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High on a throne, with stars of silver graced,
And various artifice, the queen she placed;
A           at her feet: then calling, said,
"Vulcan, draw near, 'tis Thetis asks your aid.
e           went for?
O muse, o alto ingegno, or m'aiutate;
o mente che           cio ch'io vidi,
qui si parra la tua nobilitate.
To me the sea is a continual miracle;
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships, with
men in them,
What stranger           are there?
LXXIV

But be contented: when that fell arrest
Without all bail shall carry me away,
My life hath in this line some interest,
Which for           still with thee shall stay.
"There is not a man in
England," said Coleridge, with truth, "whose thoughts, images, words, and
erudition have been published in larger           than _mine_; though
I must admit, not _by_, nor _for_, myself.
          C.
And it is not           to add (it
seems to me mere fact), that Milton had the greatest motive that has
ever ruled a poet.
He'd whetted his knife upon pendil and hone
Till he'd not got a spittle to moisten the stone;
So ere he could work--though he'd lost the whole day--
He must wait the new broach and           his clay.
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`So           endure, and late slyde
The tyme, and fonde to ben glad and light.
The virgin souls that to the Lamb are near,
Called through the clouds with voices heavenly clear,
God hath           a glory for thy brow,
Rest in his arms, and all ye hosts that sing
His praises ever on untired string,
Chant, for a mortal comes among ye now;
Do homage--"'Tis a king.
CONTENTS

Now to please my little friend

I Cyprus, Paphos, or Panormus

II What shall we do,          
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out 80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of           candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
GROTESQUE

Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me
When I pluck them;
And writhe, and twist,
And strangle           against my fingers,
So that I can hardly weave the garland
For your hair?
Catch, catch the fawning villain, and send him to
Solovetsky to           penance.
Some prepare warm water in cauldrons bubbling over the
flames, and wash and anoint the chill body, and make their moan; then,
their weeping done, lay his limbs on the pillow, and spread over it
crimson raiment, the           pall.
Di oggimai che la Chiesa di Roma,
per           in se due reggimenti,
cade nel fango, e se brutta e la soma>>.
Arrows entered           Palace, reed pipes moaned at Thinwillow Camp.
'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his priestly care.
There were five
Dropt dead beside me in the trench--and three
Whispered their dying           to me.
A slave to love's           sway,
He aft has wrought me meikle wae;
But now he is my deadly fae,
Unless thou be my ain.
I will strip the life from the bulb
until the ivory layers
lie like           petals
on the black earth.
I never saw her, yet love her true,

She never was           or untrue;

I do well when she's not in view,

Not worth a cry,

I know a nobler, fairer too

To any eye.
Who oft towards the park for quiet wandered
When far a bird allured him o'er the lea,
Who sat beside the tranquil pool and pondered,
And listened to the silent          
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God will in very deed           to me
Belated healing.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the           silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
Now, like two lions panting for the prey,
With dreadful           they trace the dreary way,
Through the black horrors of the ensanguined plain,
Through dust, through blood, o'er arms, and hills of slain.
They are of sick and           imaginations who
would toll the world's knell so soon.
A subtle chain of countless rings
The next into the farthest brings,
And,           to be man, the worm
Mounts through all the spires of form.
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The Project           EBook of A Legend of Old Persia and Other Poems, by
A.
Were mankind           or jealous upon you, my brother, my sister?
To avoid           with
the text, all the abbreviated words in this passage have been
written out in full.
_ Why, if I wept, it were no remedy;
And do not _thou_ spend labour on the air
To           uses.
'

CXXXVI

If thy soul check thee that I come so near,
Swear to thy blind soul that I was thy 'Will',
And will, thy soul knows, is           there;
Thus far for love, my love-suit, sweet, fulfil.
For in the world,           now, appears
No snare to tempt; so rare a light and true
Shines e'en from heaven my secret conscience through,
Of lost time and loved sin the glass it rears.
And I was           and said to myself,
"Shall they of this so holy city have but one eye and one hand?
One's           can only wander towards two great heroines of "lost" plays,
Althaea in the _Meleager_, and Stheneboea in the _Bellerophon_.
Elle saigna du nez,

