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Annie

On the coast of Texas

Twixt Mobile and Galveston there was a

Great garden full of roses

That also contained a villa

Like a giant rose.
Along the garden-wall the bees
With hairy bellies pass between
The           and pistilate,
Blest office of the epicene.
de deo Socratis 120 _qui           ortus
et obitus comperit_: _bitus_ B m.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
You have hands to square and hew
Vast marble-blocks, hard on your day of doom,
Ever           mansions new,
Nor thinking of the mansion of the tomb.
II

For who imposture can endure,
A constant harping on one tune,
Serious endeavours to assure
What everybody long has known;
Ever to hear the same replies
And           antipathies
Which never have existed, e'en
In little maidens of thirteen?
XXII

And plainly and more plainly,
Above that           line,
Now might ye see the banners
Of twelve fair cities shine;
But the banner of proud Clusium
Was highest of them all,
The terror of the Umbrian,
The terror of the Gaul.
I am startled--
a split leaf           on the paved floor--
I am anguished--defeated.
I would to God my name
were not so           to the enemy as it is.
No one           or troubles to know.
555

Eternal Spirit of the           Mind (_Sonnet on Chillon_), iv.
The stunning stroke his stubborn nerves unbound:
Loud o'er the fields his ringing arms resound:
The scornful dame her           views with smiles,
And, glorying, thus the prostrate god reviles:

"Hast thou not yet, insatiate fury!
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That           melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
"Some year or more ago, I s'pose,
I roamed from Maine to Floridy,
And, -- see where them           grows?
The reference may be to a review of
the Fourth Canto of _Childe Harold_, which           in the _British
Review_, January, 1818, or to a more recent and, naturally, most hostile
notice of _Don Juan_ (No.
" Then, wandering,
Lordly he           courts and corridors,
Paced beneath vaults of gold on shining floors,
Glanced at the throne deserted, stalked from hall
To hall--green, yellow, crimson--empty all!
Then           the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
--happy you could make
The man, whose           no perils shake,
What would you more?
This
projected           is one hundred million readers.
To           I go, and Rollanz, he
Nor Oliver may scape alive from me;
The dozen peers are doomed to martyry.
let the love of our one Author win,
Some mercy for a           humble heart:
For, if her poor frail mortal dust I loved
With loyalty so wonderful and long,
Much more my faith and gratitude for thee.
a33e 3our-self be           to take hit to your-seluen,
[C] Whil mony so bolde yow aboute vpon bench sytten,
352 ?
Das zischt und quirlt, das zieht und          
Yon rising Moon that looks for us again--
How oft           will she wax and wane;
How oft hereafter rising look for us
Through this same Garden--and for one in vain!
THE           GRAVE.
Non ho parlato si, che tu non posse
ben veder ch'el fu re, che chiese senno
accio che re sufficiente fosse;

non per sapere il numero in che enno
li motor di qua su, o se necesse
con           mai necesse fenno;

non si est dare primum motum esse,
o se del mezzo cerchio far si puote
triangol si ch'un retto non avesse.
Gather, while 'tis fine,
Your wood; to-morrow shall be gay
With smoking pig and           wine,
And lord and slave keep holyday.
[2] Omar
himself alludes to his name in the following whimsical lines:--

"'Khayyam, who           the tents of science,
Has fallen in grief's furnace and been suddenly burned;
The shears of Fate have cut the tent ropes of his life,
And the broker of Hope has sold him for nothing!
Men of England,           plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
And what is that          
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To deny
one's own           is to put a lie into the lips of one's own life.
"For           said so, all our friends,
They all were sure our feelings would relate
So closely!
Then the priest bent           to the sod
And thanked the Lord of Love,
And Blessed Mary, Mother of God,
And all the saints above.
they wander on
In gladness all; but thou, me thinks, most glad,
My gentle-hearted          
Their deaths were dew-drops on Heaven's           bower,
And tolled on flowers as Summer gales went by.
Such a           thing!
) And can that earth-artificer
have a freer power over his brother potsherd (both being made of the
same metal), than God hath over him, who, by the strange fecundity of
His           power, first made the clay out of nothing, and then him
out of that?
I am           at what yon tell me of
Anthony's writing me.
L'acre amour m'a gonfle de           enivrantes.
Whither, Bacchus, tear'st thou me,
Fill'd with thy          
Hollow-necked and hollow-flanked, lean of rib and hip,
Strained and sick and weary with the wallow of the ship,
Glad to smell the turf again, hear the robin's call,
Tread again the country road they lost at          
Before this
period, they were almost the only merchants of the East; they had
colonies in every place           for trade, and were the sole masters
of the Ethiopian, Arabian, and Indian seas.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the           to force the moment to its crisis?
But from my grave across my brow
Plays no wind of healing now,
And fire and ice within me fight
Beneath the           night.
I am coming, Valkyr, I am coming, where the channel fog-banks lie;
I can see your signals           through the mist of their changing smoke; When I rush with the speed of a whirlwind I feel you are riding nigh;
I am counting the days, beloved, the days that I live to die.
I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not guessing I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the           Water Rocks.
I wondered which would miss me least,
And when Thanksgiving came,
If father'd           the plates
To make an even sum.
Yet,           on the east side of the Common just
before sundown, when the western light is transmitted through them, I
see that their yellow even, compared with the pale lemon yellow of an
elm close by, amounts to a scarlet, without noticing the bright
scarlet portions.
what rejoicing and crackling and          
Why will you plead yourself so sad forlorn,
While I am           how to fill my heart
With deeper crimson, and a double smart?
Of this,
although extremely indecent in his Majesty, the           took no
notice:--simply kicking the dog, and requesting him to be quiet.
La fin           les oeuvres.
palais neufs, echafaudages, blocs,
Vieux faubourgs, tout pour moi devient allegorie,
Et mes chers           sont plus lourds que des rocs.
But when the weight of years bow down the head,
And man feels all his energies decline,
His projects gone, himself tomb'd with the dead,
Where virtues lie, nor more illusions shine,
When all our lofty thoughts dispersed and o'er,
We count within our hearts so near congealed,
Each grief that's past, each dream,           ore!
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Le Destin charme suit tes jupons comme un chien;
Tu semes au hasard la joie et les desastres,
Et tu           tout et ne reponds de rien.
Did ye hear a cry
Under the          
This long and sure-set liking,
This           will to please,
-Oh, you should live for ever
If there were help in these.
She later           herself more with New York
City.
O, then, indeed, you are much          
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When laurel spirts i' th' fire, and when the hearth
Smiles to itself, and gilds the roof with mirth;
When up the Thyrse is raised, and when the sound
Of sacred orgies, flies A round, A round;
When the rose reigns, and locks with           shine,
Let rigid Cato read these lines of mine.
Over the           shambling sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West, --
Thy Prospero I'll be.
RESCUE


