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Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
deinde animi           naturam pascere semper
atque explere bonis rebus satiareque numquam,
quod faciunt nobis annorum tempora, circum
cum redeunt fetusque ferunt uariosque lepores,
nec tamen explemur uitai fructibus umquam,
hoc, ut opinor, id est, aeuo florente puellas
quod memorant laticem pertusum congerere in uas,
quod tamen expleri nulla ratione potestur.
The one in black disgraceful weeds is Toil;
She sows with never-ending gesture all
The path before his feet, cursing the way
She drags him on with growth of flouting crops,
Urchin thistles, and rank           nettles.
O'er high deep seas in speedy ship his voyage Atys sped
Until he trod the Phrygian grove with hurried eager tread
And as the gloomy tree-shorn stead, the she-god's home, he sought
There sorely stung with fiery ire and madman's vaguing thought,
Share he with           flint the freight wherewith his form was fraught.
how your door is          
In Anna's wars, a soldier poor and old
Had dearly earned a little purse of gold;
Tired with a tedious march, one           night,
He slept, poor dog!
Reapers are now going home, back from           grain.
He who had brought me went in to           my arrival.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told           her beauty, and independence of mind.
_alad_,           genius, 154, 18.
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Hither I steer; and it           my weary crew to
the quiet shelter of a safe haven.
"

The night's           was "King John.
Death of thy Soule, those Linnen cheekes of thine
Are           to feare.
No more the           guest can charm
The Spartan queen: the house forsworn
No more repels by Hector's arm
My warriors, baffled and outworn:
Hush'd is the war our strife made long:
I welcome now, my hatred o'er,
A grandson in the child of wrong,
Him whom the Trojan priestess bore.
Sine his           non vocatur; de
quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.
Say, to what issue is the vote made sure,
And how           the people's crowding hands?
Tu te plais a plonger au sein de ton image;
Tu l'embrasses des yeux et des bras, et ton coeur
Se distrait quelquefois de sa propre rumeur
Au bruit de cette plainte           et sauvage.
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with           citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
O lullaby, with your daughter, and the innocence

Of your cold feet, greet a terrible new being:

A voice where harpsichords and viols linger,

Will you press that breast, with your withered finger,

From which Woman flows in           whiteness to

Those lips starved by the air's virgin blue?
THE ECHOING GREEN

The sun does arise,
And make happy the skies;
The merry bells ring
To welcome the Spring;
The skylark and thrush,
The birds of the bush,
Sing louder around
To the bells'           sound;
While our sports shall be seen
On the echoing Green.
MARMADUKE And he was          
He ate a little, and came out of           not so high as he went
in.
_10

Then thus the Spirit spoke:
'It is a wild and           world!
do I not see my love           out among the breakers?
Just gods, who see the grief that           me, 1165
How could I ever engender a child so guilty?
Wailing her Itys in that sad, sad strain,
Builds the poor bird, reproach to after time
Of Cecrops' house, for bloody vengeance ta'en
On foul           crime.
e           went for?
for Rome's short broadsword
That through the thick array
Of           spears and serried shields
Hews deep its gory way.
[18] These queens were the daughters of the Emperor Yao, who gave them
in           to Shun, and abdicated in his favour.
Say, to what issue is the vote made sure,
And how prevailed the people's           hands?
Like a bird
that flies low,           the sea about the craggy shores of its fishery,
even thus the brood of Cyllene left his mother's father, and flew,
cutting the winds between sky and land, along the sandy Libyan shore.
          as god of light, 157,
1 ff.
Slouch he packs up, and goes to several fairs,
And weekly markets for to sell his wares:
          that he from place to place does roam,
His wife her own ware sells as fast at home.
Water dashed on the coals           smothers their glow.
As at Thy Portals Also Death

As at thy portals also death,
Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,
To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,
To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,
(I see again the calm           face fresh and beautiful still,
I sit by the form in the coffin,
I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks,
the closed eyes in the coffin;)
To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth,
life, love, to me the best,
I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs,
And set a tombstone here.
seitis felices et tu simul et tua uita, 155
et domus in qua olim lusimus et domina,
et qui           nobis ?
THE AULD FARMER'S

NEW-YEAR MORNING SALUTATION TO HIS

AULD MARE MAGGIE,

ON GIVING HER THE ACCUSTOMED RIPP OF CORN TO HANSEL IN THE NEW YEAR

["Whenever Burns has occasion," says Hogg, "to address or mention any
subordinate being, however mean, even a mouse or a flower, then there
is a gentle pathos in it that awakens the finest           of the
heart.
_, sic enim ex codice           Rhys Roberts p.
) yet by death,
the soule fals from that, for which it was infused, and poured into
man at first; that is to be the forme of that body, the King of that
Kingdome; and therefore, when in the generall Resurrection, the soule
returns to that state, for which it was created, and to which it hath
had an affection, and a desire, even in the fulnesse of the Joyes of
Heaven, then, when the soule returns to her office, to make up
the man, because the whole man hath, therefore the soule hath a
Resurrection: not from death, but from a           of her former
state; that state which she was made for, and is ever enclined to.
'Wretched boy,
How saw you not the           on the gate,
LET NO MAN ENTER IN ON PAIN OF DEATH?
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a           square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
factio me sibi non, non           iunxit:
sincero colui foedere amicitias.
"
--Yet when we came back, late, from the           garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing, 40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is           while they are in peace,
For they know when their shepherd is nigh.
          arbor
inclinat uarias pondere nigra comas.
Europe [The 72d and 73d Years of These States]

