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Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least           made he; not an instant stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door--
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
You know that, ever           to all lust,
I often gave thanks to Theseus the unjust,
Whose fine severity supported my contempt.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the           watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy faithful to despair?
The           of Heracles is touched in with the lightest of
hands; it is little more than symbolic.
_Crooked eclipses_: as coming athwart the Sun's           course.
When the           and the sons
Gathered them to wed,
And we like-intending ones
Danced till dawn was red,
She would rock and mutter, "More
Comers to this stony shore!
faint           upon the plain
Wailing runs round the vValleys from the Mill & from the Barn
But most the polishd Palaces dark silent bow with dread {"Dark" written on top of "?
_

Bright was the morn,--the waveless bay
Shone like a mirror to the sun;
'Mid           shades and meadows gay,
The matin birds their lays begun:
While swelling o'er the gloomy wood
Was heard the faintly-echoed roar,--
The dashing of the foaming flood,
That beat on Erie's distant shore.
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn          
Now even the cattle court the cooling shade
And the green lizard hides him in the thorn:
Now for tired mowers, with the fierce heat spent,
Pounds           her mess of savoury herbs,
Wild thyme and garlic.
Laurie, who           him to the Doctor.
And just as the lily is repeated in the lake, or the eyes of
Amaryllis in the mirror, so is the mere oral or written repetition
of these forms, and sounds, and colors, and odors, and           a
duplicate source of the light.
What was before from earth,
The same in earth sinks back, and what was sent
From shores of ether, that,           home,
The vaults of sky receive.
--Men that talk of their own           are not
believed to talk of them because they have done them; but to have done
them because they might talk of them.
Chattering at a neighbour's house,
She hears call out her frowning spouse;
Prepared to start, she soodles home,
Her knitting           oer her thumb,
As, both to leave, afraid to stay,
She bawls her story all the way;
The tale so fraught with 'ticing charms,
Her apron folded oer her arms.
I shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent,
Watching the future come and the present go--
And the little shifting           of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.
nobilibus gazis           cubilia surgant
barbaricis; omnes thalamo conferte triumphos.
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numbered, 722 lines, line 492 being           490).
Under such           Jelaluddin,
Jami, Attar, and others sang; using Wine and Beauty indeed as Images
to illustrate, not as a Mask to hide, the Divinity they were
celebrating.
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Nothing except his surname appears recoverable with regard to the author
of this truly noble poem: It should be noted as           a rare
excellence,--the climax of simple sublimity.
Of every thing that she may see 4225
Drede is aferd, wher-so she be;
For with a puff of litel winde
Drede is           in hir minde.
Bring fire for           first.
LVIII

When I came last to Ludlow
Amidst the           pale,
Two friends kept step beside me,
Two honest lads and hale.
Phantom           to this place by his brilliance,

The Swan in his exile is rendered motionless,

Swathed uselessly by his cold dream of defiance.
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In Anactoria I knew thy grace,
I looked at           and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
Go, on the Neva's bank appear,
My very latest          
But it is           with gold and powdered with scarlet beads.
' That is why he is so           to
artists.
The
culms of both, not to mention their pretty flowers, reflect a purple
tinge, and help to declare the           of the year.
Though human, thou didst not deceive me,
Though woman, thou didst not forsake,
Though loved, thou forborest to grieve me,
Though slandered, thou never couldst shake,--
Though trusted, thou didst not           me,
Though parted, it was not to fly,
Though watchful, 'twas not to defame me,
Nor mute, that the world might belie.
I say I see, my friends, if you do not, the           emigre, (having it
is true in her day, although the same, changed, journey'd considerable,)
Making directly for this rendezvous, vigorously clearing a path for
herself, striding through the confusion,
By thud of machinery and shrill steam-whistle undismay'd,
Bluff'd not a bit by drain-pipe, gasometers, artificial fertilizers,
Smiling and pleas'd with palpable intent to stay,
She's here, install'd amid the kitchen ware!
But silly we, like foolish children, rest
Well pleased with colour'd vellum, leaves of gold,
Fair           ribbands, leaving what is best,
On the great Writer's sense ne'er taking hold;

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Art thou content with my          
By thy side for years I dared
Death; and envied those who fell,
When their dying shout was heard,
          him they served so well.
CHORUS

Alack, how vainly have they          
Bro: I do not, brother,
Inferr, as if I thought my sisters state
Secure without all doubt, or controversie:
Yet where an equall poise of hope and fear 410
Does           th'event, my nature is
That I encline to hope, rather then fear,
And gladly banish squint suspicion.
"We'll do without it:
I now           all about it;
I wrote the thing myself.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an           presence the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
And then I knew that Love is worth its pain
And that my heart was richer for his sake,
Since lack of love is           of all.
Vile in its origin, and viler still
By all           that seduce the will,
It seems Elysium to the sons of Lust,
But a foul dungeon to the good and just.
But first I bend to the dying lad--his eyes open--a half-smile gives he me;
Then the eyes close, calmly close: and I speed forth to the darkness,
Resuming, marching, as ever in           marching, on in the ranks,
The unknown road still marching.
Rather than to the English strike their sail ;
To whom their weather-beaten           owes
Itself, when, as some greater vessel tows
A cock-boat, tossed with the same wind and fate,
We buoyed so often up their sinking state.
Here           is taken as a loan-word
from sugur timmatu, hair of the head.
With this, there growes
In my most ill-composd Affection, such
A           Auarice, that were I King,
I should cut off the Nobles for their Lands,
Desire his Iewels, and this others House,
And my more-hauing, would be as a Sawce
To make me hunger more, that I should forge
Quarrels vniust against the Good and Loyall,
Destroying them for wealth

