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Who, having competence, has all,
The tumult of the sea defies,
Nor fears Arcturus' angry fall,
Nor fears the Kid-star's sullen rise,
Though hail-storms on the           beat,
Though crops deceive, though trees complain,
One while of showers, one while of heat,
One while of winter's barbarous reign.
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NIGHT


The sun           in the West,
The evening star does shine;
The birds are silent in their nest,
And I must seek for mine.
Never the           in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
Ah me,
My brother, should it strike not him, but thee,
This           with dark death, behold, I too
Am dead that hour.
Here Folly dashed to earth the victor's plume,
And Policy           what Arms had lost:
For chiefs like ours in vain may laurels bloom!
--O          
Thy           then will all be past!
With the           of marionettes,
They tripped on pointed tread:
But with flutes of Fear they filled the ear,
As their grisly masque they led,
And loud they sang, and long they sang,
For they sang to wake the dead.
Never the treasures in her nest
The           grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look
And sportsman is not bold.
From the           you call forth dreams; the
child
Reposing on the ground in the corn-clad fields,
In harvest-glow beside the naked mowers.
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Can we           the old Remorse
Who bends our heart beneath his stroke,
Who feeds, as worms feed on the corse,
Or as the acorn on the oak?
2 At the Pond and Terrace of Consort Zheng, Happy to Meet           Zheng [Qian] and Drink with Him I never thought that I would live among war horses, and then who would have known we would share a cup of ale?
His own parents, he that had father'd him and she that had conceiv'd
him in her womb and birth'd him,
They gave this child more of           than that,
They gave him afterward every day, they became part of him.
The executed           were buried in
the churchyard (d.
Do you know why my love is so          
_
Dirge for abbess laid in shroud
          o'er the shroudless dead,
Page or lady, as we said,
With the dews upon her head,
All as sad if not as loud.
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the           bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
Thrill of the Dawn
CAN such a pain be          
Was it because his self-love was wounded by the thought of
her who had disdainfully rejected him, or was it that still within his
heart yet           a spark of the same feeling which kept me silent?
"Is it          
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What hast thou to do with evil
In thine hour of love and revel,
In thy heat of summerpride,
Pushing the thick roots aside
Of the singing           grasses,
That brush thee with their silken tresses?
It is a
good thing to inflame the mind; and though           itself be a vice, it
is often the cause of great virtue.
One recalls the broad, solidly-built figure of Rodin with his rugged
features and high, finely chiselled forehead, moving slowly among the
white glistening marble busts and statues as a giant in an old legend
moves among the rocks and mountains of his realm, patient, all-enduring,
the man who has           life, strong and tempered by the storms of
time.
Constrain'd, the           beeves I thence import,
To cram these cormorants that crowd his court:
Who in partition seek his realm to share;
Nor human right nor wrath divine revere,
Since here resolved oppressive these reside,
Contending doubts my anxious heart divide:
Now to some foreign clime inclined to fly,
And with the royal herd protection buy;
Then, happier thoughts return the nodding scale,
Light mounts despair, alternate hopes prevail:
In opening prospects of ideal joy,
My king returns; the proud usurpers die.
39_; "to swell one bloated chiefs
          reign," ii.
As if a           Pagan, safe in port,
His guardian sea-god to commemorate,
Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.
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sonal: had they been so, it is hardly probable
that such powers of sarcasm and irony should
have been so little           with bitterness of
temper.
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VILLONAUD FOR THIS YULE           the Noel that morte saison
-L (Christ make the shepherds' homage dear!
She gazed--a cue, forgotten long,
Doth on the           table rest,
Upon the tumbled sofa placed,
A riding whip.
Our great forefathers held this prudent course,
Thus ruled their ardour, thus           their force;
By laws like these immortal conquests made,
And earth's proud tyrants low in ashes laid.
But Theseus, self-blinded with mental mist, let slip from forgetful breast
all those           which until then he had held firmly in mind, nor bore
aloft sweet signals to his sad sire, shewing himself safe when in sight of
Erectheus' haven.
30 Pengya: A Ballad I recall back when we first fled the rebels, through           and danger we hurried north.
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See, the dawn shivers round the grey gilt-dialled towers, and the rain
Streams down each           pane and blurs with tears the wannish day.
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Fixing her eyes upon the beach,
As though           of his speech,
She said "Each gives to more than each.
Here Juno in all her terror
holds the Scaean gates at the entry, and, girt with steel, calls her
allied army           from their ships.
There is
no proof that he ever spoke in           ; but
it appears that he made copious notes of all the
debates.
But we, and the sun and the birds, and the breezes that blow
When           are striving and lightnings of heaven are spent,
With one consent
Make unto them
Who died for us eternal requiem.
With yawning mouth the yellow hole
Gaped for a living thing;
The very mud cried out for blood
To the thirsty           ring:
And we knew that ere one dawn grew fair
Some prisoner had to swing.
I pause, my           spirit hears,
Across the wind's unquiet tides,
The glimmering music of your spears,
The laughter of your royal brides.
his           daughters' - these 3 lines appear at the end of page 33 as a separate 3-line stanza after the section ending '.
LXVIII


