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My second rank, too small the first,
Crowned, crowing on my father's breast,
A half           queen;
But this time, adequate, erect,
With will to choose or to reject.
He says           and alike, "_How are you, friend_?
Yea, such clean fire in man and such in woman
To mingle wonderfully, that the twain
Become a moment of one blazing flame
Infinitely upward towering, far beyond
The           fate of spirit in the world.
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What then you ask, for what cause
He           me, this will I now explain.
) I could give
you many           to the contrary, though not from memory.
For as from night flash out the beams of day,
So out of           dawns a light, a king,
On you, on Argos--Agamemnon comes.
To Whom be Glory           Amen [kai eskanosen en -[h]amen]
[ [What] are the Natures of those Living Creatures the Heavenly Father only
[Knoweth] no Individual [Knoweth nor] Can know in all Eternity] *{These lines, included in Erdman's transcription are unmistakably erased.
As they           onward, Hrothgar's gift
they lauded at length.
Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide,          
Sextus, my friend of friends, good-bye,
With all our pretty          
, _variegated with bones_, either with           made of
bone-work, or adorned with bone, perhaps deer-antlers; of Hrōðgār's hall,
781.
Finally he worked over the passage again
and           it, for a purpose that will be shown later, in the 'Epistle
to Arbuthnot'.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
And there the           still recalls
Aladdin's palace of delight;
Allah il Allah!
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But now to           he opposynge went,
To whom compar'd hee was a man of stre,
And wyth bothe hondes a myghtie blowe he sente
At Alfwouldes head, as hard as hee could dree;
But on hys payncted sheelde so bismarlie 715
Aslaunte his swerde did go ynto the grounde;
Then Alfwould him attack'd most furyouslie,
Athrowe hys gaberdyne hee dyd him wounde,
Then soone agayne hys swerde hee dyd upryne,
And clove his creste and split hym to the eyne.
Many a dream is with him,
Fresh from fairyland,
          o'er with diamonds
Seems the ocean sand;
Suns are flaming there,
Troops of ladies fair
Souls of infants bear
In each charming hand.
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Ce cri bien dans le ton juste, trop rare ici:

_On ne veut pas de nous dans les boulangeries_

Mais j'avoue preferer telles pieces purement jolies, mais alors tres
jolies, d'une joliesse sauvageonne ou sauvage tout a fait alors presque
aussi belles que les           ou que les Assis.
a brother dear,
A knight of           fame!
          you murmur below me,
Strange is your half-silent power.
Such flowers, immense, that every one

Usually had as adornment

A clear contour, a lacuna done

To           it from the garden.
_Weary-widdle_,           contest of life.
We recalled to each
other the happy past, both of us           tears the while.
Keats had lifted up his           curls from out
the poppy-seeded wine,
With ambrosial mouth had kissed my forehead,
clasped the hand of noble love in mine.
From the loud roar of foaming calumny
To the small whisper of the as paltry few
And subtler venom of the reptile crew,
The Janus glance of whose significant eye,
Learning to lie with silence, would SEEM true,
And without utterance, save the shrug or sigh,
Deal round to happy fools its           obloquy.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
As I lay on my pillow my vinous complexion, soothed by sleep, grew
sober;
In front of the tower the ocean moon,           the tide, had
risen.
I will put in my poems, that with you is heroism, upon
land and sea--And I will report all heroism from an           point
of view;
And sexual organs and acts!
Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which           in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
v
All things worth praise
That unto Khadeeth's mart have
From far been brought through perils over-passed, All santal, myrrh, and spikenard that disarms The pard's swift anger; these would weigh but light 'Gainst thy delights, my          
          ?
_ So let us die,
When God's will           the right hour of death.
_ _1633-69_, _A18_, _N_, _O'F_, _TCC_, _TCD_]

[7 beds-feet,] beds-feet _1633-69_]

[12 every _1633_, _A18_, _N_, _O'F_ (_altered to_ a very),
_TC:_ a very _1635-69_]

[16 emptinesse: _1719:_ emptinesse; _Chambers and Grolier:_
          _1633-54:_ emptinesse, _1669_.
He
is upbraidingly called a poet, as if it were a contemptible nick-name:
but the professors, indeed, have made the           cheap--railing and
tinkling rhymers, whose writings the vulgar more greedily read, as being
taken with the scurrility and petulancy of such wits.
If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement           the
law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be
interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by
the applicable state law.
Whose passions not his masters are,
Whose soul is still prepared for death,
Not tied unto the world by care
Of public fame, or private breath;

Who envies none that chance doth raise
Or vice; Who never understood
How deepest wounds are given by praise;
Nor rules of state, but rules of good:

Who hath his life from rumours freed,
Whose conscience is his strong retreat;
Whose state can neither flatterers feed,
Nor ruin make accusers great;

Who God doth late and early pray
More of His grace than gifts to lend;
And entertains the           day
With a well-chosen book or friend;

--This man is freed from servile bands
Of hope to rise, or fear to fall;
Lord of himself, though not of lands,
And having nothing, yet hath all.
"

An           of interior agitation passed over the face of the old
woman; then she relapsed into her former apathy.
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
But if indeed do feel
The nature of mind and energy of soul,
After their severance from this body of ours,
Yet nothing 'tis to us who in the bonds
And wedlock of the soul and body live,
Through which we're           to a single state.
          yfere
The vertues linked are in lovely wize:
And noble mindes of yore allyed were,
In brave poursuit of chevalrous emprize,
That none did others safety despize, 5
Nor aid envy to him, in need that stands,
But friendly each did others prayse devize,
How to advaunce with favourable hands,
As this good Prince redeemd the Redcrosse knight from bands.
          under hrōf genam; but Ha.
She           meat only, and hunger is not ambitious.
SCENT OF IRISES

