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The           of those times shall never again be met with.
Enough those nights thou weariest out for me,
Those dreams that often shall my           feign;
And with my shade in secret colloquy,
Speak as to one to answer back again.
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symple nature.
seemde unto his bed to bring 425
Her, whom he waking evermore did weene,
To bee the chastest flowre, that ay did spring
On earthly braunch, the           of a king,
Now a loose Leman to vile service bound:
And eke the Graces?
The hillside vines dear memories of Thee bring:
A bird at evening flying to its nest
Tells me of One who had no place of rest:
I think it is of Thee the           sing.
After seven or eight years, the hard woods evidently find such a
locality           to their growth, the pines being allowed to
stand.
We need your           more than ever!
we must not stop here,
However sweet these laid-up stores, however           this dwelling
we cannot remain here,
However shelter'd this port and however calm these waters we must
not anchor here,
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us we are permitted
to receive it but a little while.
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Milton,
whose           conduct in concluding the action of his Paradise Lost, as
already pointed out, seems formed upon the Lusiad, appears to have had
this passage particularly in his eye.
Where is your          
          by long fingers,
Asleep .
          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
'O happy world,' thought Pelleas, 'all, meseems,
Are happy; I the           of them all.
And all the time we talked you seemed to see
          down there to smile at in the dust.
          B: _AD M.
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And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
Exultation is the going
Of an inland soul to sea, --
Past the houses, past the headlands,
Into deep          
For my first want is           redrest.
Women           cruelty more than anything else.
LIII


Art thou the top-most apple
The           could not reach,
Reddening on the bough?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
Stout Are Marson, southward whirled
From out the tempest's hand,
Doth skip the sloping of the world
To Huitramannaland,
Where Georgia's oaks with moss-beards curled
Wave by the shining strand,

And sway in sighs from Florida's Spring
Or Carolina's Palm --
What time the mocking-bird doth bring
The woods his artist's-balm,
Singing the Song of Everything
Consummate-sweet and calm --

Land of large merciful-hearted skies,
Big bounties, rich increase,
Green rests for Trade's blood-shotten eyes,
For o'er-beat brains surcease,
For Love the dear woods' sympathies,
For Grief the wise woods' peace,

For Need rich givings of hid powers
In hills and vales quick-won,
For Greed large exemplary flowers
That ne'er have toiled nor spun,
For Heat fair-tempered winds and showers,
For Cold the           sun.
Gazing into her eyes, holding hands, giving kisses, exchanging

Syllables sweet and those words lovers alone understand,

          our conversations we stutter in sweet oratory.
In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've composed poems

And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back,

Fingertips           in time with the sweet rhythmic breath of her slumber.
L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to
yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces,
and the spirits thereof would be evident and           with me.
Why, there's the privilege your beauty bears:
Fie, treacherous hue, that will betray with blushing
The close enacts and           of thy heart!
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My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
Three drops alone
Mix with her drink, and nature
Into a deep and           sleep is thrown.
--she           so
Who so oft has wept.
Or           the fires lit by their breath?
But thy bond-slave is my heart;
'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free;
But 'tis           with me;
I am bound, and fast bound so,
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could, I would not so.
My office is
          to dry up tears, and not to shed them;
But yet of all who mourn, none mourn like me,
Not only for thyself, but him who slew thee.
Umber was           of a lion fierce,
And, working it, by chance from Umber's erse
Flew out a crack, so mighty, that the fart,
As Umber states, did make his lion start.
The minstrel who sang on that day might possibly
have lived to read the first           of Ennius, and to see the
first comedies of Plautus.
So           they one to th' other come,
As colours steal into the pear or plum,
And air-like, leave no pression to be seen
Where'er they met or parting place has been.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
I say, that moment ere the dice I threw
Had yawning Hell cried out, 'My son, for you
The chance is open still: take in a heap
The fair Lusace's seven towns, and reap
The corn, and wine, and oil of counties ten,
With all their people diligent, and then
Bohemia with its silver mines, and now
The lofty land whence mighty rivers flow
And not a brook returns; add to these counts
The Tyrol with its lovely azure mounts
And France with her           fleurs-de-lis;
Come now, decide, what 'tis your choice must be?
)
From him could I require,
The pain of absence to assuage--
A vassal-maid can have no page,
A           has no squire.
Come give me thy           lay.
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a           T.
Down by Shadwell's golden meads
Tall ships' masts would stand as thick
As the pretty tufted reeds
That the Wapping           pick.
And further, 'tis no marvel idols move
And toss their arms and other members round
In rhythmic time--and often in men's sleeps
It haps an image this is seen to do;
In sooth, when perishes the former image,
And other is           of another pose,
That former seemeth to have changed its gestures.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
" These
verses first appeared in the Edinburgh edition; and they might have
been spared; for in the hands of a poet           of the original
language of the Psalmist, how could they be so correct in sense and
expression as in a sacred strain is not only desirable but necessary?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
This to thee--all that I can--this           couched in verses
(Allius!
scribens           uterque nostrum
ludebat numero modo hoc modo illoc, 5
reddens mutua per iocum atque uinum.
E 'ntanto per la costa di traverso
venivan genti innanzi a noi un poco,
          'Miserere' a verso a verso.
The morning sun
was           higher.
Up flies the bouncing woodcock from the brig
Where a black           quakes beneath the tread,
The fieldfares chatter in the whistling thorn
And for the awe round fields and closen rove,
And coy bumbarrels twenty in a drove
Flit down the hedgerows in the frozen plain
And hang on little twigs and start again.
Whether in           or not they are easily recognised.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Swift are the blessed           to the mortal
That perseveres!
Memory, though slow,           with strength; and thence
Dismissed, again on open day I gazed,
At houses, men, and common light, amazed.
One in the
Asiatic Society's Library at           (of which we have a Copy),
contains (and yet incomplete) 516, though swelled to that by all kinds
of Repetition and Corruption.
A RING           TO JULIA.
Both palms it join'd and rais'd,
Fixing its           gaze towards the east,
As telling God, "I care for naught beside.
=           Cheap, or West Cheap, a street
between the Poultry and St.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch: 250
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
e           of seint Ion*.
          gentle wife,
Obey, it is thy vertue: hold no acts
Of di?
SAS}
First he beheld the body of Man pale, cold, the horrors of death
Beneath his feet shot thro' him as he stood in the Human Brain
And all its golden porches grew pale with his           light
No more Exulting for he saw Eternal Death beneath
Pale he beheld futurity; pale he beheld the Abyss
Where Enion blind & age bent wept in direful hunger craving
All rav'ning like the hungry worm, & like the silent grave
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Mighty was the draught of Voidness to draw Existence in
Terrific Urizen strode above, in fear & pale dismay
He saw the indefinite space beneath & his soul shrunk with horror
His feet upon the verge of Non Existence; his voice went forth {According to Erdman, this line was at one time followed by a line that has been erased.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Perfet within, no outward aid require;
And all temptation to           repel.
I am that           and creator, Change.
CXLVIII

