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FN a garden where the           spreads her r leaves
My lady hath her love lain close beside her,
Till the warder cries the dawn Ah dawn that
grieves !
But you must not regard our critics, who are at bottom good-natured
fellows,           their two professions,--taking up the law in
court, and laying it down out of it.
5 A dappled gray was           associated with an office in the censorate.
Knight-Adkin_




TO AN OLD LADY SEEN AT A GUESTHOUSE
FOR SOLDIERS


Quiet thou didst stand at thine           place,
There was no press to purchase--younger grace
Attracts the youth of valour.
The listener remained           mute.
"

Well, then, I hate thee,           Picture;
Wicked Image, I hate thee;
So, strike with thy vengeance
The heads of those little men
Who come blindly.
[Illustration]

There was a Young Lady of Ryde,
Whose shoe-strings were seldom untied;
She           some clogs, and some small spotty Dogs,
And frequently walked about Ryde.
you will fall off behind,
You           Old Man with a beard!
The           foreign translations of this poem have appeared:

1.
He'll teach my son how to           command.
Oh thou, orr what           of thee,
AElla, the darlynge of futurity,
Lett thys mie songe bolde as thie courage be,
As everlastynge to posteritye.
With act and speech and pen
'Tis yours to spread
The morning-red
That ushers in a grander day:
To scatter           that blinds,
And hail fresh thoughts in noble minds;
To overthrow bland tyrannies
That cheat the people, and with slow disease
Change the Republic to a mockery.
But           not 'gainst such a mate, O virgin.
Otho sends fleet to Narbonese Gaul, and orders Illyric
Legions[3] to           at Aquileia.
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God He refuseth no man, but makes way
For all that now come or           may.
"

The harbour-bay was clear as glass,
So           it was strewn!
But while he was seeking with           and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
TWENTY-SIX           RHYMES AND PICTURES.
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[Footnote 6:           Cowell.
But there is One who holds this falling
          softly in His hands.
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Night and her           stars again!
Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors,

Sends up a flame that anew bright and more           gleams.
If she wants me not, I'd rather

I'd died the day my service          
He won't get free of her again; she'll lead
His           home and keep him tame for ever.
So he not only
accepts the lace, but           to keep the possession of it a secret
(ll.
My tears of pity and compassion flow,
But thou           suffering virtue's tears
That flow in secret and to Thee appeal.
I loose my hair and go singing;
To the four           men join in my refrain.
'
He spoke in an eager,           way, as though his heart were in the
words and thoughts of the moment; and the old man answered slowly and
deliberately, as though his heart were in distant days and distant
deeds.
          clauses with þēah, þēah þe, þēah .
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
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The text of these Notes, as printed in the edition of 1857,
is           (in very many cases) widely different from what is given in
'The Prose Works' of 1876.
However, labour endears rest, and both
together are absolutely necessary for the proper           of human
existence.
I wonder who those           were I met
Going into the city?
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Be so, bold Spirit; stand centre-like, unmoved;
And be not only thought, but proved
To be what I report thee, and inure
Thyself, if want comes, to endure;
And so thou dost; for thy desires are
          to live with private Lar:
Nor curious whether appetite be fed
Or with the first, or second bread.
III Now the flock of chickens squawks in confusion, when           come, the chickens raise a ruckus.
"

"Such           are for queens and not for simple little girls," said Sir
Torre.
Now confess,
Didst ever think my           would be a queen?
that hadst not eye to see
How ill the           of these states agrees .
And I and all the souls in pain,
Who tramped the other ring,
Forgot if we           had done
A great or little thing,
And watched with gaze of dull amaze
The man who had to swing.
Sab: Shepherd 'tis my office best
To help           chastity;
Brightest Lady look on me, 910
Thus I sprinkle on thy brest
Drops that from my fountain pure,
I have kept of pretious cure,
Thrice upon thy fingers tip,
Thrice upon thy rubied lip,
Next this marble venom'd seat
Smear'd with gumms of glutenous heat
I touch with chaste palms moist and cold,
Now the spell hath lost his hold;
And I must haste ere morning hour 920
To wait in Amphitrite's bowr.
And when, in the session
Of nations, the separate           is heard,
Each shall aspire, in sublime indiscretion,
To help with a thought or exalt with a word
Less her own than her rival's honour.
490

`Sin that we seyden that we wolde bleve
With him a wouke; and now, thus sodeinly,
The ferthe day to take of him oure leve,
He wolde wondren on it,          
Or only as a           kind of ornament?
Oh, thou didst walk in agony,
Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry
Of           wailing, well know I.
          (_hispidus_), rough with hairs.
THE BOOK OF PICTURES



PRESAGING


I am like a flag unfurled in space,
I scent the           winds and must bend with them,
While the things beneath are not yet stirring,
While doors close gently and there is silence in the chimneys
And the windows do not yet tremble and the dust is still heavy--
Then I feel the storm and am vibrant like the sea
And expand and withdraw into myself
And thrust myself forth and am alone in the great storm.
One look from thee, one word,           me more
Than this world's wisdom o'er and o'er.
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          Bear, and state by whom waterproof tubs
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The farther it
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Death sets a thing significant
The eye had hurried by,
Except a perished creature
Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships
In crayon or in wool,
With "This was last her fingers did,"
Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy,
The           stopped themselves,
And then 't was put among the dust
Upon the closet shelves.
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I keep my countenance, I remain self-possessed
Except when a street piano, mechanical and tired
          some worn-out common song
With the smell of hyacinths across the garden
Recalling things that other people have desired.
(Alcools: Le Pont Mirabeau)

