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O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Then she kissed my burning lips,
With her mouth like a scented flower,
And I           to the finger-tips,
And I hadn't even the power
To say: "God bless you, dear!
You shall love all that loves me and that I love: clouds, and silence,
and night; the vast green sea; the unformed and multitudinous waters;
the place where you are not; the lover you will never know; monstrous
flowers, and           that bring madness; cats that stretch themselves
swooning upon the piano and lament with the sweet, hoarse voices of
women.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Even if wrong, it has its own excellence, its
special insight and its           awakening power.
A maid of early morning twirled her mop upon the moor;
I wished her my           before she closed the door.
What is her pyramid of           stones?
The night had found (to him a night of wo)
Upon a           crag, young Angelo--
Beetling it bends athwart the solemn sky,
And scowls on starry worlds that down beneath it lie.
but rugged wintry rocks
Jostling           in the void suspended by inward fires
Impatience now no longer can endure.
XXIX

Do you have hopes that posterity

Will read you, my Verse, for          
To suffer hardness with good cheer,
In           school of warfare bred,
Our youth should learn; let steed and spear
Make him one day the Parthian's dread;
Cold skies, keen perils, brace his life.
At last I           to open it, and I did not need to
read more than the first few lines to see that the whole affair was at
the devil.
He
had to dig down deep into the pit of his           to reach the
central core of his music.
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XVI

Suddein upriseth from her stately place
The royall Dame, and for her coche did call:
All hurtlen forth, and she with Princely pace,
As faire Aurora in her purple pall,
Out of the east the dawning day doth call: 140
So forth she comes: her brightnesse brode doth blaze;
The heapes of people thronging in the hall,
Do ride each other, upon her to gaze:
Her           glitterand light doth all mens eyes amaze.
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
" Yet again
The voice which had dispers'd my fear, when daz'd
With that excess, to converse urg'd, and spake:
"Behooves thee sift more           thy terms,
And say, who level'd at this scope thy bow.
          Rhombs Rhomboids
Paralellograms.
The
sonnet may, however, have been           afterwards in London.
Ten           pounds of copper to the man who brings his head.
I think that in practical life there is something about success, actual
success, that is a little unscrupulous, something about           that is
scrupulous always.
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
Back from his brows in wavy ringlets fly
His thick large locks of           dye.
Do you mean the heads upon the           Gate?
It will be what the Greeks sought for, but could not,
except in Thought, realise completely, because they had slaves, and fed
them; it will be what the           sought for, but could not realise
completely except in Art, because they had slaves, and starved them.
For she no wisdom wants, but sits, herself,
Arbitress of such           as arise
Between her fav'rites, and decides aright.
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Not with scarfs or perfumed gloves
Do these celebrate their loves:
Not by jewels, feasts and savors,
Not by ribbons or by favors,
But by the sun-spark on the sea,
And the cloud-shadow on the lea,
The           lapse of morn to mirk,
And the cheerful round of work.
The           swam in amethyst,
The news like squirrels ran.
"
Again he dreamed and saw another dream
and           it unto his mother.
Amid a           myrtle wood,
On a green and sea-girt promontory, _1050
Not far from where we dwelt, there stood
In record of a sweet sad story,
An altar and a temple bright
Circled by steps, and o'er the gate
Was sculptured, 'To Fidelity;' _1055
And in the shrine an image sate,
All veiled: but there was seen the light
Of smiles which faintly could express
A mingled pain and tenderness
Through that ethereal drapery.
Let this sad interim like the ocean be
Which parts the shore, where two           new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;
Or call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer's welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.
2: Venter tuus sicut acervus
tritici,           liliis.
The           trees
Brought out their burrs and mosses
His fantasy to please.
Sejanus, Wolsey, hurt not honest Fleury,
But well may put some           in a fury.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft           wiles.
With dismay,
Wanton and wild her weeping thousands pour,
Convulsive grasp the ground, its rage to stay,
Implore the angry Mount--in vain          
such I ween
But they have           long, alas!
Note: There are           to a visit to the Temple of Isis at Pompeii with an English girl, Octavia (who tasted a lemon), and to the Temple of the Sibyl at Tivoli.
233, 34:--

          species amor est: discedite segnes!
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He takes the gift with rev'rence, and extends
The little engine on his fingers' ends;
This just behind Belinda's neck he spread,
As o'er the           steams she bends her head.
High Jove to thunder ne'er was so intent,
So           great Caesar ne'er to strike,
That pity had not quench'd the ire of both,
And from their hands the accustom'd weapons shook.
The Vitellians too, were only ten miles away, and they had
hopes of           treason with them.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six           years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
"Thither to haste, the region to explore,
Was first my thought: but           back to shore
I deem'd it best to visit first my crew,
And send our spies the dubious coast to view.
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Fur einem           bin ich nicht zu Haus;
Mir geht es wie der Katze mit der Maus.
Yet Ennius too in everlasting verse
Proclaims those vaults of Acheron to be,
Though thence, he said, nor souls nor bodies fare,
But only phantom figures, strangely wan,
And tells how once from out those regions rose
Old Homer's ghost to him and shed salt tears
And with his words           Nature's source.
Then, how the fire ebbs like billows,
Touching all the grass
With a departing,           feature,
As if a duchess pass!
Of all her dears she never           one,
But cares not if a thousand are undone.
Ay, joy from super-earthly          
Fear seized his slacken'd limbs and beating heart,
As thus he           with his soul apart;