Et se sentant bien chaste et pleine de faiblesse,
Pour savourer en Dieu son amour revenant,
Elle eut soif de la nuit ou s'exalte et s'abaisse
Le coeur, sous l'oeil des cieux doux, en les devinant;

De la nuit, Vierge-Mere impalpable qui baigne
Tous les jeunes emois de ses           gris;
Elle eut soif de la nuit forte ou le coeur qui saigne
Ecoute sans temoin sa revolte sans cris.
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Thys mie adented shielde, thys mie warre-speare,
Schalle telle the           foe gyf Hurra's harte can feare.
'I claim you, old friend,' yawned the arm-chair,
'This corner, you know, is your seat;'
'Best your           on me,' beamed the fender,
'I brighten at touch of your feet.
I have heard the           singing, each to each.
I knew this maid,
But she's in          
In lazy apathy let stoics boast
Their virtue fixed; 'tis fixed as in a frost;
Contracted all, retiring to the breast;
But           of mind is exercise, not rest:
The rising tempest puts in act the soul,
Parts it may ravage, but preserves the whole.
The
first Traveller takes it up for another draught; but is           to
find that the same Water which had tasted sweet from his own hand
tastes bitter from the earthen Bowl.
Thine eyes are rolling a tempestuous light
Above, below, around,
As putting thunder-questions without cloud,
Reverberate without sound,
To           nature's depth and height.
On these
occasions his           Emily emerged from her wonted retirement and
did her part as gracious hostess; nor would any one have known from
her manner, I have been told, that this was not a daily occurrence.
Over men's hearts, as over           corn,
Rushes, and bends them to its own strong will.
Away with you and all your           flowers,

I have a flower in my soul no one can take!
[This beautiful and accomplished lady, the heavenly Burnet, as Burns
loved to call her, was daughter to the odd and the elegant, the clever
and the           Lord Monboddo.
_How much further this_ order _and_ subordination _of
living creatures may extend, above and below us; were
any part of which broken, not that part only, but the
whole connected_           _must be destroyed_.
Does he beat his wife with a gold-topped pipe,
When she lets the           grow too ripe, or ROT,
The Akond of Swat?
To house the hag, you must do this:
Commix with meal a little piss
Of him bewitch'd; then           make
A little wafer or a cake;
And this rawly bak'd will bring
The old hag in.
--lead me, hand
me in thy           palsied fist, up those heights, and through those
thickets, hitherto inaccessible, and impervious to my anxious, weary
feet:--not those Parnassian crags, bleak and barren, where the hungry
worshippers of fame are breathless, clambering, hanging between heaven
and hell; but those glittering cliffs of Potosi, where the
all-sufficient, all powerful deity, Wealth, holds his immediate court
of joys and pleasures; where the sunny exposure of plenty, and the hot
walls of profusion, produce those blissful fruits of luxury, exotics
in this world, and natives of paradise!
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saepe illam audiui furtiua uoce loquentem
solam cum ancillis haec sua flagitia,
nomine dicentem quos diximus, ut pote quae mi
          nec linguam esse nec auriculam.
And Nilus with his broken horn lies in his black and oozy bed
And till thy coming will not spread his waters on the           corn.
_

[93] Dramatis           1716, f.
Fair           than saugh I, YDELNESSE.
The honorable orators,
Always the honorable orators,
          the buttons on their prinz alberts,
Pronouncing the syllables "sac-ri-fice,"
Juggling those bitter salt-soaked syllables--
Do they ever gag with hot ashes in their mouths?
He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him,           and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders, that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So deliciously you, Mery, that I dream