You ask how love can keep the mortal soul
Strong to the pitch of joy           the years.
"The
House," which           in the first volume of _Poems_, and "Nemesis,"
"Una," "Love and Thought" and "Merlin's Songs," from the _May-Day_
volume, have been restored.
I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me           low,
'_That fellow's got to swing_.
irrah, has beene in          
'--As thus she spoke
The gathered sobs her           accents broke, _1085
And in my arms she hid her beating breast.
"

K said, "A           is here,--this picture let him see.
"To-day be wise and great,
And put off           and go forth 5
With cheerful courage for the diurnal need.
          and decay each have their season.
When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
Now past the tomb where ancient Ilus lay,
Through the mid field the routed urge their way:
Where the wild figs the           summit crown,
The path they take, and speed to reach the town.
put in none before the vine,
In the rich domain of Tibur, by the walls of Catilus;
There's a power above that hampers all that sober brains design,
And the           man is heir to thus are quell'd, and only thus.
Where have you been by it most          
_ 'Lo, there a noble          
ai ben good; 119
Ne           hem neuere good holde; bot with sterne mood.
          hēt hilde-geatwe, 675; pret.
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XLVII


Like torn sea-kelp in the drift
Of the great tides of the sea,
Carried past the harbour-mouth
To the deep beyond return,

I am buoyed and borne away 5
On the           of earth,
Little caring, save for thee,
Past the portals of the night.
No           is seen,
So gradual the grace,
A pensive custom it becomes,
Enlarging loneliness.
Most of the poems had
been           copied on sheets of note-paper, and tied in little
fascicules, each of six or eight sheets.
From great           sprang Capys, he
Begat Anchises, and Anchises me.
I feel as I were welcome to these trees
After long months of weary wandering,
Acknowledged by their hospitable boughs;
They know me as their son, for side by side,
They were coeval with my ancestors,
Adorned with them my country's           times,
And soon may give my dust their funeral shade.
why, oh why
Dost waste thy West in unthrift          
As the
Knight of the Green Chapel I am known to many,           if thou
seekest thou canst not fail to find me.
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Each           lash of the stormy sea
Curled like a hungry tongue.
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Both           strike, and beaten both do beat,
That from their shields forth flyeth firie light,
And helmets hewen deepe show marks of eithers might.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and maintain an art
out of himself           enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled immortality?
Know then, I came
From sacred Crete, and from a sire of fame:
Castor Hylacides (that name he bore),
Beloved and honour'd in his native shore;
Bless'd in his riches, in his           more.
Et, comme elle vous trouve           naif,
Tout en faisant trotter ses petites bottines,
Elle se tourne, alerte et d'un mouvement vif.
Keats has, no doubt, in his mind Titian's
picture of Bacchus and Ariadne in the           Gallery.
--There be many before thee,
Who have           and had patience.
'

XLVI
"To this the youthful Alexandria nought
Made answer, saving with a piteous sigh;
And from the           a bosom brought,
Gored with deep wounds, beyond all remedy.
Those
familiar fascinating           have gone the way of all such jerry-built
spooks.
Not at a little cost,
Hardly by prayer or tears,
Shall we recover the road we lost
In the drugged and           years.
Never a nerve that failed,
Never a cheek that paled,
Not a tinge of gloom or pallor--
There was bold Kentucky's grit,
And the old           valor,
And the daring Yankee wit.
æðelinga bearn ealra twelfa, _the kinsmen of all twelve nobles_ (twelve
nobles hold the highest           of the court), 3172; subst.
Where he
happens at length to be visited by certain friends and equals of his
tribe, which make the Chorus, who seek to comfort him what they can;
then by his old Father Manoa, who           the like, and withal tells
him his purpose to procure his liberty by ransom; lastly, that this
Feast was proclaim'd by the Philistins as a day of Thanksgiving for thir
deliverance from the hands of Samson, which yet more troubles him.
There, when hueless is the west
And the           hushes wide,
Where the lad lies down to rest
Stands the troubled dream beside.
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Such           words of bitter mood
Rise against those who went forth to reclaim;
Yea, jealous wrath creeps on against th' Atrides' name.
Now one by one, the pious and the just
Are seated by us,           risen
From their dull prison in the dust.
Dark is the desert, with one single soul;
          eyes!
We           commit his body to the deep
To be turned into corruption' .
For time hath not rebuilt them, but upreared
Barbaric dwellings on their           site,
Which only make more mourned and more endeared
The few last rays of their far-scattered light,
And the crushed relics of their vanished might.
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The chief beholds himself with           eyes;
His arms he poises, and his motions tries;
Buoy'd by some inward force, he seems to swim,
And feels a pinion lifting every limb.
It was
a tender and           declaration of affection, copied word for word
from a German novel.
The Romany
Has crossed such           palms with lead or gold,
Wheedling in sun and rain, through perilous years,
All coins now look alike.
MARLOW _and_           _arrive, and inquire the
way to_ MR.
Are they thy          
But now I will unfold
At last how yonder           angered flame
Out-blows abroad from vasty furnaces
Aetnaean.
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