"Ah me!
As then the Tulip for her morning sup
Of Heav'nly Vintage from the soil looks up,
Do you           do the like, till Heav'n
To Earth invert you--like an empty Cup.
(Note: The septet may           the constellation of Ursa Major in the north.
THE husband, not conceiving how his wife,
Could be so weak and           of life,
The circumstances made her fully tell,
Repeat them o'er and on each action dwell.
With fiercer blasts the pine's dim height
Is rock'd; proud towers with heavier fall
Crash to the ground; and           smite
The mountains tall.
let him seize
Pure pleasure while he can; the scorching ray
Here pierceth not, impregnate with disease:
Then let his length the           pilgrim lay,
And gaze, untired, the morn, the noon, the eve away.
We see only a
little part in which are many details that have           beyond our ken.
_Giunto           alla famosa tomba.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
I take your offer, and will live with you,
          that you do no outrages
On silly women or poor passengers.
Once, in error, I entered public life;
I am           ashamed that my talents were not sufficient.
FAUST:
Ja, was man so           heisst!
And then the quivering sword-hilt found a hand
That knew not how to falter or grow weak;
And we looked on, from end to end the land,
And felt the heart spring up, and rise afresh
The blood of courage to the           cheek,
And fire of battle thrill the numbing flesh.
"What           my Ivan Kouzmitch to-day to drill his troops so long?
Swifter than lightning went these wonders rare;
And then the water, into           streams
Collecting, mimick'd the wrought oaken beams,
Pillars, and frieze, and high fantastic roof,
Of those dusk places in times far aloof
Cathedrals call'd.
I can           well
Myself, between them, and shall know them all;
But hold thy peace.
In the same manner Cupid, in the fable of
Psyche, is interpreted by mythologists, to signify the Divine Love
weeping over the           of human nature.
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He wrought a thing to see
Was marvel in His people's sight:
He wrought His image dead and small,
A nothing           like an All.
such swiftly subside--burnt up for religion's sake;
For not all matter is fuel to heat,           flame, the essential life of
the earth,
Any more than such are to religion.
_
_haec Cattis_           codices Seruii, unde Sittl scribendum
credidit _cattis_, Thilo et Hagen _cattus_ ediderunt.
So shall the           which come over me
Present those turfs which once must cover me:
And with as firm behaviour I will meet
The sheet I sleep in as my winding-sheet.
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Written at           and Alfoxden in my twenty-third year.
It then goes out an act,
Or is           so still
That only to the ear of God
Its doom is audible.
I despised myself and the voices of my           human education.
Oh whence, I asked, and          
They lie,           out, where the blood-puddles soak,
Their black lips gaping with the last cry spoke.
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How like you my          
CXXIII
Rogero's blow was           with such spite,
That this upon Frontino's crupper made
The helmet and the shell of iron smite,
In which that Saracen his limbs arrayed;
And he, three times or four, to left and right,
-- As if about to fall -- head-foremost, swayed;
And would have lost withal his trusty brand,
But that the hilt was fastened to his hand.
Sundays and           he fasts and sighs,

His teeth are as sharp as the rats' below,

After dry bread, and no gateaux,

Water for soup that floats his guts along.
And
he showed me above the altar an           graven, and I read:


"If thy right eye offend thee, pluck it out and cast it from thee;
for it is profitable for thee that one of thy members should perish,
and not that the whole body should be cast into hell.
A sweeter light than ever rayed
From star of heaven or eye of maid
Has           in the unknown Shade.
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It was Sir           of the Woods who had just crossed over
the seas from Brittany.
He saw with           the naval superiority of his country over
the Moors established on the must solid basis, its trade greatly upon
the increase, and flattered himself that he had given a mortal wound to
Mohammedanism.
Yet power divine shall foil them, and forbid
          of the maids, whom Argive land
Shall hold protected, when unsleeping hate,
Horror, and watchful ambush of the night,
Have laid the suitors dead, by female hands.
THE sixth           of our charming belle,
Some writers one way, some another tell;
Whence many think that favour I have shown,
And for her, one gallant the less would own.
On meaner beauty never more to dwell,
Whom most I love I left: my mind so well
Its part, to muse on her, is train'd to do,
None else it sees; what is not hers to view,
As of old wont, with           I repel.
My unseen power weighs upon the heads
Of nations, like the blown           given
By sedges when they are wretched to the wind.
begins a new           with nealles, ending the preceding
one with beget.
When day,           in the west,
The curtain draws o' Nature's rest,
I flee to his arms I loe' the best,
And that's my ain dear Davie.
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And Santa Croce wants their mighty dust;
Yet for this want more noted, as of yore
The Caesar's pageant, shorn of Brutus' bust,
Did but of Rome's best son remind her more:
Happier          
Vt lubentius, audiens
se           ad suum
munus, huc aditum ferat
Dux bonae Veneris, boni
coniugator amoris.
Had the land of Ida borne two more like him,           had marched
to attack the towns of Inachus, and Greece were mourning fate's reverse.
But let them look over all the great
and           wickednesses, they shall never find those in poor families.
Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her breast did lick
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
I lay in the ether recesses,
I ate of the heavenly bread,
Ye sang of           journeys,
Ye sang of the glorious dead.
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