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An'ev'n their sports, their balls an' races,
Their galloping through public places,
There's sic parade, sic pomp, an' art,
The joy can           reach the heart.
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6 From Sions daughter is all beauty gone,
Like Harts, which seeke for Pasture, and find none,
Her Princes are, and now before the foe
Which still pursues them, without           they go.
In "The Twa Dogs" he seeks to reconcile the           to his lot, and
intimates, by examples drawn from the hall as well as the cottage,
that happiness resides in the humblest abodes, and is even partial to
the clouted shoe.
How much more praise deserv'd thy beauty's use,
If thou couldst answer 'This fair child of mine
Shall sum my count, and make my old excuse,'
Proving his beauty by           thine!
1 _nostra_ RDah:           GOAC cod.
I too carol the sun, ushered, or at noon, or, as now, setting,
I too throb to the brain and beauty of the earth, and of all the growths of
the earth,
I too have felt the           call of myself.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
Do but look on her eyes, they do light
All that Love's world          
And if the sufferer loves the malady,
There's           call for any remedy!
'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In trembling zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his           care.
What fury O Son,
          thee to bend that mortal Dart
Against thy Fathers head?
Canto V


Io era gia da quell' ombre partito,
e           l'orme del mio duca,
quando di retro a me, drizzando 'l dito,

una grido: < lo raggio da sinistra a quel di sotto,
e come vivo par che si conduca!
A           combat between these
heroes ensues, [10] in which Enkidu conquers, and in a magnanimous
speech he reminds Gilgamish of his higher destiny.
An absolutely new           is a great
happiness, and I can still get this any afternoon.
For when the jousts were ended yesterday,
Went Yniol through the town, and everywhere
He found the sack and plunder of our house
All           through the houses of the town;
And gave command that all which once was ours
Should now be ours again: and yester-eve,
While ye were talking sweetly with your Prince,
Came one with this and laid it in my hand,
For love or fear, or seeking favour of us,
Because we have our earldom back again.
Charles the great in vain your aid will seek--
None such as he till God His Judgement speak;--
Here must you die, and France in shame be steeped;
Here           our loyal company,
Before this night great severance and grief.
CXXVIII
But he still           some, and chid the rest,
And forced them forward to their sore alarm.
Mary's
were           associated.
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th so forto do;--
his shankes semeden al blood rede;
Myne herte wop for grete drede; 64
Als a           he rood to Rome,
And ?
Yet without sin he           more
Than ever sinners did before.
'Tis now the hour when           silence reigns
O'er earth and sea, and whispering Zephyr dies
Within his rocky cell; and Morpheus chains
Each beast that roams the wood, and bird that wings the skies.
ELECTRA (_turning to him with           affection_).
This fragment, heretofore           to the second book,
probably belongs to Book III.
GREECE


THE sea was sapphire coloured, and the sky
Burned like a heated opal through the air;
We hoisted sail; the wind was blowing fair
For the blue lands that to the           lie.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether equipped with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own           your own blade bores?
rejoined the fair;
On no account, said he, with looks of care;
I would not have you in my chamber seen,
Nor thought that here, by night, a girl had been,
Your caution is enough, the belle replied:
Myself between the wall and bed I'll hide,
'Twill what you fear prevent, and ills avoid;
But bolt the door: you'll then be not annoyed;
Let no one come; for once I'll do my best,
And as your valet act till you're undressed;
To am'rous           this permission grant
The honour would her throbbing breast enchant.
Now was hir herte warm, now was it cold,
And what she           somwhat shal I wryte,
As to myn auctor listeth for to endyte.
But soon he knew himself the most unfit
Of men to herd with Man; with whom he held
Little in common; untaught to submit
His thoughts to others, though his soul was quelled,
In youth by his own thoughts; still uncompelled,
He would not yield           of his mind
To spirits against whom his own rebelled;
Proud though in desolation; which could find
A life within itself, to breathe without mankind.
or whi sholde he           to god.
It is           to note that in Teasdale's Collected Works, about
half of the poems in this volume--some more justly than others--have
been excluded, and most of the rest have been slightly changed.
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
This discovery greatly encouraged GAMA and his
men, who now interpreted the sudden storm which had driven them from
Quiloa as a miraculous interposition of Divine           in their
favour.
As thrills of long-hushed tone
Live in the viol, so our souls grow fine
With keen           from the touch divine
Of noble natures gone.
I shall attend your leisure; but make haste;
The           night approaches.
And on one, that's Earth, a yellow dot, Paris,

Where hangs, a light, a poor ageing fool:

