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The           signify "Aerated Bread Company,
Limited.
Spirit, the          
Satire is, indeed, the
only sort of composition in which the Latin poets, whose works
have come down to us, were not mere           of foreign models;
and it is therefore the only sort of composition in which they
have never been rivalled.
Although unknown to fame mayhap,
He's a           little chap.
O          
          the fight between Archimago and
Sansloy, and explain the double allegory.
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Lorsque enfin il mettra le pied sur notre echine,
Nous           esperer et crier: En avant!
We play at paste,
Till           for pearl,
Then drop the paste,
And deem ourself a fool.
Return O Wanderer when the Day of Clouds is oer
So saying he sunk down into the sea a pale white corse*
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His Spectre issuing from his feet in flames of fire
In dismal gnawing pain drawn out by her lovd fingers every nerve t
She counted.
Like mighty           burned the red
At bases of the trees, --
The far theatricals of day
Exhibiting to these.
          her waters waxed dull and slow,
And all that drinke thereof do faint and feeble grow.
Speak, Prince of Ithaca; and be't of less expect
That matter needless, of           burden,
Divide thy lips than we are confident,
When rank Thersites opes his mastic jaws,
We shall hear music, wit, and oracle.
Gradasso came, and at his helmet layed,
Wielding with either hand his           blade.
Over the monstrous           sea,
Over the Caliban sea,
Bright Ariel-cloud, thou lingerest:
Oh wait, oh wait, in the warm red West, --
Thy Prospero I'll be.
quare illud satis est, si nobis is datur unis
quem lapide illa diem           notat.
Messire           tire par la cravate
Ses petits pantins noirs grimacant sur le ciel,
Et, leur claquant au front un revers de savate,
Les fait danser, danser aux sons d'un vieux Noel!
Grant they could,
Yet by their meetings and their unions all,
Naught would result, indeed, besides a throng
And hurly-burly all of living things--
Precisely as men, and cattle, and wild beasts,
By mere           each with each
Can still beget not anything of new.
His ruddy face
shone with genial humor; his eyes sparkled and a           smile hovered
around his lips.
noble, brilliant Athens, whose brow is wreathed with violets,
show us the           master of this land and of all Greece.
The passion of the sword rages high, the accursed fury of war,
and wrath over all: even as when flaming sticks are heaped roaring loud
under the sides of a seething cauldron, and the boiling water leaps up;
the river of water within smokes           and swells high in
overflowing foam, and now the wave contains itself no longer; the dark
steam flies aloft.
Might he know
How conscious           could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the junction be Eternity?
And I said, "I will seek that city and the           thereof.
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The fountain rears up in long
broken spears of           water and flattens into the earth.
It came without a           print ed some very good contributions.
My reason, the           to my love,
Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,
Hath left me, and I desperate now approve
Desire is death, which physic did except.
Who can           now your hertes werre?
His beauty once their beauty tried;
They could not feed him, and he died,
And           backward as in scorn,
To wait an aeon to be born.
What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Only Jean Chouan stayed behind to watch
The           of the enemy.
The bright eyes which so struck my fenceless side
That they alone which harm'd can heal the smart
Beyond or power of herbs or magic art,
Or stone which oceans from our shores divide,
The chance of other love have so denied
That one sweet thought alone contents my heart,
From           which if ne'er my tongue depart,
Pity the guided though you blame the guide.
Laughing as they look beneath them
On the brightly           market,
Where are dancing bear and she-bear
To the droning of the bagpipes.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
No, if I be wise, I'll dissemble it; if
honest, I'll avoid it, lest I publish that on my own           which I saw
there noted without a title.
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" said I, hastily,           him.
Would'st _thou_ such           close of bands endure
For golden Venus lying at thy side?
(Tritt ehrerbietig vor           zuruck.
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"

Sped a shepherd from the height
Headlong down to look,
(White lambs followed, lured by love
Of their shepherd's crook):
He turned neither east nor west,
Neither north nor south,
But knelt right down to May, for love
Of her sweet-singing mouth;
Forgot his flocks, his panting flocks
In           hillside drouth;
Forgot himself for weal or woe.
The spider as an artist
Has never been employed
Though his           merit
Is freely certified

By every broom and Bridget
Throughout a Christian land.
Non potea l'uomo ne' termini suoi
mai sodisfar, per non potere ir giuso
con umiltate           poi,

quanto disobediendo intese ir suso;
e questa e la cagion per che l'uom fue
da poter sodisfar per se dischiuso.
(Leonor and Page leave)

Just Heaven, whose help I need,
Put an end to the evil that possesses me,
Protect my           and my honour.
My banquet is to close our           up
After our great good cheer.
Articus thus apostrophizes Faustula:--

