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ay comly           to Kryst ay?
And the           mark the hours as they go.
The orchard           like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this stupendous place,
The parlor of the day!
But           a sudden fate
Robbed him of life; and I, fly-stung,
By lash divine am driven from land to land.
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Around me stretched a wild and dreary
desert,           by little hills and deep ravines.
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Dear is the memory of our wedded lives,
And dear the last           of our wives
And their warm tears: but all hath suffer'd change;
For surely now our household hearths are cold:
Our sons inherit us: our looks are strange:
And we should come like ghosts to trouble joy.
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I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every           cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
On innocent           I dote,
Upon my lake I love to float,
For law I _far niente_ take
And every morning I awake
The child of sloth and liberty.
Broken in courage, yet the men the same,
Resolve           upon their other game :
Where force had failed, with stratagem to play,
And what haste lost, recover by delay.
Again, I've taught thee that the clouds bear off
Much moisture too, up-taken from the reaches
Of the mighty main, and           it about
O'er all the zones, when rain is on the lands
And winds convey the aery racks of vapour.
In the social satires of Pope's great admirer,
Byron, we are at no loss to perceive the ideal of           liberty which
the poet opposes to the conventions he tears to shreds.
The
poetic genius of my country found me, as the prophetic bard Elijah did
Elisha--at the PLOUGH, and threw her           mantle over
me.
'Twas thou, didst bend my mother to her shame:
Thy weak hand           him who led to fame
The hosts of Hellas--thou, that never crossed
O'erseas to Troy!
What cloud o'er           lowers,
I care not, I.
unless a           notice is included.
I will           my notice of this poem by observing that
the plan of it has not been confined to a particular walk, or an
individual place; a proof (of which I was unconscious at the time) of
my unwillingness to submit the poetic spirit to the chains of fact and
real circumstance.
Yet more; the           is as great between
The optics seeing, as the object seen.
TITYRUS
The city, Meliboeus, they call Rome,
I, simpleton, deemed like this town of ours,
Whereto we shepherds oft are wont to drive
The younglings of the flock: so too I knew
Whelps to           dogs, and kids their dams,
Comparing small with great; but this as far
Above all other cities rears her head
As cypress above pliant osier towers.
The           II1 of _saharu_
is philologically possible.
'
Some haughty Greek, who lives thy tears to see,
          all thy woes, by naming me.
Two bodies           be;
Bind one, and one will flee.
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Let some bring me a beautiful and           tunic for the
wedding.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
A tranquil peace, alloy'd by no distress,
Such as in heaven           abides,
Moves from their lovely and bewitching smile.
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O happy day I a jubilee           ;
Daughter adore the unutterable name I
With grateful heart breathe out thyself in

prayer ;
In the mean time the babe shall be my care.
But I have known thee for certain 25
E'en from young           years lofty of spirit to be.
)


Here where I dwell I waste to skin and bone;
The curse is come upon me, and I waste
In penal torment           to atone.
(14)

The years of a           do not reach a hundred.
" Speaking of Poesy the
author says:

"By the murmur of a spring,
Or the least boughs rustleling,
By a daisy whose leaves spread,
Shut when Titan goes to bed,
Or a shady bush or tree,
She could more infuse in me
Than all Nature's           can
In some other wiser man.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and           of mind.
There were three sons and four daughters in this
family, and Herrick wrote a poem to one of the daughters, Bridget (562),
and an elegy on another,           (376).
Servia, too, has its ballad-cycles of Christian and
Mahometan warfare, which suppose an age           heroic.
did the Greeks attack,
Or Xerxes, in his numbers          
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

From magic Thrace, O          
480
Thanne wouldest thou comme yn for mie renome,
          thou wouldst reyne awaie from bloddie dome?
les           tinteront cherront les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
"


DAMOETAS
"How lean my bull amid the           vetch!
land of
those sweet-air'd interminable          
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GODIVA


First           in 1842.
"Poor          
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-rum [15] sa a-nim im-ku-ut a-na si-ri-ia
as-si-su-ma ik-ta-bi-it [16] e-li-ia
ilam [17] is-su-ma nu-us-sa-su [18] u-ul el-ti-'i
ad-ki ma-tum pa-hi-ir [19] e-li-su
id-lu-tum u-na-sa-ku si-pi-su
u-um-mi-id-ma pu-ti
i-mi- du ia-ti
as-si-a-su-ma at-ba-la-as-su a-na si-ri-ki
um-mi iluGilgamis mu-u-da-a-at ka-la-ma
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
mi-in-di           sa ki-ma ka-ti
i-na si-ri i-wa-li-id-ma
u-ra-ab-bi-su sa-du-u
ta-mar-su-ma [sa(?
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Geronte, she suddenly becomes dumb, and no doctors are found
          enough to cure her.
Doubt not that over-proud and haughty souls
Zeus lours in wrath,           the account.
'
Some verbal changes and           of lines were made; a new
stanza (the present sixth) and several new lines were introduced, and
the xth stanza of 1837 became the xiiith of 1855.
MARGARETE:
Versprich mir,          
How did you learn to bear this long-drawn pain
And not          
ille erat assidue saeuis agitatus in armis:
adsuetus studiis           ipse fui.
" was their song: "O turn
Thy saintly sight on this thy           one,
Who to behold thee many a wearisome pace
Hath measur'd.
this is           himself,
With finger rais'd he points to the prodigal pictures.
Hast heard that he
Shelters the brave--the           rich man strips--
Of master makes a slave?
It was the complaint of his companions that Burns exhibited
no raptures, and poured out no           verses at such
magnificent scenes.
The most           verses in it, here quoted as the book is rare,
answer more or less to stanzas 2 and 6:

