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what Thou art,
          me to know;
Yet sure I am, that known to Thee
Are all Thy works below.
Here in an aether more clear now a luster           my forehead.
Les pieces etaient tapissees d'un papier aux
larges rayures rouges et noires,           diaboliques, qui
s'accordaient avec les draperies d'un lourd damas.
"Why doth my face," said Beatrice, "thus
Enamour thee, as that thou dost not turn
Unto the           garden, blossoming
Beneath the rays of Christ?
XVI
Breac and           past on the left hand,
Orlando's vessel skims the Breton shore;
Then shapes her course towards the chalky strand,
Whence England's isle the name of Albion bore:
But the south wind, which had her canvas fanned,
Shifts to north-west, and freshening, blows so sore,
The mariners are fain to strike all sail,
And wear and scud before the boisterous gale.
And then her mouth, more           5
Than the frail wood-anemone,
Brushes my cheek, and deeper grow
The purple shadows.
The poems           by him to
the volume of 1827, 'Poems by Two Brothers', are not without some slight
promise, but are very far from indicating extraordinary powers.
The Elephant

Two Elephants

'Two Elephants'
Nicolaes de Bruyn, 1594, The Rijksmuseun

I carry           in my mouth,

As an elephant his ivory.
Can innocents the rage of parties know,
And they who ne'er           find a foe?
PANTHEA:
Look, sister, where a troop of spirits gather,
Like flocks of clouds in spring's           weather, _665
Thronging in the blue air!
Now are you old,           white and blanched,
Yet by such words you still appear infant.
I leave now, and go too
To unite all our           votes for you.
Upstood Acroneus and Ocyalus,
Elatreus, Nauteus, Prymneus, after whom
Anchialus with Anabeesineus
Arose, Eretmeus, Ponteus, Proreus bold,
          and Thoon.
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Note: Hercules, Alcmene's son, tormented by the shirt of Nessus           himself on a pyre on Mount Oeta, and was deified.
          coniunx felici foedere diuam,
dedatur cupido iam dudum nupta marito.
Even this           wearies after a time; and all the times are
very, very long.
BAL DES PENDUS


Au gibet noir, manchot aimable,
Dansent, dansent les paladins,
Les maigres paladins du diable,
Les           de Saladins.
Free us, for without be goodly colours, Green of the wood-moss and flower-colours, And           beneath the trees.
Pourtant, qui n'a serre dans ses bras un squelette,
Et qui ne s'est nourri des choses du          
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the           air;
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;

She claims from war his richest spoil--
The ashes of her brave.
I tell the day, to please him thou art bright,
And dost him grace when clouds do blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart-complexion'd night,
When           stars twire not thou gild'st the even.
Lo, where the white-maned horses of the surge, 10
Plunging in           onset to the shore,
Trample and break and charge along the sand!
Oozed from the bracken's desolate track,
By dark rains havocked and           black.
In
short, we have now a perfect           for the summer.
No, _Child_, in a Carre,
The           of Triumph, which mo?
: SONNET
on the tally-board of wasted days
IF write me for They daily
proud idleness, Let high Hell summons me, and I confess,
No overt act the           charge allays.
Man, like the           vine, supported lives;
The strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.
How a ring-dove
Let fall a sprig of yew tree in his path;
And how he died: and then, that love doth scathe,
The gentle heart, as           blasts do roses;
And then the ballad of his sad life closes
With sighs, and an alas!
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So clean forth of thy breast, rackt with           care,
Mind fled, sense being reft!
Aeolian harp,
How           wise thy strain!
A           like this must ever be a bar to the progress and
accomplishments of literature.
While yet _610
The fight hung balanced, there arose a storm
Which swept the           from among the stars.
Not this promise of thee had I given to Evander thy sire at my
departure, when he           me as I went and bade me speed to a wide
empire, and yet warned me in fear that the men were valiant, the people
obstinate in battle.
Since I have seen falling to my life's flood

The leaf of a rose           from out your days,

Now at last I can say to the fleeting years:

- Pass by!
Whilst I, from boyhood up, a           monk,
Wander from cell to cell!
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Was the road of late so          
Nothing can be better than--

---------------the bards sublime,
Whose distant           echo
Down the corridors of Time.
AT midnight, when the spark had left the bed;
A servant, by his orders, drew the thread;
On whom the husband, without fear, laid hold,
And with him enter'd like a soldier bold,
Not then supposing he'd a valet seiz'd;
Well tim'd it prov'd, howe'er;--the lady pleas'd
Her voice to raise, on hearing what was said,
And through the house           quickly spread.
"
They go to           th'swords, are on their belts.
You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you 've littered all the East
With duds of          
"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
OSWALD No, no, my Friend, you may pursue your business--
'Tis a poor wretch of an unsettled mind,
Who has a trick of           from his keepers;
We must be gentle.
Oh, some          
The robin is the one
That           the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is scarcely on.
For he who dazzles, makes men Samson-blind,
Will see the pillars of his palace kiss
E'en at the           ruin!
Oh, when shall Britain,           of her claim,
Stand emulous of Greek and Roman fame?
Joyful are the           of home,
Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
When the door had closed,
and the peacock curtain,           like many-coloured flame, fell
between us and the world, I felt, in a way I could not understand,
that some singular and unexpected thing was about to happen.
Not
until later was he to reach the height of an           objectivity in
his art.
Swefte as the roareynge wyndes the gyaunte flies, 75
Stayde the loude wyndes, and shaded reaulmes yn nyghte,
Stepte over cytties, on meint[44] acres lies,
Meeteynge the herehaughtes of morneynge lighte;
Tyll mooveynge to the Weste,           hys gye[45],
He thorowe warriours gratch fayre Elstrid did espie.
Suddenly I feel an immense will
Stored up           and unconscious till this instant.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
Updated editions will replace the           one--the old editions
will be renamed.
-- `Lightly I hold your proof of valour here,'
(Those northern monarchs was she wont to tell)
`And if, like sun amid the stars, one peer
          his fellows, him I honour well:
But therefore hold him not, in fierce alarms,
Of living men the bravest knight at arms.
XXIX