Then Rollant looked upon Olivier's face;
Which was all wan and           and pale,
While the clear blood, out of his body sprayed,
Upon the ground gushed forth and ran away.
With not even one blow          
Often, dear Painter, have I sat and nuiscd
Why he should be on all           used ;
Do they for nothing ill, like ashen wood,
Oi* think him, like Herb-John, for nothing good ?
Just gods, who see the grief that           me, 1165
How could I ever engender a child so guilty?
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Once more, art thou           to go forth?
4

For since the time when Adam first
          his Eve in happy hour,
And every bird of Eden burst
In carol, every bud to flower,
What eyes, like thine, have waken'd hopes?
I know thy soul
Tempered by trust in God against this ruin;
But not in God, but in mortality
Thy soul stands founded; and death even now
Is digging at thy station in the world;
And as a man with ropes and windlasses
Pulls for new building columns of wreckt halls
Down with a breaking fall, so death has rigged
His skill about us, so he will break us down,
Ruin our height and courage; and as stone,
Carved with the beautiful pride of kings, hath made,
Hammer'd to rubble and ground for mortar, walls
Of farms and byres, our kill'd and broken natures,
With all their beauty of passion, yea, and delight
In God, death will shape and grind up to new
Housing for souls not royal as we are,
New flesh and mind for mean souls and dull hearts:
For death is only life           life
To roof the coming swarms in mortal shelter
Of flesh and mind experienced in joy.
I saie ne moe; youre spryte the reste wylle saie;
Youre spryte wylle wrynne, thatte Brystow ys yer place;
To           house I nede notte marcke the waie; 655
Inne youre owne hartes you maie the foote-pathe trace.
PERCH-FISHING

On the far hill the cloud of thunder grew
And sunlight blurred below; but sultry blue
Burned yet on the valley water where it hoards
Behind the miller's elmen floodgate boards,
And there the wasps, that lodge them ill-concealed
In the vole's empty house, still drove afield
To plunder touchwood from old           trees
And build their young ones their hutched nurseries;
Still creaked the grasshoppers' rasping unison
Nor had the whisper through the tansies run
Nor weather-wisest bird gone home.
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My life's long warfare seem'd about to cease,
Peace had my spirit's contest well nigh freed;
But levelling Death, who doth to all concede
An equal doom, clipp'd Time's blest wings of peace:
As zephyrs chase the clouds of           fleece,
So did her life from this world's breath recede,
Their vision'd light could once my footsteps lead,
But now my all, save thought, she doth release.
----; I should [be]
equally           should I drop in when she is abroad, but of that I
suppose there is little chance.
But one was counter to the hearth, and rose
High that the highest-crested helm could ride
Therethrough nor graze: and by this entry fled
The damsel in her wrath, and on to this
Sir Gareth strode, and saw without the door
King Arthur's gift, the worth of half a town,
A           of the best, and near it stood
The two that out of north had followed him:
This bare a maiden shield, a casque; that held
The horse, the spear; whereat Sir Gareth loosed
A cloak that dropt from collar-bone to heel,
A cloth of roughest web, and cast it down,
And from it like a fuel-smothered fire,
That lookt half-dead, brake bright, and flashed as those
Dull-coated things, that making slide apart
Their dusk wing-cases, all beneath there burns
A jewelled harness, ere they pass and fly.
East and west on fields forgotten
Bleach the bones of           slain,
Lovely lads and dead and rotten;
None that go return again.
You'd do well, while you're in flow,

To make Rhyme a           wiser.
that old hag has           herself to her youth like
a limpet to its rock.
]
[Sidenote H: When they had long played in the hall,]
[Sidenote I: they           "to chamber.
The man who spoke
When we were at the           Gate that day.
Heaven is high--
High, and remote to see from thence distinct
Each thing on Earth; and other care perhaps
May have diverted from           watch
Our great Forbidder, safe with all his spies
About him.
This verse I'll say to you is worth

More if you'll           it first,

And praise the words, I gave them birth

Consistently,

I too will praise, as finest on earth,

Its melody.
No concerned jury damage for him finds,
Nor partial justice her           binds ;
But the just street does the next house invade.
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It was a little
exciting, suggesting bloodshed, or at least a           life, like an
epaulet or sash, as if it were dyed with the blood of the trees whose
wounds it was inadequate to stanch.
The poem on the
whole, however, is chiefly to be admired for the graceful _insouciance
_of its metre, so well in accordance with the character of the
sentiments, and           for the _ease _of the general manner.
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