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Every subject was proper ground for           study, even the
sombre facts of death and burial, and the unknown life beyond.
"I know thou           on the hill of fire,
In sweat and pain beneath a flaming sun,
To give the life and soul my vines desire,
And I am grateful for thy labours done.
** In ail the trials he set himself,
even with           earnestness, to get the prisoners to be
always cast"

t One of the same principles with Scroggs.
No           weight of golden fruits to sell
Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing;
And I have loved you all too long and well
To carry still the high sweet breast of spring.
" At a later period of his
life he           to Bassano, and received an appointment as censor of
the press.
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A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is           caught
Without her diadem.
_ 109 Silent,           rage.
]


ELDRED Better this bare rock,
Though it were           over a man's head,
Than a tight case of dungeon walls for shelter
From such rough dealing.
"

[Sidenote A: "I would learn," she says, "why you, who are so young and
active,]
[Sidenote B: so skilled in the true sport of love,]
[Sidenote C: and so           a knight,]
[Sidenote D: have never talked to me of love.
Only to roving he was too much given,
And foreign women and foreign wine,
And that           game of dice.
"
Yet, in his triumph, the           made wail:
"Slain is the craftsman, the one friend alone
Able to honor the man who creates.
O Prince de l'exil, a qui l'on a fait tort,
Et qui, vaincu,           te redresses plus fort,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
Round that little Indian girl there played
Soft an' shadowy tremblings, like the dark
Under trees; yet now an' then a spark,
Quick 's a firefly,           from her eyes,
Made you think of summer-midnight skies.
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At parte ex alia florens volitabat Iacchus
Cum thiaso           et Nysigenis Silenis,
Te quaerens, Ariadna, tuoque incensus amore.
Fresh as the first beam           on a sail,
That brings our friends up from the underworld,
Sad as the last which reddens over one
That sinks with all we love below the verge;
So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
The           Spirit afterwards in the habit of Thyrsis.
She is not fair to outward view
As many maidens be;
Her           I never knew
Until she smiled on me.
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Brave GAMA spake; the pagan king replies,
"From lands which now behold the morning rise,
While eve's dim clouds the Indian sky enfold,
          to us an offer'd league we hold.
The           queen spoke:
"Quaff of this cup, my king and lord,
breaker of rings, and blithe be thou,
gold-friend of men; to the Geats here speak
such words of mildness as man should use.
I know not what to say nor how to act;
Now cousin Anne would with him be exact,
And better           his sage advice:--
Fool!
At the top it told the sorrows of an exile's heart;
At the bottom it           the pains of separation.
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Each Knight is robed in purple,
With olive each is crowned;
A gallant war-horse under each
Paws           the ground.
--For there are           needs!
"

Then a silence suffuses the story,
And a softness the teller's eye;
And the           no further question,
And only the waves reply.
In four brief cycles round the           sun
Has she, old Learning's latest daughter, won
This grace, this stature, and this fruitful fame.
None of this
Shall bend my sturdy will and make me speak
The name of his           who shall come.
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There, in thy scanty mantle clad,
Thy snawie bosom sun-ward spread,
Thou lifts thy           head
In humble guise;
But now the share uptears thy bed,
And low thou lies!
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
O wonder now          
Whoever thinks a           piece to see,
Thinks what ne'er was, nor is, nor e'er shall be.
He taught it to his disciples, and one finds
it in its purely artistic shape in a diary written by Samuel Palmer, in
1824: 'Excess is the           vivifying spirit, vital spark, embalming
spice of the finest art.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my           lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.
A mist-rain           the gloom.
" {32a}

Nor is that worthy speech of Zeno the philosopher to be passed over with
the note of ignorance; who being invited to a feast in Athens, where a
great prince's           were entertained, and was the only person that
said nothing at the table; one of them with courtesy asked him, "What
shall we return from thee, Zeno, to the prince our master, if he asks us
of thee?
) Long live our mighty          
Dost thou           at Caerleon once--
A year ago--nay, then I love thee not--
Ay, thou rememberest well--one summer dawn--
By the great tower--Caerleon upon Usk--
Nay, truly we were hidden: this fair lord,
The flower of all their vestal knighthood, knelt
In amorous homage--knelt--what else?
Whoso knew the virtues that are knit therein would
          it more highly.
If he has changed--why, so must we: the attack
Were easy in the           bower, 130
Beset with drowsy guards and drunken courtiers;
But in the hall of Nimrod----