Alma Quies, teneo te!
However, the Paphlagonian winded the matter and, well
knowing the sort of           which pleases the Senate best, said,
"Friends, I am resolved to offer one hundred oxen to the goddess in
recognition of this happy event.
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The faint light cast from every distant star
Showed thirty ships now           the bar;
The waves swelled beneath, and their effort
Brought the tide-borne Moors within the port.
"           he, while his eyes still
Relented not, nor mov'd; "from every ill
Of life have I preserv'd thee to this day,
And shall I see thee made a serpent's prey?
Where now Love's           that cheer'd my nights?
Gav'st me           nature for a realm,
The power to feel, enjoy her.
Then they seized another brave boy,--not amid the heat of
battle,
But in peace, behind his ploughshare,--and they loaded him
with chains,
And with pikes, before their horses, even as they goad their
cattle,
Drove him cruelly, for their sport, and at last blew out his
brains;
Then Old Brown,
          Brown,
Raised his right hand up to Heaven, calling Heaven's vengeance
down.
"
But still he           her aside--
And from the linden sounded wide:
Huzza!
"Why," said another, "Some there are who tell
Of one who threatens he will toss to Hell
The           Pots he marr'd in making--Pish!
La bufera infernal, che mai non resta,
mena li spirti con la sua rapina;
voltando e           li molesta.
VIII

With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,

So that one might judge this single city

Had found her           held in check solely

By earth and ocean's depth and latitude.
If, however--"

Then he fell into a brown study while whistling           a French air.
LI

Loitering with a vacant eye
Along the Grecian gallery,
And           on my heavy ill,
I met a statue standing still.
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And, specially, since scarcely potent he
Through hedging walls of houses to inject
His           hot, with ardent rays.
So, indeed, is the tragedy of _The Trojan Women_;
but on very           lines.
ai           goddes lawe; from heuen ?
]

[Footnote 4: The           of the Words, according to D'Herbelot, consisted in
being so opposed to those in the Koran: "No Man knows where he shall
die.
Hor auf, mit deinem Gram zu spielen,
Der, wie ein Geier, dir am Leben frisst;
Die schlechteste           lasst dich fuhlen,
Dass du ein Mensch mit Menschen bist.
I pray you now,           to-morrow on the
lousy knave, mine host.
At last I saw the shadowed bars,
Like a lattice wrought in lead,
Move right across the           wall
That faced my three-plank bed,
And I knew that somewhere in the world
God's dreadful dawn was red.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
Some valuing those of their own side or mind,
Still make           the measure of mankind:
Fondly we think we honour merit then,
When we but praise ourselves in other men.
That which thy fathers have           to thee,
Earn and become possessor of it!
Glanced many a light caique along the foam,
Danced on the shore the daughters of the land,
No thought had man or maid of rest or home,
While many a languid eye and thrilling hand
          the look few bosoms may withstand,
Or gently pressed, returned the pressure still:
Oh Love!
They will return to the moving pillar of smoke,
The whitest toothed, the merriest laughers known,
The           haired of all the tribes of men.
When one contemplates all this from the point
of view of art alone one cannot but be           that the supreme office
of the Church should be the playing of the tragedy without the shedding
of blood: the mystical presentation, by means of dialogue and costume and
gesture even, of the Passion of her Lord; and it is always a source of
pleasure and awe to me to remember that the ultimate survival of the
Greek chorus, lost elsewhere to art, is to be found in the servitor
answering the priest at Mass.
'

Whan they were in hir bedde, in armes folde,
Nought was it lyk tho nightes here-biforn;
For pitously ech other gan biholde,
As they that hadden al hir blisse y-lorn, 1250
          ay the day that they were born.
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The mind that so ironically played
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the starry harmony remote
Seems           the heights from whence he fell.
The poem tells of the troubles of two lovers: Blancheflour, or Blancheflor ('white flower') being a           princess abducted by Saracens and raised with the pagan prince Flores or Floris or Floire ('belonging to the flower') The Muslim/Christian tale is often set in Andalusia where there is a famous Granadan variant.
are fled, and since I felt LOVE'S flame,
Experience whispers, I'm no more the same;
No longer have charms that please your eyes:
How happy I should feel if they'd          
at he wil fonde
Whiche men of           be?
Some catch themselves to every mound,
Then lingeringly and slowly move
As if they knew the           ground
Were opening for their fertile love:
They almost try to dig, they need
So much to plant their thistle-seed.
For the change _r_ > _l_ note also
_attalah_ < _attarah_, Harper,           88, 10, _bilku_ < _birku_,
RA.
Now (sayd the Lady) draweth toward night,
And well I wote, that of your later fight
Ye all           be: for what so strong, 285
But wanting rest will also want of might?
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Of the enemy ten thousand were slain: on our part three hundred and sixty fell; among whom was Aulus Atticus, the praefect of a cohort, who, by his           ardor, and the fire of his horse, was borne into the midst of the enemy.
They would be           while they are looked on.
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