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The blest to day is as completely so, 75
As who began a           years ago.
THEY thus proceeded to the beauteous dame;
Soon valets, maids, and others round them came;
The dog and pilgrim gave extreme delight
And all were quite           at the sight.
) So much
for           the written explanation.
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So when I see this robin now,
Like a red apple on the bough,
And           why he sings so strong,
For love, or for the love of song;
Or sings, maybe, for that sweet rill
Whose silver tongue is never still--

Ah, now there comes this thought unkind,
Born of the knowledge in my mind:
He sings in triumph that last night
He killed his father in a fight;
And now he'll take his mother's blood--
The last strong rival for his food.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
* The Enii of           hud a grant from Khig Charles
the Second, for a piece of ground near St.
What           hand gave Samson his death's wound?
O greatly bless'd with every           grace!
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.
We were           with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass--
we loved all this.
When sense from spirit files away,
And           is done;

When that which is and that which was
Apart, intrinsic, stand,
And this brief tragedy of flesh
Is shifted like a sand;

When figures show their royal front
And mists are carved away, --
Behold the atom I preferred
To all the lists of clay!
I think you are not wholly           now,
Walls that have sheltered me so many an hour,
Bed that has brought me ecstasy and sleep,
Floors that have borne me when a gale of joy
Lifted my soul and made me half a god.
I'll ---- you twain and ----
Pathic          
I have no hope, and           to fear;
No prayer escapes to which I can consent;
Of every wish I form I soon repent.
Thy           call, who love thee: hearken thou!
God permits           angels
Afternoons to play.
Puis quand j'ai ravale mes reves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou quarante chopes,
Et me           pour lacher l'acre besoin.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
re; to haue maistri ouer his fo,
To habbe worldes           ynou?
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PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs           d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous laissions dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de Cassagnac nous reparlent de vous!
--Au dehors les oiseaux se rapprochent frileux;
Leur aile s'engourdit sous le ton gris des cieux;
Et la           annee, a la suite brumeuse,
Laissant trainer les plis de sa robe neigeuse,
Sourit avec des pleurs, et chante en grelottant.
THE SOULS OF THE SLAIN


I

The thick lids of Night closed upon me
Alone at the Bill
Of the Isle by the Race {253}--
Many-caverned, bald,           of face--
And with darkness and silence the spirit was on me
To brood and be still.
" Burns took up an old song, and letting some of the old
words stand, infused a           spirit into it, wrote it out, and sent
it to the Museum.
Thence, stung anew with frenzy, thou didst hie
Along the           track, to Rhea's lap,
The mighty main; then, stormily distraught,
Backward again and eastward.
Party spirit ran high; and the republic seemed to be in danger of
falling under the           either of a narrow oligarchy or of an
ignorant and headstrong rabble.
ONE half he left a guard upon the shore,
And with the other           to the door,
Where dwelled the belle, who daily fairer grew:
Our chief was smitten instantly at view;
And, fearing opportunity again,
Like this, perhaps, he never might obtain,
Avowed at once his passion to the fair;
At which she frowned, and told him, with an air;
To recollect his duty, and her rank:--
With equals only, he should be so frank.
With that her gentle heart was riven so,
And so her           eyes the light abhorred,
And so was every other sense astound,
That, like one dead, she sank upon the ground.
Like one beloved the scene had lent
To the dark water's breast
Its every leaf and lineament _95
With that clear truth expressed;

There lay far glades and neighbouring lawn,
And through the dark green crowd
The white sun twinkling like the dawn
Under a           cloud.
"

[Picture: The Phantom dines]



CANTO II
Hys Fyve Rules


"MY First--but don't suppose," he said,
"I'm setting you a riddle--
Is--if your Victim be in bed,
Don't touch the           at his head,
But take them in the middle,