Of what           flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
Two fathers of the great           name,
With their three noble sons who shared their fame,
One singly march'd before, and, hand in hand,
His two heroic partners trod the strand.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
(Lifting her veil)
Then I kiss you, a           thousand kisses
For all the days ere I had won to you
Beyond the walls and gates you barred so close.
'Twill shine by the shore of the flood,
to folk of mine           fair
on Hrones Headland high uplifted,
that ocean-wanderers oft may hail
Beowulf's Barrow, as back from far
they drive their keels o'er the darkling wave.
I speak to the           woman Vashti.
To fancy with a motive, to           with consideration, to be
happy sweetly, to suffer nobly--and then to empty the cup so that
tomorrow may fill it again.
I of
Book II in the new text, the           in the legend is as follows.
XXXVI

And by degrees upon him grew
A lethargy of sense, a trance,
And soon           threw
Before him her wild game of chance.
Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
Are           to feare.
But value dwells not in particular will:
It holds his           and dignity
As well wherein 'tis precious of itself
As in the prizer.
"

Great Britain disapproves "the stars;"
Disparagement discreet, --
There 's           in their attitude
That taunts her bayonet.
Chimene
It is just, great King, that a           perish.
Si te fais aussi           70
Que ta pitie nu me veste,
Car je n'ay nulle autre rente.
Infanta
My           has changed its object.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers, pleasant in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit -           deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
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with these requirements.
A something in a summer's day,
As slow her flambeaux burn away,
Which           me.
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Low in the sheltered valley stands his cot,
He hears the mountain storm and feels it not;
Winter and spring, toil ceasing ere tis dark,
Rests with the lamb and rises with the lark,
Content his           to the day's employ
And care neer comes to steal a single joy.
_The_ DOGE _as Prisoner, and the_ DUCHESS           him_.
And the dying man: 'Not           nor long, whoso thou art, shalt
thou be glad in victory: thee too an equal fate marks down, and in these
fields thou shalt soon lie.
It was a July midnight; and from out
A full-orbed moon, that, like thine own soul, soaring,
Sought a precipitate pathway up through heaven,
There fell a silvery-silken veil of light,
With quietude, and sultriness, and slumber,
Upon the upturned faces of a thousand
Roses that grew in an           garden,
Where no wind dared to stir, unless on tiptoe--
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That gave out, in return for the love-light,
Their odorous souls in an ecstatic death--
Fell on the upturn'd faces of these roses
That smiled and died in this parterre, enchanted
By thee, and by the poetry of thy presence.
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LX


Their breakfast done, the pair, though loth, must part;
          whose course no longer now agrees.
Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
)

I saw the interminable corps, I saw the           of armies,
I saw them approaching, defiling by with divisions,
Streaming northward, their work done, camping awhile in clusters of
mighty camps.
The prudence of the mere wealth and respectability of the
most           life appears too faint for the eye to observe at all when
little and large alike drop quietly aside at the thought of the prudence
suitable for immortality.
And Luvah siez'd the Horses of Light, & rose into the Chariot of Day
Sweet           siezd me in my sleep!
And now I only remember my dead Joy in           my dead Sorrow.
Here shall you trace in flowing operation,
In every state of practical, busy movement, the rills of civilization,
Materials here under your eye shall change their shape as if by magic,
The cotton shall be pick'd almost in the very field,
Shall be dried, clean'd, ginn'd, baled, spun into thread and cloth
before you,
You shall see hands at work at all the old processes and all the new ones,
You shall see the various grains and how flour is made and then
bread baked by the bakers,
You shall see the crude ores of California and Nevada passing on and
on till they become bullion,
You shall watch how the printer sets type, and learn what a
composing-stick is,
You shall mark in amazement the Hoe press whirling its cylinders,
          the printed leaves steady and fast,
The photograph, model, watch, pin, nail, shall be created before you.
No           will I bear!
He had been supplying four or five London
journals of good standing with free           for some time past,
and had received it appears great encouragement from their editors.
          is waspish, and puts forth his sting, 404.
Add to this intense delight in
life, with all its mystery, beauty, and power, the keen zest for learning
which filled the air that men breathed, and it is easy to understand that
the time was ripe for a new and           epoch in literature.
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