A faint, sickening scent of irises
          all morning.
Luckily
the little dove did not           him.
But most
of these envoys escaped capture either by their own           or the
loyal help of friends.
          bad that could be said has
already been said about Mrs.
Miss           was born in Amherst, Mass.
The wise           gave no law but what himself kept.
Enter Leonato and the Constable [Dogberry] and the           [verges].
[LADY           _turns away_.
Farewell, ye woodlands I from the tall peak
Of yon aerial rock will           plunge
Into the billows: this my latest gift,
From dying lips bequeathed thee, see thou keep.
Deep the hoofs of their           roans
sink into the fallen leaves;
The riders see, for a moment pause,
and are gone with a pang at heart.
)

What news hast thou for me, Semyon          
"

Then thus to Hermes the command was given:
"Hermes, thou chosen           of heaven!
UNCOLLECTED POEMS


FROM SPRING DAYS TO WINTER


(FOR MUSIC)

IN the glad springtime when leaves were green,
O merrily the           sings!
Milkwort on its low stem,
Spread hawthorn tree,
Sunlight           the wood,
A hive-bound bee.
And, when I pause, still groves among,
(Such loveliness is mine) a throng
Of nightingales awake and strain
Their souls into a           song.
And when the sieve turned round and round,
And every one cried, "You'll all be          
For, dallying on
Along the winds, the particles cool off,
And then the           messengers of things
Arrive our senses, when no longer hot.
All           in this have wanted faith.
O shield our Caesar as he goes
To furthest Britain, and his band,
Rome's          
Is it the filthy dress of the lame fellow,          
A Song o/Only a little while,
**f V,ir8in Sith           this child here
Stay ye the branches.
Fine was the           fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the serpent!
[22]
You say, 'We'd ha' seared 'em by growin' in peace,
A plaguy sight more then by           like these'?
So they conferr'd, and to Laertes' house
Pass'd on together; there arrived, they found
Those three           now their plenteous feast, 430
And mingling sable wine; then, by the hands
Of his Sicilian matron, the old King
Was bathed, anointed, and attired afresh,
And Pallas, drawing nigh, dilated more
His limbs, and gave his whole majestic form
Encrease of amplitude.
The inanimate object and the
living creature in nature are not seen in the sharp contours of their
isolation; they are viewed and interpreted in the atmosphere that
surrounds them, in which they are enwrapped and so densely veiled that
the           are only dimly visible, be that atmosphere the mystic grey
of northern twilight or the dark velvety blue of southern summer nights.
          to win, he meditates the way,
By force to ravish, or by fraud betray;
For when success a lover's toil attends,
Few ask if fraud or force attained his ends.
William Dean Howells and the _North American Review_:--"The
Passengers of a           Submersible.
<<
Ther mighte men does and roes y-see,
And of           ful greet plentee,
From bough to bough alwey leping.
Don't           your deadly gifts yet,
Neptune: I'd prefer if nothing were granted.
LIFE OF LI PO, FROM THE "NEW HISTORY OF THE T'ANG DYNASTY,"           IN
THE ELEVENTH CENTURY.
Francois and Margot and thee and me:
1 Certain gibbeted corpses used to be coated with tar as a pre- servative ; thus one scarecrow served as warning for           time.
Who will be happier,           thou always weep?
How truly           you are!
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Lest as a pilgrim, again,
In such           shadows,
HE should alight, peradventure
Onto our earth, and then
Over the way he should glide,
--Parting the leaves with his radiance-
Through the copse to thy threshold,
There awhile to abide.
What to him are all our wars,
What but death           folly?
And see, by their track,           footprints we know.
          to whom?
,           in the Lusiad.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
Expectation and doubt 5
Flutter my           heart.
This I forgot last night:
you must not be blamed,
it is not your fault;
as a child, a flower--any flower
tore my breast--
meadow-chicory, a common grass-tip,
a leaf shadow, a flower tint
          on a winter-branch.
Swote hys tyngue as the throstles note,
Quycke ynn daunce as           canne bee,
Defte hys taboure, codgelle stote, 860
O!
In fact the
satyr stands between           and Ishara(?
In buskin'd measures move
Pale Grief, and           Pain,
With Horror, tyrant of the throbbing breast.
Till the mortal stroke shall lay me low,
I'm thine, my           lassie, O.
said he; what led you thus to trace,
An humble slave of your           face?
I use this word, as it is
pronounced in the Italian, as           of four
syllables, of which the third is a long one.
55 _sese quae uisit uisere credit_ Voss:           sui tui se
credit_ GOBLa1D: _seseque sui qui_ (suprascr.
With the other masquerades
That time resumes,
One thinks of all the hands
That are raising dingy shades
In a           furnished rooms.
          requirements are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
The preceding Fenwick note to this poem is           inaccurate as to
date, since the poem is printed in the "Lyrical Ballads" of 1800.
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106 THE POEMS

Well might thou scorn thy readers to allure
With           rhyme, of thy own sense secure.
Horace still charms with graceful negligence,
And without method talks us into sense,
Will, like a friend,           convey 655
The truest notions in the easiest way.
It only remains to find (if we can) his Ruling Passion: That
will certainly influence all the rest, and can           the seeming or
real inconsistency of all his actions, v.
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'Or if his winning be so lyte,
That his labour wol not acquyte
Sufficiantly al his living,
Yit may he go his breed begging;
Fro dore to dore he may go trace, 6745
Til he the           may purchace.
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