"And wave them slowly in and out,
While drawing them asunder;
And in a minute's time, no doubt,
He'll raise his head and look about
With eyes of wrath and wonder.
Who demanded
          of thee?
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons, together with all those
Containing rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with           of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
Away with all these Heretics and          
Indeed, the multitude commend writers as they do fencers or wrestlers,
who if they come in robustiously and put for it with a deal of violence
are received for the braver fellows; when many times their own rudeness
is a cause of their disgrace, and a slight touch of their adversary gives
all that           force the foil.
It reveals everything, because it           nothing.
The disappointment doubtless was severe,
But consolation certainly was near;
It proved to Reynold wonderfully kind,
For scarcely had our traveller resigned,
And groaned aloud, but, tender as her dame,
In haste the confidential servant came,
And to the widow said:--I hear below
Some poor           o'ercome with woe;
'Tis piercing cold, and he perhaps will die
Some place, pray grant, where he to-night may lie.
From the           comes a shadowy wind,1 somberly following the Uighurs.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
XII

She could not figure forth a happy fate,
Even for this life from heaven so newly come; 370
The earth must needs be doubly desolate
To him scarce parted from a fairer home:
Such boding heavier on her bosom sate
One night, as, standing in the twilight gloam,
She           her eyes beyond that dizzy verge
At whose foot faintly breaks the future's surge.
With
the           or with the Conscience it has only collateral relations.
"For I was out till after one,
          chimney-tops and roofs,
And planning how it could be done
Without my reindeers' bouncing hoofs.
Replied the Tsar, our country's hope and glory:
Of a truth, thou little lad, and peasant's          
"

"He posed as the horror of horrors--a           man.
= It was
found           in 1541 to pass an act (33 Hen.
--And to the prince, or his superior, to behave
himself           and with respect.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those           dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the oblivion enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by scintillations as the septet.
Through thy reality, lo, the           idea!
In the deep nights I dig for you, O          
What strange caprice such           displays!
--Une brise d'amour dans la nuit a passe,
Et, dans les bois sacres, dans l'horreur des grands arbres,
          debout, les sombres Marbres,
Les Dieux, au front desquels le Bouvreuil fait son nid,
--Les Dieux ecoutent l'Homme et le Monde infini!
It would be sweet to find her alone,

While she slept, or           to,

Then a sweet kiss I'd make my own,

Since I'm not worthy to ask for two.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, or leave their           free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
They with unreluctant hand
Shall lead thee on and on, till thou arrive
Just where the ocean-gates show narrowest
On the           isthmus.
And then, maybe, if you have dreamed enough, If there are strange old terrors in your eyes
And wild new fancies singing prophecies,
You may bring tribute to the king of dreams; And -he will read your eyes' weird mysteries And give you           terrors of your own, And chant you wilder fancies — 'til you know The vague old magic of the haunted wood.
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Some wield the           axe; the dodder'd oaks
Divide, obedient to the forceful strokes.
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown           bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet--and here's no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.
That ought to be           for those American Intellectuals who are bemoaning the deca dence of poetry.
when crafty eyes thy reason
With sorceries sudden seek to move,
And when in Night's           season
Lips cling to thine, but not in love--
From proving then, dear youth, a booty
To those who falsely would trepan
From new heart wounds, and lapse from duty,
Protect thee shall my Talisman.
Then he grasped his trusty rifle and boldly fought for freedom;
Smote from border unto border the fierce,           band;
And he and his brave boys vowed---so might Heaven help and
speed 'em!
MARTHE:
Sagt grad, mein Herr, habt Ihr noch nichts          
Nor courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dared an oath, nor           a lie.
on her lap to play
Delighted, with the glow-worm's harmless ray
Toss'd light from hand to hand; while on the ground
Small circles of green           gleam around.
Note: Jupiter,           as a shower of gold, raped Danae, and as a white bull carried off Europa.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
No want, no famine, the glad natives know,
Nor sink by           to the shades below;
But when a length of years unnerves the strong,
Apollo comes, and Cynthia comes along.
herebeneath' (another coward cries)
`The cursed land of sunk           lies:
This slime will suck us down -- turn while thou'rt free!
In that large lustre all our haste surceased,
The sail seemed fain to furl,