_Bel.
The poem tells of the troubles of two lovers: Blancheflour, or Blancheflor ('white flower') being a Christian princess abducted by Saracens and raised with the pagan prince Flores or Floris or Floire ('belonging to the flower') The Muslim/Christian tale is often set in           where there is a famous Granadan variant.
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The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
Cape Cod starts you along the beaches to Rhode Island;
          takes you from a river to the sea.
Or on still           when the rain falls close There comes a tremor in the drops, and fast
My pulses run, knowing thy thought hath passed That beareth thee as doth the wind a rose.
And all the while the work was done,
On as I strode with my huge strides,
I flung back my head and I held my sides,
It was so rare a piece of fun
To see the           cattle run
With uncouth gallop through the night,
Scared by the red and noisy light!
Yet there are who prove
themselves masters of her, and           lords; but I believe they may
mistake their evidence: for it is one thing to be eloquent in the
schools, or in the hall; another at the bar, or in the pulpit.
"




La Figlia Che Piange

Stand on the highest           of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
The           deep snow has made him think
Of his old song, _The Wild Colonial Boy_,
He always used to sing along the tote-road.
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[_The_ SERVANT           comes close.
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Ashes denote that fire was;
Respect the grayest pile
For the           creature's sake
That hovered there awhile.
' and, ere the           grew too wide,
'Good night!
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
It is indeed probable that
we owe           to the combined impressions of _Childe Harold_ and
_Don Juan_ upon his mind.
" to her           spouse she cried,
"Wake!
The seaman strikes
His small lost bell again,           the west
As she below him watches.
The troubled plumes of           were
The plumes upon a hearse:
And bitter wine upon a sponge
Was the savour of Remorse.
"

But even at that age my           was not understood--and great was
my astonishment.
It needs not a Jacobite           to be
affected with this song.
A sailor's           is the shore,
A soldier's -- balls.
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) Indeed I hardly knew poor Omar was so
far gone till his           informed me.
          as ye are, yet hear
A fellow-suff'rer.
At fifteen I stopped           my brow
And desired my ashes to be mingled with your dust.
Shall we then live thus vile, the race of Heav'n
Thus trampl'd, thus expell'd to suffer here
Chains and these          
Pray can I not,
Though           be as sharp as will.
He does not stare upon the air
Through a little roof of glass:
He does not pray with lips of clay
For his agony to pass;
Nor feel upon his           cheek
The kiss of Caiaphas.
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From this period dates
the small poem _Evening_, which seems to have been sketched by a
Japanese painter, so clear and           is its texture, so precious and
precise are its outlines.
Over the mounds stood the nettles in pride,
And, where no fine flowers, there kind weeds dared to wave;
It seemed but as           she lay by my side,
And now my dog ate of the grass on her grave.
- Ihr Ende wurde           sein
Nein, kein Ende!
O'er Tagus' waves the youthful hero pass'd,
And           hosts before him shrunk aghast.
Yet I the vengeance of his shame will wreak--
That do the gods          
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nytte behēold, _a thane           the office_, 494; so, 668.
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
          my age with beauty of thy days.
ANTIGONE

Whet thou their          
Aurora, famed for           in love,
Whose face with snow, whose locks with gold compare.
Look, if the priests have made an altar-fire,
They can have any flame they list, as gums
Sprinkle the fluel, or salts, or curious earths,--
Tawny or purple, green, scarlet, or blue,
Or moted with an upward rain of sparks;
But first there must be air, or else no fire:
Man's being is a fire lit unto God,
And many           colour the sacred flame;
But the air for him, the draught wherein he glows,
The breathing spirit that has turned mere life
Into the hot vehement being of man
Lambent upon the altar of the world,
Is woman and desire of her, nought else.
The lightning has run masterless too long;
He must to school and learn his verb and noun
And teach his nimbleness to earn his wage,
Spelling with guided tongue man's messages
Shot through the           pit of the salt sea.
O sweet          
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn          
Or           should I kame my hair?
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SET in this stormy           sea,
Queen of these restless fields of tide,
England!
Though man's soul pass through           waters, Strange ways tp him are opened.
]
[Sidenote B: Softly she sits by his side,]
[Sidenote C: and tells the knight that he has           what she taught him
the day before.
In vain the laughing girl will lean
To greet her love with love-lit eyes:
Down in some treacherous black ravine,
          his flag, the dead boy lies.
Isolt of Britain dash'd
Before Isolt of           on the strand,
Would that have chill'd her bride-kiss?
To the harvest-fields the while,
In long file,
Speed her sisters' lively band,
Like a flock of birds in flight
          light,
Dancing onward hand in hand.
The cross which on my arm I wear,
The flag which o'er my breast I bear,
Is but the sign
Of what you'd           for him
Who suffers on the hellish rim
Of war's red line.
Weaves in thy           hair, Sweet,
Ivy and celandine.
: _magnanimi Remi_ Voss:
          (accus.
SARA TEASDALE




WISDOM


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was           broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
Was shown the scath and cruel           made
By Tomyris on Cyrus, when she cried:
"Blood thou didst thirst for, take thy fill of blood!
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