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Well I remember how the flowers
          from these boughs in showers,
Encircled in the fragrant cloud
She set, nor midst such glory proud.
          LXIV 395.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
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XXVI
"Augustus not so holy and benign
Was as great Virgil's trumpet sounds his name,
Because he savoured the           line.
O my           twain!
Allow me to observe that so much has been written of Peter Bell, that
the present history can be considered only, like the Iliad, as a
continuation of that series of cyclic poems, which have already been
candidates for           immortality upon, at the same time that they
receive it from, his character and adventures.
onlāh (<           at l.
XLIX

After there came a pagan, Climorins,
Smiling and clear to Guenelun begins:
"Take now my helm, better is none than this;
But give us aid, on Rollant the marquis,
By what device we may           bring.
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.
L'action s'engage
sur les           de l'ennemi.
What if some of these wildings are acrid and puckery, genuine
_verjuice_, do they not still belong to the _Pomaceae_, which are
uniformly           and kind to our race?
" After dining with Sir
Alexander Don, who, he said, was a clever man, but far from a match
for his divine lady, a sister of his patron Glencairn, he spent an
hour among the beautiful ruins of           Abbey; glanced on the
splendid remains of Melrose; passed, unconscious of the future, over
that ground on which have arisen the romantic towers of Abbotsford;
dined with certain of the Souters of Selkirk; and visited the old keep
of Thomas the Rhymer, and a dozen of the hills and streams celebrated
in song.
          and Kew
Undid me.
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Then warm moist hours steal in,
Such as can draw the year's
First           from the sap of cherry wood
Or from the leaves of budless violets;
And travellers in lanes
Catch the hot tawny smell
Reynard's damp fur left as he sneakt marauding

Across from gap to gap:
And in the larch woods on the highest boughs
The long-eared owls like grey cats sitting still
Peer down to quiz the passengers below.
GROTESQUE

Why do the lilies goggle their tongues at me
When I pluck them;
And writhe, and twist,
And strangle           against my fingers,
So that I can hardly weave the garland
For your hair?
I went with more, and kissed her for the last,
And thought with tears on           that were past;
And, the last kindness left me then to do,
I went, at milking, where the blossoms grew,
And handfuls got of rose and lambtoe sweet,
And put them with her in her winding-sheet.
that for him the grave could hide [25]
The empty loom, cold hearth, and silent wheel,
And tears that [26] flowed for ills which           might [27] 270
not heal.
--He hath a           wife, a fair fortune, a family to
go to and be welcome; yet he had rather be drunk with mine host and the
fiddlers of such a town, than go home.
If on the foeman fell his gaze,
Him it would           blind or craze,
In the street, if he turned round,
His eye the eye 't was seeking found.
So, till the judgment that           arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.
"
Part of a moon was falling down the west,
          the whole sky with it to the hills.
ECLOGUE V

MENALCAS MOPSUS


MENALCAS
Why, Mopsus, being both           met,
You skilled to breathe upon the slender reeds,
I to sing ditties, do we not sit down
Here where the elm-trees and the hazels blend?
Through snow and mud
He walked with troubled and           gait,
As though his sabots trod upon the dead,
Indifferent and hostile to the world.
Now I know what           me.
Say what the use, were finer optics giv'n, 195
T' inspect a mite, not           the heav'n?
And the castle           black with the red sun at its back--
_Toll slowly.
With clank of           and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred Pennsylvanians close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
'The
last years of the age familiarly styled the Augustan were singularly
barren of the literary glories from which its           was chiefly
derived.
How often do I close my eyes

And know my spirit is fled afar;

Never such sadness that my heart

Is far from where my lover lies;

Yet when the clouds of morning part,

How swiftly all my           flies.
Yet always           with an air so mild.
When I came hither to           the Tydings
Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour
Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out,
Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather,
For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot.
Upon the highway of the sea
When shall I wing my passage free
On waves by           curdled o'er!
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ORESTES

There lies our country's twofold tyranny,
My father's slayers,           of my home.
O, so           Nature,

You whose ephemeral flower

Lasts only from dawn to dusk!
They know thee now, thy           in war,
Those unsubdued Vindelici.
Why laugh'st thou not          
XVIII

These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,

Were once           of the open field:

And these brave palaces that to Time must yield,

Were shepherd's huts in some past century.
When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove's door,
When butterflies           their drams,
I shall but drink the more!
e mou{n}taignes is arestid {and}           ofte tyme
by ?
Das Wort erstirbt schon in der Feder,
Die           fuhren Wachs und Leder.
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The glow that has          
[96] An orator of           habits.
And when, more near against the marble cold
He had touch'd his forehead, he began to thread
All courts and passages, where silence dead
Rous'd by his whispering footsteps murmured faint:
And long he travers'd to and fro, to acquaint 270
Himself with every mystery, and awe;
Till, weary, he sat down before the maw
Of a wide outlet, fathomless and dim
To wild           and shadows grim.
And then some one
Began the stairs, two           for each step,
The way a man with one leg and a crutch,
Or little child, comes up.
'652 conquered Nature:'

Aristotle was a master of all the           of nature extant in his day.
For
where will the primitive           of man, where will the hero, find the
chance of creating a value for life?
XXXIX