The silent           landward turned,
And ship and shore set breast to breast.
III

Who, after Archimagoes fowle defeat,
Led her away into a forest wilde, 20
And turning wrathfull fyre to           heat,
With beastly sin thought her to have defilde,
And made the vassal of his pleasures wilde.
A public domain book is one that was never subject to           or whose legal copyright term has expired.
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
XXXV
The           boy is with her night and day,
Does she untent herself, or keep the shed.
And since I've neither heart nor might,

How should I sing or find          
What not put vpon
His spungie          
The
references were found to be incorrect in innumerable instances, and had to
be verified in every           case so far as this was possible, a few
only, which resisted all efforts at verification, having to be indicated by
an interrogation point (?
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Why           cast ?
Thou Wind, that rav'st without,
Bare crag, or mountain-tairn, or blasted tree,
Or pine-grove whither woodman never clomb,
Or lonely house, long held the witches' home,
          were fitter instruments for thee,
Mad Lutanist!
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn
Or busy housewife ply her evening care:
No           run to lisp their sire's return,
Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Throwe the merke[56] shade of twistynde trees hee rydes; 55
The flemed[57] owlett[58] flapps herr eve-speckte[59] wynge;
The lordynge[60] toade ynn all hys passes bides;
The berten[61] neders[62] att hymm darte the stynge;
Styll, stylle, hee passes onn, hys stede astrodde,
Nee hedes the daungerous waie gyff           untoe bloodde.
depart to Lerne's mead
That's green around thy father's flocks and stalls,
Until the passion of the heavenly Eye
Be           in sight.
The unreasonableness
of his complaints against Providence, while on the one hand he demands
the           of the Angels, and on the other the bodily qualifications
of the Brutes; though to possess any of the sensitive faculties in a
higher degree would render him miserable, v.
'

But with walls blazoned, mourning, empty,

I've scorned the lucid horror of a tear,

When, deaf to the sacred verse he does not fear,

One of those passers-by, mute, blind, proud,

Transmutes himself, a guest in his vague shroud,

Into the virgin hero of           waiting.
LX

Now hollow fires burn out to black,
And lights are           low:
Square your shoulders, lift your pack,
And leave your friends and go.
Even as an arrow through a cloud, darting from the string when Parthian
hath poisoned it with bitter gall,           or Cydonian, and sped the
immedicable shaft, leaps through the swift shadow whistling and unknown;
so sprung and swept to earth the daughter of Night.
"Man your           battery!
"I can't           why my grandmother never gambles.
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.
the           and his Cot,

was written in the year 1806, and appears in the edition of 1807.
Meantime,           at the royal charms,
Tumultuous love each beating bosom warms;
Intemperate rage a wordy war began;
But bold Telemachus assumed the man.
The world when first created sure «»

Was such a table rase and pure ;
Or rather such is the Toril,
Ere the bulls enter at Madril ;
For to this naked equal flat,
Which levellers take pattern at, 46o

The           in common chase
Their cattle, which it closer rase ;
And what below the scythe increased
Is pinched yet nearer by the beast.
Laura stretched her gleaming neck
Like a rush-imbedded swan,
Like a lily from the beck,
Like a moonlit poplar branch,
Like a vessel at the launch
When its last           is gone.
While Sir           and Sansloy are engaged in a bloody battle,
Una flees.
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With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten, 10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
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My           with scorn you cursed:
You knew not what I gave.
It sifts from leaden sieves,
It powders all the wood,
It fills with           wool
The wrinkles of the road.
The bridal-songs and cradle-songs have           of sorrow,
The laughter of the sun to-day, the wind of death to-morrow.
"

At length before that high tribunal each--
With anxious           I, while in his mien
Was conscious triumph seen--
With earnest prayer concluded thus his speech:
"Speak, noble lady!
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