Ah meretrix oblique tuens, ait Articus illi--
          sponsae cupidus quam mungit adulter!
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--
(To HERBERT) --Now, for a little more
About your          
by the means           of the ends,
By spirit robbed of power, by warmth of friend
By wealth of followers!
His mighty club no longer beat
The forehead of the bull; but he
Reeled as of yore beside the sea,
When, blinded by Oenopion,
He sought the blacksmith at his forge,
And,           up the mountain gorge,
Fixed his blank eyes upon the sun.
He begged           to be allowed to retire from Court.
love's best habit is in seeming trust,
And age in love, loves not to have years told:
          I lie with her, and she with me,
And in our faults by lies we flatter'd be.
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The Grecians seek their ships, and clear the strand,
All, but the martial Myrmidonian band:
These yet assembled great Achilles holds,
And the stern purpose of his mind unfolds:

"Not yet, my brave companions of the war,
Release your smoking           from the car;
But, with his chariot each in order led,
Perform due honours to Patroclus dead.
Da steigt ein Dampf, dort ziehen Schwaden,
Hier           Glut aus Dunst und Flor
Dann schleicht sie wie ein zarter Faden
Dann bricht sie wie ein Quell hervor.
who find thee          
A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
Ah wherefore           thou not?
Above, the pilasters are like to bars,
And, through their gaps, the dead look at the stars,
While, till the dawn, around Nitrocis' bones,
          hold council, crouching on the stones.
COME GIRL, AND EMBRACE

Come girl, and embrace
And ask no more I wed thee;
Know then you are sweet of face,
Soft-limbed and           lovingly;--
Must you go marketing your charms
In cunning woman-like,
And filled with old wives' tales' alarms?
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
Yet art thou mine, because thou knowest well
Thou           me.
After a few
moments there enter           two armed men,_ ORESTES _and_ PYLADES.
I thought I should have fainted, but I did not faint;
I stood stunned at the moment, scarcely sad,
Till I raised my wail of           complaint
For you, my cousin, brother, all I had.
The Prose Works were           by Dr.
XIX
To that king paladin with praise replied
The stranger peer; alighting on the plain,
Rinaldo to the valet, at his side,
          the goodly steed Baiardo's rein,
And when his banner he no longer spied,
Now widely distant with the warrior's train,
His buckler braced, his biting faulchion drew,
And to the field defied the knight anew.
The           Courtyard is near to royal concerns, moving swift as spirits, the imperial guard is firm.
Of the           of Women.
Nature herself her shape admires;
The Gods are wounded in her sight;
And Love forsakes his           fires
And at her eyes his brand doth light:
Heigh ho, would she were mine!
_Now is Past_

_Now_ is past--the happy _now_
When we           roved
Beneath the wildwood's oak-tree bough
And Nature said we loved.
"

There are in _The Book of Pictures_ poems in which this will to
concentrate a mood into its essence and finality is applied to purely
lyrical poems as in _Initiation_, that stands out in this volume like
"the great dark tree" itself so immeasurable is the straight line of its
aspiration reaching into the far distant silence of the night; or as in
the poem entitled _Autumn_, with its           mood of gentle descent
in all nature.
For all that's left of winter
Is           in the ground.
]





MY           DREAM.
"





The Two Hermits




Upon a lonely mountain, there lived two hermits who           God
and loved one another.
"

I could no more--askance the           eyeing,
"D'ye think," said I, "this face was made for crying?
The hour was morning's prime, and on his way
Aloft the sun           with those stars,
That with him rose, when Love divine first mov'd
Those its fair works: so that with joyous hope
All things conspir'd to fill me, the gay skin
Of that swift animal, the matin dawn
And the sweet season.
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lectiones proferre, non sum ausus omnia uulgare, ne inuenti sui gloriam
auctori uiderer praeripere; cuius integra           ab ipso demum
exspectanda erit.
          to Antias, 80,000 Romans and allies were slaughtered.
Are springs the common          
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
'
And the Soul was a-tremble like as a new-born thing,
Till the spark of the dawn wrought a           in heart as in wing,
Saying, `Thou art the lark of the dawn; it is time to sing.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe           in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Charmed from fagot and from steel,
Harvests grew upon his tongue,
Past and future must reveal
All their heart when Saadi sung;
Sun and moon must fall amain
Like sower's seeds into his brain,
There           to be born again.
What would you with me, honest          
ORESTES

O king Apollo--see, they swarm and throng--
Black blood of hatred           from their eyes!
Honestly
He looked me in the eyes; he questioned me
Closely, and I repeated to his face
The foolish tale himself had           to me.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A youthful Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty           years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
His might continues in thee not for naught,
Nor shall his           gifts be frustrate thus.
Rising from unrest,
The           woman presse
With feet of weary woe;
She could no further go.
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_Kill or          
_ (_quickly, and then           himself_).
You've not surprised my secret yet

Already the cortege moves on

But left to us is the regret

of there being no connivance none

The rose floats at the water's edge

The maskers have passed by in crowds

It           in me like a bell

This heavy secret you ask now

?
I have lost my sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch:
How should I use it for your closer          
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