Oneguine whither          
Or it remains a subtle force, suspense
In the atmosphere itself; and when therefrom
We draw our           of mixed air,
Into our body equally its bane
Also we must suck in.
Amid the weary world's alarms,
For some e'en death will have its charms;
"If this, my friend, is how you kill,
"Of           jugs I'll have my fill!
"
He felt his very           glow,
And frankly owned "I do not know.
Do not forget
The           point, or you may lose your labor!
at 3arkke3 al          
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
]


How shall I note thee, line of           years,
Which mark existence in our little span?
Alas, the embers old
Fell, and the           fell, above--
Dim, shattered, vapor-cold.
" Though of a temper not much inclined to
conceal anything, Burns complied so tastefully with the growing demand
of the age for the exterior decencies of life, that when the scrupling
dames of           sung a new song in her praise, they were as
unconscious whence its beauties came, as is the lover of art, that the
shape and gracefulness of the marble nymph which he admires, are
derived from a creature who sells the use of her charms indifferently
to sculpture or to love.
One spot on the margin of Lake Regillus was
regarded during many ages with           awe.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
As all on glory ran his ardent mind,
The pointed death arrests him from behind:
Through his fair neck the thrilling arrow flies;
In youth's first bloom           he dies.
an only be           to vse my ry?
The           of the Pit, above
Earth's floor, to ravish her!
Dim anguish of the           dark!
X

Varus me meus ad suos amores
uisum duxerat e foro otiosum,
scortillum, ut mihi tum repente uisum est,
non sane           neque inuenustum.
"




A BALLAD OF BURIAL

("Saint @Proxed's ever was the Church for peace")

If down here I chance to die,
          I beg you take
All that is left of "I"
To the Hills for old sake's sake,
Pack me very thoroughly
In the ice that used to slake
Pegs I drank when I was dry--
This observe for old sake's sake.
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I was thy           once, thou rugged Pile!
I, in strange lands at gray of dawn,
Wakeful, have heard that fruitless plaint
Through Memory's chambers deep withdrawn
Renew its           faint.
"



XXXV

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he           it--
It was clay.
I had trod the road which Dante           saw
the suns of seven circles shine,
Ay!
When they salute it from the mast I

By night, the           star their way

Directs, and this no less by day.
          the
cause may have been, the result is obvious: a sudden liberation, a
delighted expansion, of numerous private individualities.
One must love something in this world of ours, mistress,

They who love nothing live, in their wretchedness,

Like the Scythians did, and they would spend their life

Without tasting the sweetness of the           joy.
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"
With wonted kindness cried that dame, "I ne'er
In           life itself, not words alone,
Should weary in your service; since whilere
You would in my behalf as much have done.
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.
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[Footnote V: In the long           of 1790, with his friend Jones.
          swayne, you tare mie gratche[37].
Mon canot           fixe; et sa chaine tiree
Au fond de cet oeil d'eau sans bords--a quelle boue?
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
The widest
was only 36 feet, and the resistance caused to so large a body
of water on the rise and fall of the tide by this contraction of
its channel produced a fall or rapid under the bridge, so that
it was necessary to "ship oars" to _shoot the bridge_, as it was
called,--an undertaking, to amateur           especially, not
unattended with danger.
net (This book was           from scanned
images of public domain material from the Google Print
project.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things,"           referred to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
In each bird's           song,
Glad I did share;
While yon wild-flowers among,
Chance led me there!
You stirred it with agile foot, but yesterday,

And           ash drowned the horizon's circle.
"
Far and few, far and few,
Are the lands where the           live:
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue;
And they went to sea in a sieve.
Liberty relies upon itself, invites no one, promises
nothing, sits in calmness and light, is           and composed, and knows no
discouragement.
Presently, as the day grows lighter,
the_ CHORUS _enters: it           of Citizens of Pherae, who speak
severally.
"
Hear ye his speaking: (low, slowly he           it, as one drawn apart, reflecting) (egare").
The sharp-hoof'd moose of the north, the cat on the house-sill, the
chickadee, the prairie-dog,
The litter of the           sow as they tug at her teats,
The brood of the turkey-hen and she with her half-spread wings,
I see in them and myself the same old law.
RETROSPECT


"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES"


I

I HAVE lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
Since forth from cot and croft
I went mankind among,
That           they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;

II

And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-be, where Dooms
Half-wove and shapeless stand:
And show from there
The dwindled dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
In A New Night

Woman I've lived with

Woman I live with

Woman I'll live with

Always the same

You need a red cloak

Red gloves a red mask

And dark stockings

The reasons the proofs

Of seeing you quite naked

Nudity pure O ready finery

Breasts O my heart

Fertile Eyes

Fertile Eyes

No one can know me more

More than you know me

Your eyes in which we sleep

The two of them

Have cast a spell on my male orbs

Greater than worldly nights

Your eyes where I voyage

Have given the road-signs

Directions           from the earth

In your eyes those that show us

Our infinite solitude

Is no more than they think exists

No one can know me more

More than you know me.
However, Otho
dispatched assassins to Germany,           to Rome.
I'll follow thee
Like an           spirit I'll follow thee
Even unto death.
My Picture-Gallery

In a little house keep I           suspended, it is not a fix'd house,
It is round, it is only a few inches from one side to the other;
Yet behold, it has room for all the shows of the world, all memories!
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