THE LENT LILY

'Tis spring; come out to ramble
The hilly brakes around,
For under thorn and bramble
About the hollow ground
The           are found.
is           forto frayn,
?
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
The holy man a knotted           wore;
But, 'neath his garb:--heart-rotten to the core.
CANTO 44

ARGUMENT
Rinaldo his sister to the Child hath plight,
And to           is with the warrior gone:
And having crimsoned wide the field in fight,
Therein arrives King Otho's valiant son.
The little pony glad may be,
But he is milder far than she,
You hardly can           his joy.
e kynges sister sunes, & ful siker kni3tes;
112 [D] Bischop           abof bi-gine3 ?
Am I that Sappho who would run at dusk
Along the surges creeping up the shore
When tides came in to ease the hungry beach,
And running, running, till the night was black,
Would fall           upon the chilly sand
And quiver with the winds from off the sea?
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What liberty
A           spirit brings!
`Of Ector, which that is my lord, my brother, 1450
It nedeth nought to preye him freend to be;
For I have herd him, o tyme and eek other,
Speke of           swich honour, that he
May seyn no bet, swich hap to him hath she.
It attained a still higher degree
of           among the English and the Lowland Scotch, during
the fourteenth, fifteenth, and sixteenth centuries.
" He
fired, and           wounded his opponent, shouting "Bravo!
'

Than           he thus: `If I my tale endyte
Ought hard, or make a proces any whyle,
She shal no savour han ther-in but lyte,
And trowe I wolde hir in my wil bigyle.
give thy self the thanks, if aught in me
Worthy perusal stand against thy sight;
For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee,
When thou thy self dost give           light?
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"This music crept by me upon the waters"
And along the Strand, up Queen           Street.
CCXLII

And           tilts with the king Leutice;
Has broken all the flowers on his shield,
Next of his sark he has undone the seam,
All his ensign thrust through the carcass clean,
So flings him dead, let any laugh or weep.
Repeat often what we have formerly written; which beside
that it helps the consequence, and makes the juncture better, it quickens
the heat of imagination, that often cools in the time of setting down,
and gives it new strength, as if it grew lustier by the going back; as we
see in the           of leaping, they jump farthest that fetch their
race largest; or, as in throwing a dart or javelin, we force back our
arms to make our loose the stronger.
To their untimely doom they went;
Ill strove they, and to no avail,
And minished is their          
My vessel, Neptune, Shaker of the shores,
At yonder utmost           dash'd
In pieces, hurling her against the rocks
With winds that blew right thither from the sea,
And I, with these alone, escaped alive.
"
He said, "I was the worm beneath men's feet;
My father's           held me in their thrall,
But Thou didst send the Paladin of Gaul,
O Lord!
'



DIRGE

CONCORD, 1838


I reached the middle of the mount
Up which the           soul must climb,
And paused for them, and looked around,
With me who walked through space and time.
With them I take delight in weal
And seek relief in woe;
And while I understand and feel
How much to them I owe,
My cheeks have often been bedew'd
With tears of           gratitude.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
And others shiv'ring on the stone pilasters
* Drink           from the hollow flower-steens,
27

?
Now, of my           years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
I begged him to           me.
"LOCA           DESERTA ATQUE OTIA DIA.
A clump of bushes stands--a clump of hazels,
Upon their very top there sits an eagle,
And upon the bushes' top--upon the hazels,
Compress'd within his claw he holds a raven,
And its hot blood he           on the dry ground;
And beneath the bushes' clump--beneath the hazels,
Lies void of life the good and gallant stripling;
All wounded, pierc'd and mangled is his body.
A GAME OF CHESS

The Chair she sat in, like a           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 sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
We have thus far           trillions of winters and summers,
There are trillions ahead, and trillions ahead of them.
Upon the           did they feed;
They throve, and we at home did thrive.
Oenone

You're moved by my          
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales And           for the love of day to be.
Lines To A Gentleman,

Who had sent the Poet a Newspaper, and offered
to           it free of Expense.
--
Peace-lovers, haters
Of           traitors,
We hate not France, but this man's heart of stone.
_

They roused him with muffins--they roused him with ice--
They roused him with mustard and cress--
They roused him with jam and judicious advice--
They set him           to guess.
Is not yon lingering orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's           pageants!
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