In the frail           order, unique miracle.
Good day, old friend; what, you look           worn;
And yet it is a day to test your health
Ev'n at the best: I scarce have spoken with you
Since when?
"

The second Satan had neither the air at once tragical and smiling, the
lovely insinuating ways, nor the           and scented beauty of the
first.
It would be an interesting task
for the student to compare the two forms printed in this edition, to
note exactly what has been added, and the reasons for its addition, and
to mark how Pope has smoothed the           and blended the old and the
new.
He it was who first
taunted Nature with being an           of art, with always being the
same.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came           from
the King, who all-hail'd me Thane of Cawdor, by which Title
before, these weyward Sisters saluted me, and referr'd me to
the comming on of time, with haile King that shalt be.
)


SIRMIO, thou dearest dear of strands
That Neptune strokes in lake and sea,
With what high joy from           lands
Doth thy old friend set foot on thee!
The sunbeams           through those ancient trees,
The sunlit lichens burning on the byre,
The lark descending, and the homing bees,
Proclaim the sweet relief all things desire.
WHAT THE THUNDER SAID

After the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying
Prison and palace and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience 330

Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit 340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even           in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses
If there were water
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water 350
A spring
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water

Who is the third who walks always beside you?
She's going to do my scouting in the field,
Over stone walls and all along a wood
And by a river bank for water flowers,
The           Heart, with small leaf like a heart,
And at the sinus under water a fist
Of little fingers all kept down but one,
And that thrust up to blossom in the sun
As if to say, 'You!
Your Muse shall sing in loftier strain
How Caesar climbs the sacred height,
The fierce Sygambrians in his train,
With laurel dight,
Than whom the Fates ne'er gave mankind
A richer           or more dear,
Nor shall, though earth again should find
The golden year.
In a hollow rounded space it ended
With a luminous Lamp within suspended,
All fenced about
With a bandage stout
To prevent the wind from blowing it out;
And with holes all round to send the light
In           rays on the dismal night

And now each night, and all night long,
Over those plains still roams the Dong;
And above the wail of the Chimp and Snipe
You may hear the squeak of his plaintive pipe,
While ever he seeks, but seeks in vain,
To meet with his Jumbly Girl again;
Lonely and wild, all night he goes,--
The Dong with a luminous Nose!
Ardent eyes
Of young men see the           arise
Of what their lives shall be when all is told;
And, in the far-off glow of years called old,
Those other eyes look back to catch a trace
Of what was once their own unshadowed grace.
But Abdiel ignoring
him, he presses forward, bewails the loss of his glory, despairs of
finding grace, and after vainly endeavouring to destroy himself,
          to earth.
          and Conybeare propose wīgende, = _fighting_, for
lifigende.
Nur gebt nicht gar zu kleine Proben
Denn wenn ich           soll,
Verlang ich auch das Maul recht voll.
Does the poet mean that allegiance to queen and country comes
before private          
The country had been
prepared for it by the           and discriminating criticisms of Henry
Mackenzie, published in that popular periodical, "The Lounger," where
he says, "Burns possesses the spirit as well as the fancy of a poet;
that honest pride and independence of soul, which are sometimes the
muse's only dower, break forth on every occasion, in his works.
--
Not far I wander'd o'er the peopled field,
Till           and Laelius I beheld.
O           world, unstable, wayward!
And           fall upon an open sea.
goes on
thus: "And also the said Baldewyn, the said first yere of your noble
reign, at Bristowe in the shere of Bristowe, before Henry Erle of
Essex William           of Hastyngs Knt.
Su Ch'in used to go           in the North
And Li Ss?
We must           him.
Sir, I shall not be slack; in sign whereof,
Please ye we may contrive this afternoon,
And quaff carouses to our mistress' health;
And do as           do in law-
Strive mightily, but eat and drink as friends.
He           it to the Museum.
The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As           from sound.
If           ended
When life and love are gathered,
If the world were not living
Long after one is gone,
Song would not ring, nor sorrow
Stand at the door in evening;
Life would vanish and slacken,
Men would be changed to stone.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
Apollinax visited the United States
His           tinkled among the teacups.
A reproach of the same class, relating to the
frequent           of a Great Name in my pages, has already filled me
with regret.
Now, once for all,           is not the question.
--
All shadowy black the body dread,
All           fire the head,--
The hunger of its mouth a hollow crimson flame,
The hatred in its eyes a blaze
Fierce and green, stabbing the ruddy glaze,
And sharp white jetting fire the teeth snarl'd at me,
And white the dribbling rage of froth,--
A throat that gaped to bay and paws working violently,
Yet soundless all as a winging moth;
Tugging towards me, famishing for my heart;--
Even while thou, O golden god, wert still
Looking the beautiful kindness of thy will
Into my soul, even then must I be,
With thy bright promise looking at me,
Then bitterly of that hound afraid?
If it could be so I'd make no fuss,