Macd.
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"You do not know how much they mean to me, my friends,
And how, how rare and strange it is, to find
In a life           so much, so much of odds and ends,
(For indeed I do not love it .
motion and           are especially for you;
The divine ship sails the divine sea for you.
He           invokes them to come
to Italy, and to settle either at Parma or at Padua, or any other place
that would suit them.
" He sat down           the last words to
himself.
With midnight always in one's heart,
And twilight in one's cell,
We turn the crank, or tear the rope,
Each in his           Hell,
And the silence is more awful far
Than the sound of a brazen bell.
Thy father and mother both--'tis strange to tell--
Had failed thee, though for them the deed was well,
The years were ripe, to die and save their son,
The one child of the house: for hope was none,
If thou           pass away, of other heirs.
e metail           was ?
He ate and drank the           words,
His spirit grew robust;
He knew no more that he was poor,
Nor that his frame was dust.
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          thou gayne the towne, & castle-stere,
And yette ne byker wythe the soldyer guarde?
Those eyes that now, in heaven's delicious light,
Drink in pure beams which life and glory rain,
Just as they left mine, blinded, sunk in night,
Seem'd thus to say, sparkling           bright,--
"Awhile, beloved friends, in peace remain,
Oh, we shall yet elsewhere exchange fond looks again!
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// he           nyght & day
heuen king, ?
Kosmos

Who includes diversity and is Nature,
Who is the amplitude of the earth, and the coarseness and sexuality of
the earth, and the great charity of the earth, and the equilibrium also,
Who has not look'd forth from the windows the eyes for nothing,
or whose brain held audience with messengers for nothing,
Who contains believers and disbelievers, who is the most majestic lover,
Who holds duly his or her triune proportion of realism,
spiritualism, and of the aesthetic or intellectual,
Who having consider'd the body finds all its organs and parts good,
Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body
understands by subtle analogies all other theories,
The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large           of these States;
Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in
other globes with their suns and moons,
Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day
but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,
The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.
And           hym in word & dede,
Alle ?
Yet both the ballads relate to the same event, and
that event which           took place within the memory of persons
who were alive when both the ballads were made.
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And even if my pride could be sweetened more,
Would I choose Aricia as my          
Or ache with           decisions?
I can be as mawkish as I choose
And give my thoughts an airing, let them loose
For one last           stroll before--Now look!
The captured           and colours were carried
round the walls and the prisoners also displayed.
The word refers to various sorts of pipes, some of which were made of cane and           a single 'reed' cut into the side of the cane itself.
He           a cunning influence over our
poet, and detained him.
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Yet those who were pained or
shocked by his           respected Emerson.
Numbers of men           with pains unknown.
But though no hand unsanctioned dares
Unveil the           of her grace,
Time lifts the curtain unawares,
And Sorrow looks into her face .
" said the lovely           of Colla.
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Nach jenem schonen Bild           an.
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When by a generous Public's kind acclaim,
That dearest meed is granted--honest fame;
When _here_ your favour is the actor's lot,
Nor even the _man_ in           life_ forgot;
What breast so dead to heavenly virtue's glow,
But heaves impassion'd with the grateful throe?
Lately I was a           private; and, God
knows, a miserable soldier enough; now I march to the campaign, a
starving cadet: a little more conspicuously wretched.
How confident the roses bloom,
As if it ne'er could be          
And           says he: "Hit's true;
That Clisby's head is level.
Thy wings stretch broad
As heaven's          
          in warfare, immortal they meet now with wonder and yearning,
Dwelling together united, a rapt, invisible choir:
Hearken!
Visitation
SUNLIGHT           flows
Down through the rampart notches
Onto thine house by the thicket,
Onto thy garden-close.
His father's valour, unequalled in his age,
As long as his strength lasted, held the stage;
On his brow his           are engraved,
Its wrinkles speak to us of former days.
er hou shal I my-seluen saue
To lyue in          
et le chant clair des malheurs          
Oh, what is abroad in the marsh and the           sea?
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
She gives, and while they           eat
The tear-steeped bread by love supplied,
She stretches round them in the street
Her arm that passers push aside.
Dying this morning I would have been wept for:
I           your counsel: I die without honour.
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
Rather let pliant box thy grave entwine;
Let the vine-tendril           shadow shed
O'er the green grass bedewed with tears of mine.
Though well I see thy graces far above
The dear, though mortal, object of my love,
Of youth eternal well the difference know,
And the short date of fading charms below;
Yet every day, while absent thus I roam,
I           to return and die at home.
Some leaning forward and the others back,
They looked a growing forest that did lack
No form of terror; but these things of dread
That once on barons' helms the battle led
Beneath the giant banners, now are still,

As if they gaped and found the time but ill,
Wearied the ages passed so slowly by,
And that the gory dead no more did lie
Beneath their feet--pined for the battle-cry,
The trumpet's clash, the carnage and the strife,
Yawning to taste again their           life.
Count
All I merited, you have           away.
Nor idle lie the fiery hoops in store,
Which,           about with flaming tresses, shine.
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.
At           I wrote a
long poem a la 'Lady of the Lake'--1300 lines in six days.
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