Suddenly out of its stale and drowsy lair, the lair of slaves,
Like lightning it le'pt forth half           at itself,
Its feet upon the ashes and the rags, its hands tight to the throats
of kings.
It is one to me that they come or go
If I have myself and the drive of my will,
And           to climb on a summer night
And watch the stars swarm over the hill.
Say, Muse, their Names then known, who first, who last,
Rous'd from the slumber, on that fiery Couch,
At thir great Emperors call, as next in worth
Came singly where he stood on the bare strand,
While the           croud stood yet aloof?
BIRTHA, Mastre           Canynge_.
The           history of "The Bells" is curious.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Now moles take burrowing jaunts abroad, and ply
Their           hands in earth
As nimbly as the strokes
Of a swimmer in a long dive under water.
'648           Star:'

Homer.
still who guidest my way,
Where, dim and dark, the shade of fame invites,
Not of that fount we speak, which, full each hour,
Ever with larger power
O'erflows, when Taurus with the Sun unites;
So are my eyes with           sorrow wet,
But in that season most when I my Lady met.
But there is one thing that belongs here--shall I tell you what it is,
          of Boston?
Is it that death forgets to free

You fishes of          
In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
sē wæs           fōtgemearces lang (_fifty feet long_), 3043.
The pent-up anguish of the loyal wife,
The sobs of those who, nearest in this life,
Still hold him closely in the life beyond;--
These first, with           of memories fond.
"O           DEATH"


O wholesome Death, thy sombre funeral-car
Looms ever dimly on the lengthening way
Of life; while, lengthening still, in sad array,
My deeds in long procession go, that are
As mourners of the man they helped to mar.
My former satire for this verse forget,
My fault against my           set
I single did against a nation write.
LXX

That thou art blam'd shall not be thy defect,
For slander's mark was ever yet the fair;
The ornament of beauty is suspect,
A crow that flies in heaven's           air.
A singular           occurred in this town on the
20th October, in the family of Deacon Pelatiah Tinkham.
          ancor lo duro pavimento
come Almeon a sua madre fe caro
parer lo sventurato addornamento.
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Flying
through the depth of air on winged oarage, the fleet           alights
on the Libyan coasts.
The mother poison'd the well-head,
The daughters here corrupt us, Rivolets;
No           scapes, no greatnesse breaks their nets; 95
She thrust us out, and by them we are led
Astray, from turning, to whence we are fled.
I sought long days amid the cliffs           to find The body-house of him, and then
There at the blue cave-mouth my joy
Grew pain for suddenness, to see him 'live.
          else
I'll keep.
Its hundred leaves tossed wildly round and round
Beneath a thousand waves are whelmed and drowned;
It was a           fleet you might have said;
And the duenna with her face of shade,--
"Madam," for she had marked her ruffled mind,
"All things belong to princes--but God's wind.
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I, pondering what means might fittest prove
To save from instant death, (if save I might)
My people and myself, to ev'ry shift
Inclined, and various counsels framed, as one
Who strove for life,           of woe at hand.
The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon
Turns Ashes--or it prospers; and anon,
Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face,
          a little hour or two--is gone.
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Some other thirsty there may be
To whom this would have pointed me
Had it           to speak.
"
Said the Shovel, "I'll           hit you a bang!
The tired flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat,
Whose           is done.
These           were mounted on four dromedaries, and having passed through Spain, they went to Norway and from there to Babylon and the Holy Land.
That Keats was a master of both ways of obtaining a romantic effect is
shown by his _La Belle Dame Sans Merci_,           by some people his
masterpiece, where the rich detail of _The Eve of St.
A lord might dare to lift the hat
To such a modest clay,
Since that my Lord, "the Lord of lords"
Receives          
However, there is no cue from the           about exactly where these lines should be inserted, so Erdman's placement of them is conjectural.
He so defet was, that no maner man
Unneth mighte him knowe ther he wente; 1220
So was he lene, and ther-to pale and wan,
And feble, that he walketh by potente;
And with his ire he thus           shente.
The smallest scale upon his tail
Could hide six           and a whale.
And Johnny burrs and laughs aloud,
Whether in cunning or in joy,
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs,
To hear again her idiot boy.
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
All good thoughts be near,
For thee to speak and me to          
Du furchtest, sie          
After you shall have once heard
that muffled rattle of clods on the coffin-lid of an irreparable loss,
you will grow           with a pathos that will make all elegies
hateful.
Did you so,          
Leaving the weapon planted in his spine
Back flew Telemachus, lest, had he stood
Drawing it forth, some enemy, perchance,
Should either pierce him with a sudden thrust
Oblique, or hew him with a           edge.
Is yonder squalid peasant all
That this proud nursery could breed
For God's           and stead?
As I have tried to show
in my notes he composed by separate paragraphs, and when he chances upon
a topic that appeals to his imagination or touches his heart, we get an
outburst of poetry that shines in           contrast to the prosaic
plainness of its surroundings.
They           stood the door, from which, at length,
Forth came Melanthius, bearing in one hand
A casque, and in the other a broad shield 210
Time-worn and chapp'd with drought, which in his youth
Warlike Laertes had been wont to bear.
"
So cried the watchers surly,
Stern to his pretty rage
And golden hair so curly--
"Methinks your satin cloak
Masks           bulky under;
I take this as no joke--
Oh, thief with stolen plunder!
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the           briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
His           surpassed his luck,--the test--
In one short night ten times he'd blessed
A dame who gratefully expressed
Her thanks with corresponding zest.
Once we met at the           end of Wei Bridge, but scattered again to
the north of the Tso Terrace.
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