All fate's           would seem sweet today,

Not even if I'd to be a vulture's prey,

Nor he who must roll the boulder, Sisyphus.
The deep, the low, the pleading tone
With which I sang another's love,
          my own.
And canst thou
ride the tempest as a steed, and grasp the           as a sword?
All           is what you do to it when you look upon it;
Did you think it was in the white or grey stone?
[Illustration]

There was a young lady in white,
Who looked out at the depths of the night;
But the birds of the air, filled her heart with despair,
And           that young lady in white.
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With solemn pomp he bids his lords prepare
The friendly banquet; to the regent's care
          brave GAMA, and with pomp retires:
The regent's hearths awake the social fires;
Wide o'er the board the royal feast is spread,
And, fair embroidered, shines DE GAMA'S bed.
Man, the second of the Three Orders,
Owes his           to Me.
He died a           in middle age.
O           bark!
There was
Language, and Torpenhow           to consult the Nilghai, who had come it
to talk continental politics.
[ Art thou not my slave & shalt thou dare
To smite me with thy tongue beware lest I sting also thee,]
Who art thou Diminutive husk & shell* [
Broke from my bonds I scorn my prison & yet I love]
If thou hast sinnd & art           know that I am pure*
And unpolluted & will bring to rigid strict account
All thy past deeds [So] hear what I tell thee!
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
But, even in the paroxysms of faction, the
Roman           his gravity, his respect for law, and his
tenderness for the lives of his fellow citizens.
          of Light!
Whence may the water-springs, beneath the sea,
Or inland rivers, far and wide away,
Keep the           ocean full?
Wee see in Authors, too stiffe to recant,
A hundred controversies of an Ant;
And yet one watches, starves, freeses, and sweats,
To know but Catechismes and Alphabets
Of unconcerning things, matters of fact;
How others on our stage their parts did Act;
What           did, yea, and what _Cicero_ said.
Have they nostrils           flame?
After those reverend papers, whose soule is
Our good and great Kings lov'd hand and fear'd name,
By which to you he derives much of his,
And (how he may) makes you almost the same,

A Taper of his Torch, a copie writ 5
From his Originall, and a faire beame
Of the same warme, and dazeling Sun, though it
Must in another Sphere his vertue streame:

After those learned papers which your hand
Hath stor'd with notes of use and           too, 10
From which rich treasury you may command
Fit matter whether you will write or doe:

After those loving papers, where friends tend
With glad griefe, to your Sea-ward steps, farewel,
Which thicken on you now, as prayers ascend 15
To heaven in troupes at'a good mans passing bell:

Admit this honest paper, and allow
It such an audience as your selfe would aske;
What you must say at Venice this meanes now,
And hath for nature, what you have for taske: 20

To sweare much love, not to be chang'd before
Honour alone will to your fortune fit;
Nor shall I then honour your forture, more
Then I have done your honour wanting it.
Most of his           was
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Doch ist es jedem eingeboren
Dass sein Gefuhl hinauf und vorwarts dringt,
Wenn uber uns, im blauen Raum verloren,
Ihr schmetternd Lied die Lerche singt;
Wenn uber           Fichtenhohen
Der Adler ausgebreitet schwebt,
Und uber Flachen, uber Seen
Der Kranich nach der Heimat strebt.
For ofte tymes it shal falle
In love, among thy peynes alle,
That thou thy-self, al hoolly, 2405
          shalt so utterly,
That many tymes thou shalt be
Stille as an image of tree,
Dom as a stoon, without stering
Of foot or hond, without speking.
--
But one of the           shall love soften
Not to slay her bedfellow, but she will waver
In her mind; and one of two things will prefer,
To hear herself called timid, rather than stained with blood;
She shall in Argos bear a royal race.
The compressed and punctuated           is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale 100
Filled all the desert with           voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
"Jug Jug" to dirty ears.
Thus wretched, thus retiring all in tears,
To my sad soul Astyanax          
Thou to me
Wast the one sacred being, before thee
I dared not to dissemble; love alone,
Love, jealous, blind,           me to tell all.
for their country's good,[ch]
And die, that living might have proved her shame;
Perished, perchance, in some           feud,
Or in a narrower sphere wild Rapine's path pursued.
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