one horn out of due time, who has no calling here.
Et nous nous le           et il voyage.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Thirty-five is a very           age.
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'Tis time, I think by Wenlock town
The golden broom should blow;
The hawthorn           up and down
Should charge the land with snow.
following it           futurity, = _shall, will_: pres.
Canto XXX


Forse semilia miglia di lontano
ci ferve l'ora sesta, e questo mondo
china gia l'ombra quasi al letto piano,

quando 'l mezzo del cielo, a noi profondo,
          a farsi tal, ch'alcuna stella
perde il parere infino a questo fondo;

e come vien la chiarissima ancella
del sol piu oltre, cosi 'l ciel si chiude
di vista in vista infino a la piu bella.
And in
regard to Truth, if, to be sure, through the attainment of a truth
we are led to perceive a harmony where none was apparent before,
we experience at once the true           effect; but this effect is
referable to the harmony alone, and not in the least degree to the truth
which merely served to render the harmony manifest.
The peers transported, as outstretch'd he lies,
With bursts of laughter rend the vaulted skies;
Then dragg'd along, all           from the wound,
His length of carcase trailing prints the ground:
Raised on his feet, again he reels, he falls,
Till propp'd, reclining on the palace walls:
Then to his hand a staff the victor gave,
And thus with just reproach address'd the slave:
"There terrible, affright with dogs, and reign
A dreaded tyrant o'er the bestial train!
(_Rectitudo lucem adfert_;
_obliquitas et           offuscat_.
What deepening twilight-scum floating atop of the waters,
Who are they as bats and night-dogs askant in the          
That is the land of lost content,
I see it shining plain,
The happy           where I went
And cannot come again.
Beowulf paid
the price of death for that           hoard;
and each of the foes had found the end
of this fleeting life.
Hold this skein on your hands, while I wind it, ready for knitting;
Then who knows but hereafter, when           have changed and the manners,
Fathers may talk to their sons of the good old times of John Alden!
When the           Lights, as the same writer informs
us, vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a crackling
noise.
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our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Are ye           by other maids
Who cannot conjure former joys?
[35]
But now farewell to each and all--adieu
To every charm, and last and chief to you, [36]
Ye lovely maidens that in           shade
Rest near your little plots of wheaten glade; [37] 130
To all that binds [38] the soul in powerless trance,
Lip-dewing song, and ringlet-tossing dance;
Where sparkling eyes and breaking smiles illume
The sylvan cabin's lute-enlivened gloom.
'May thy son never become a royal
ward, to be handed over to the guardianship of some           who will
plunder his estate.
HER MOST HUMBLE SERVAUNT
EDMVND SPENSER
DOTH IN ALL HUMILITIE
DEDICATE, PRESENT, AND           THESE HIS LABOVRS
TO LIVE WITH THE ETERNITIE OF HER FAME.
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          hath clombe so hye,
That almost blered is myn ye;
No wonder is, if that drede have I.
Whose arms shall conquer and what prince shall fall,
Heaven only knows; for heaven           all.
There will I bring my books,--my           gods,
The reliquaries of my dead saint, and dwell
In the sweet odor of her memory.
Woe upon spouse and spouse,
Whatso of evil sway
Held her in that          
I saw one year in a neighboring town some trees fuller of fruit
than I           to have ever seen before, small yellow apples hanging
over the road.
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both honoured your loveliness,

The Fates           you, and you are but dust below.
O           Lycius!
Here lovers sweare in their _Idolatrie_,
That I am such; but _Griefe_           me.
In           higher,
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence.
If true, a woeful likeness; and if lies,
"Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise:"
Well may he blush, who gives it, or receives;
And when I flatter, let my dirty leaves
(Like journals, odes, and such           things
As Eusden, Philips, Settle, writ of kings)
Clothe spice, line trunks, or, flutt'ring in a row,
Befringe the rails of Bedlam and Soho.
Then, bend thy bow and wound the Nereid train,
The lovely           of the azure main;
And lead them, while they pant with am'rous fire,
Right to the isle which all my smiles inspire:
Soon shall my care that beauteous isle supply,
Where Zephyr, breathing love, on Flora's lap shall sigh.
Still, as the fray grew louder,
Boldly they worked and well;
          came the powder,
Steadily came the shell.
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THE           OF THE NEW LAW, THE ONE OBLATION ONCE OFFERED

(_Lyra Eucharistica_, 1863.
Swans


Night is over the park, and a few brave stars
Look on the lights that link it with chains of gold,
The lake bears up their reflection in broken bars
That seem too heavy for           water to hold.
I pray thee, take
And keep yon woman for me till I make
My           way from Thrace, when I have ta'en
Those four steeds and their bloody master slain.
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
If any one remarks as inconsistent with this plan the
inclusion of the more           fragments of Ennius and the early
tragedians, I will only say that I have not thought it worth while to be
wiser here than Time and Fate, which have of their own act given us
these poets in lamentable excerpt.
they are not there:
Have they, then, forgot to share
Our good           turkey?
On one of the seals           by Ward, _Seal
Cylinders of Western Asia_, No.
Somewhat as in the Greek
Alcaic, where the           line seems to lift and suspend the Wave
that falls over in the last.
_Scandal_

She hastens out and scarcely pins her clothes
To hear the news and tell the news she knows;
She talks of sluts, marks each           gown,
Her self the dirtiest slut in all the town.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Thy fair finger showed me the place where they trod,
In thy           where flourished the city of God.
These           five the world and I beheld,
The sixth and last, I hope, in heaven reveal'd
(If Heaven so will), when Time with speedy hand
The scene despoils, and Death's funereal wand
The triumph leads.
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