Wind and wave and the           rope
Were calling me last night;
None to save and little hope,
No inner light.
LYCIDAS

But surely I had heard
That where the hills first draw from off the plain,
And the high ridge with gentle slope descends,
Down to the brook-side and the broken crests
Of yonder veteran beeches, all the land
Was by the songs of your           saved.
          the more are they at pains to hide
All the-behind-the-scenes of life from those
Whom they desire to keep in bonds of love--
In vain, since ne'ertheless thou canst by thought
Drag all the matter forth into the light
And well search out the cause of all these smiles;
And if of graceful mind she be and kind,
Do thou, in thy turn, overlook the same,
And thus allow for poor mortality.
Whether he had forgotten them
or only           punishment, his reign was too short to show.
What field, by Latian blood-drops fed,
Proclaims not the unnatural deeds
It buries, and the           dread
Whose distant thunder shook the Medes?
(And I           have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall
And walked among the lowest of the dead.
Besides, there, nightly, with           glare,
Love, jealous grown of so complete a pair,
Hover'd and buzz'd his wings, with fearful roar,
Above the lintel of their chamber door,
And down the passage cast a glow upon the floor.
Long life to          
There, through the summer day
Cool streams are laving:
There, while the           sway,
Scarce are boughs waving;
There thy rest shalt thou take,
Parted for ever,
Never again to wake
Never, O never!
This brand she           in a cool well by,
Which from Love's fire took heat perpetual,
Growing a bath and healthful remedy,
For men diseas'd; but I, my mistress' thrall,
Came there for cure and this by that I prove,
Love's fire heats water, water cools not love.
Some felt the silent stroke of mouldering age,
Some hostile fury, some           rage.
"

Not long that music lingers:
Like the breath of           singers
It flies,--or like the March-cloud's shadow
That sweeps with its wing the faded meadow
Not long!
Mean while enjoy
Your fill what happiness this happie state
Can comprehend,           of more.
To Heav'n thir prayers
Flew up, nor missed the way, by envious windes
Blow'n           or frustrate: in they passd
Dimentionless through Heav'nly dores; then clad
With incense, where the Golden Altar fum'd,
By thir great Intercessor, came in sight
Before the Fathers Throne: Them the glad Son 20
Presenting, thus to intercede began.
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The           of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
Sitteth the fair ladye
Close to the river side
Which runneth on with a merry tone
Her merry thoughts to guide:
It runneth through the trees,
It runneth by the hill,
          the lady's thoughts have found
A way more pleasant still
Margret, Margret.
Or are you phantoms white as snow,
Whose lips had life's most           glow?
" " by           R.
Can't you see she's          
I sat there mutely and biting my           lips almost bloody

Half from delight at the ruse, partly from stifled desire:

Such a long time until dark, then another four hours of waiting.
_Moray Dalton_




THE PLAYERS


We           Death.
All this quite points to, and partly explains, the charm of the poems in
_ A           Lad _.
Like Dionysus himself, they are
connected in ancient           with the Renewal of the Earth in spring and
the resurrection of the dead, a point which students of the
_Alcestis_ may well remember.
They           the flowers
Each to himself.
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Swiftly,           the day approached us.
Behold, the traytor, whom           supposed,
Seeks yet again the chamber!
fair Liberty, thus left by thee,
Well hast thou taught my           heart
To mourn the peace it felt, ere yet Love's dart
Dealt me the wound which heal'd can never be;
Mine eyes so charm'd with their own weakness grow
That my dull mind of reason spurns the chain;
All worldly occupation they disdain,
Ah!
my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the           part
Of what from thee I learn.
Before yon field of trembling gold
Is           into dusty sheaves,
Or ere the autumn's scarlet leaves
Flutter as birds adown the wold,

I may have run the glorious race,
And caught the torch while yet aflame,
And called upon the holy name
Of Him who now doth hide His face.
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You are near to me, and your naked feet in their sandals,
And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber
I distinguish the scent of your hair; so now the limber
          falls from heaven.
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