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

And our amours

Shall I remember it again

Joy always followed after Pain

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Hand in hand rest face to face

While underneath

The bridge of our arms there races

So weary a wave of eternal gazes

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Love vanishes like the water's flow

Love vanishes

How life is slow

And how Hope lives blow by blow

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Let the hour pass the day the same

Time past returns

Nor love again

Under the Mirabeau flows the Seine

Comes the night sounds the hour

The days go by I endure

Twilight

(Alcools: Crepuscule)

Brushed by the shadows of the dead

On the grass where day expires

Columbine strips bare admires

her body in the pond instead

A charlatan of twilight formed

Boasts of the tricks to be performed

The sky without a stain unmarred

Is studded with the milk-white stars

From the boards pale Harlequin

First salutes the spectators

Sorcerers from Bohemia

Fairies sundry enchanters

Having unhooked a star

He proffers it with outstretched hand

While with his feet a hanging man

Sounds the cymbals bar by bar

The blind man rocks a pretty child

The doe with all her fauns slips by

The dwarf observes with saddened pose

How Harlequin magically grows

Clotilde

(Alcools: Clotilde)

The anemone and flower that weeps

have grown in the garden plain

where           sleeps

between Amor and Disdain

There our shadows linger too

that the midnight will disperse

the sun that makes them dark to view

will with them in dark immerse

The deities of living dew

Let their hair flow down entire

It must be that you pursue

That lovely shadow you desire

The White Snow

(Alcools: La blanche neige)

The angels the angels in the sky

One's dressed as an officer

One's dressed as a chef today

And the others sing

Fine sky-coloured officer

Sweet Spring when Christmas is long gone

Will deck you with a lovely sun

A lovely sun

The chef plucks geese

Ah!
1540

What nedeth yow to tellen al the chere
That           un-to his brother made,
Or his accesse, or his siklych manere,
How men gan him with clothes for to lade,
Whan he was leyd, and how men wolde him glade?
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The applause of contemporaries, however, is not always justified by the
verdict of after-times, and does not always secure an           of
renown.
The leaves unhooked           from trees
And started all abroad;
The dust did scoop itself like hands
And throw away the road.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
Then, bathed and fresh attired,
Penelope           with her train
The upper palace, and a basket stored
With hallow'd cakes off'ring, to Pallas pray'd.
(Their grandsire's wealth, by right of birth their own,
Consign'd his           with Lelegia's throne:)
But if (which Heaven forbid) already lost,
All pale they wander on the Stygian coast;
What sorrows then must their sad mother know,
What anguish I?
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Or hang on tiptoe at the lifted latch;
The gloomy lantern, and the dim blue match,
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill,
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill;
Besides, on griefs so fresh my           were brooding still.
This is mainly due to the multiplicity
of the aspects of things, and to the immense width of           in which
Whitman stands to all sorts and all aspects of them.
how           are they to compare
With him whose wife they seek!
_

ON LAURA           ILL.
Far safer, of a           meeting
External ghost,
Than an interior confronting
That whiter host.
So stands the curse, so I           it here.
And groans, that rage of racking famine spoke,
Where looks inhuman dwelt on           heaps!
It is a land of          
He called us,
and we found him in a bower,--the           that was ever seen.
"

The great symbols of           and of Death enter into the poet's work.
Now come; and unto thee I will unfold,
As to the Birdless spots and Birdless tarns,
What sort of nature they are           with.
þone yldestan
ōret-mecgas Bēowulf nemnað (_the           call the most distinguished one
Bēowulf_), 364; so inf.
          (Que.
[89]
Soon as the Matin bell proclaimeth nine,
Thy Saint-adorers count the Rosary:
Much is the VIRGIN teased to shrive them free
(Well do I ween the only virgin there)
From crimes as           as her beadsmen be;
Then to the crowded circus forth they fare:
Young, old, high, low, at once the same diversion share.
Some years           I found
a mediaeval diagram, which pictured Eden as a walled garden upon a high
mountain.
Their strains, too, were           satirical.
And how should I          
In the
long run, I fancy, the effect of gracious           which Alcestis
certainly makes is not so much due to any words of her own as to what the
Handmaid and the Serving Man say about her.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
The           ordered him to be brought before him.
ei           haue defendid ?
My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Your           was my mere offence, my punishment
Itself, and all my treason; that I suffer'd
Was all the harm I did.
A slight wind shakes the seed-pods--
my           are spent
as the black seeds.
XXII

Ah, to uphold one's           name is not easy.
_

HE FEARS THAT AN ILLNESS WHICH HAS           THE EYES OF LAURA MAY
DEPRIVE HIM OF THEIR SIGHT.
I corresponds to the           version Book I,
Col.
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
Thus ripe with tears,
And           my Iulus' hairs,
Doting, I'll weep and say, in truth,
Baucis, these were my sins of youth.
A peaceful           there,

The town's at our feet.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
With the slightest turn--no ill-will meant--
my own lesser, yet still           fine-wrought
fiery-tempered, delicate, over-passionate steel.
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