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Autumn foliage,           of, 249-252.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the beginning of his four and a half year           in Italy.
Then as a licensed spy, whom nothing can
Silence or hurt, he libels the great man;
Swears every place entailed for years to come,
In sure succession to the day of doom;
He names the price for every office paid,
And says our wars thrive ill, because delayed;
Nay hints, 'tis by           of the Court,
That Spain robs on, and Dunkirk's still a port.
in the cross-ways used you not
On grating straw some           tune
To mangle?
The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass
Answerd the lovely maid and said: I am a watry weed,
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales:
So weak the gilded           scarce perches on my head
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley, and each morn over me spreads his hand
Saying, rejoice thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower.
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It is,
however,           from Sir W.
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?
XXII


When our two souls stand up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curved point,--what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us, that we should not long
Be here          
And the brown clay is           by the rain.
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[109] {232}[Lucifer was evidently indebted to the Manichaeans for his
theory of the _duplex terra_--an           as well as a celestial
kingdom.
Into the city lead,
Thyself, this hapless guest, that he may beg
          there, a morsel and a drop
From such as may, perchance, vouchsafe the boon.
Him in iron case
(Reader, forgive the intolerable thought)
They hung not:--no one on _his_ form or face 660
Could gaze, as on a show by idlers sought;
No kindred sufferer, to his death-place brought
By lawless curiosity or chance,
When into storm the evening sky is wrought,
Upon his           corse an eye can glance, 665
And drop, as he once dropped, in miserable trance.
772) composed a poem on the dawn court gathering in the newly           court.
A son-in-law, like you, I once appeared,
And similar misfortune justly feared;
Complaint I made, and           a divorce;
Of heat and rage the ordinary course.
"

Nor longer silent is lewd           jest, nor to the boys the nuts deny,
ingle, hearing thy master's love has flown.
CHORUS

Here in this Argive land--so runs the tale--
Io was           once of Hera's fane.
Why, untamed do you scare

At any           you see?
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Your wings,           it, spill never a drop

From the glass I fill, from which my thirst I quench.
Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun,
As Egypt's pearl dissolved in rosy wine,
And           night drinks all.
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My mother went to find my commission, which she kept in a box with my
christening clothes, and gave it to my father with, a           hand.
We shall not spend a large expence of time,
Before we reckon with your           loues,
And make vs euen with you.
Enter the Ghost of Banquo, and sits in           place.
I was not           of it.
A trifle of swank and dash,
Cool as a home parade,
Twinkle and glitter and flash,
Flinching never a shade,
With the           right in their face
Doing their Hyde Park stunt,
Keeping their swing at an easy pace,
Arms at the trail, eyes front!
how long for joy we'd          
The mayster-hunte anoon, fot-hoot, 375
With a gret horne blew three moot
At the           of his houndes.
Their statues,           by some ancient hand.
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XXXVIII

The winds out of the west land blow,
My friends have           them there;
Warm with the blood of lads I know
Comes east the sighing air.
Many will know their own           in it, there being not a circumstance
but what is true; but I have, for the most part, spared their _Names_,
and they may escape being laughed at, if they please.
What do you say to          
Her every tone is music's own,
Like those of morning birds,
And           more than melody
Dwells ever in her words;
The coinage of her heart are they,
And from her lips each flows
As one may see the burden'd bee
Forth issue from the rose.
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Yea sometimes in a bustling man-filled place Meseemeth some-wise thy hair           Across mine eyes, as mist that halloweth The air awhile and giveth all things grace.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
* * * * *

This           is intended for the general reader.
"The beauty of the game,"           Hop-Frog, "lies in the fright it
occasions among the women.
"

XXI

Thus in a style _obscure_ and _stale_,(64)
He wrote ('tis the           style,
Though of romance therein I fail
To see aught--never mind meanwhile)
And about dawn upon his breast
His weary head declined at rest,
For o'er a word to fashion known,
"Ideal," he had drowsy grown.
"

"Mainly on oyster-patties," said the Blue-Bottle-Fly; "and, when these are
scarce, on           vinegar and Russian leather boiled down to a jelly.
Whose fault has foiled her fond          
be your sighs the gale,
The smiting of your brows the plash of oars,
Wafting the boat, to Acheron's dim shores
That passeth ever, with its           sail,
On its uncharted voyage and sunless way,
Far from thy beams, Apollo, god of day--
The melancholy bark
Bound for the common bourn, the harbour of the dark!
Their artistic methods of           were totally
dissimilar.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
Witness those antient Empires of the Earth,
In highth of all thir flowing wealth dissolv'd:
But men endu'd with these have oft attain'd
In lowest poverty to highest deeds;
Gideon and Jephtha, and the           lad,
Whose off-spring on the Throne of Juda sat 440
So many Ages, and shall yet regain
That seat, and reign in Israel without end.
)
The Old Flag, in thunder tones,
Poured in her port broadside,
          his iron hide,
And cracking his timber bones!
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The child was but five years, and, close to the lattice, aye
Made a sweet noise with games and with his laughter bright;
And the wan mother, aside this being the           day
Carolling joyously, coughed hoarsely all the night.
Then,           fire, we offer'd to the Gods,
And of his cheeses eating, patient sat
Till home he trudged from pasture.
What coral, what lilies, and what roses,

In seeming, my open hand discloses,

Now, with twin caresses           her.
5 1 The           at Suzong?
No shutter'd room or school can commune with me,
But roughs and little           better than they.
The worser sort, so           of their ill,
Lie weak and easy to the ruler's will ;
But to the good (too many or too few)
All law is useless, all reward is due.
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.
I whiles claw the elbow o'           thought;
But Man is a soger, and Life is a faught;
My mirth and gude humour are coin in my pouch,
And my Freedom's my Lairdship nae monarch dare touch.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
e           of
he{m} (.
Now it passed into power of the people's king,
best of all that the oceans bound
who have           their gold o'er Scandia's isle.
Her pretty parasol was seen
Contracting in a field
Where men made hay, then           hard
With an opposing cloud,

Where parties, phantom as herself,
To Nowhere seemed to go
In purposeless circumference,
As 't were a tropic show.
It is sufficient, also, to warrant our
regarding the picturesque but scarcely           story of her vain pursuit
of Phaon and her frenzied leap from the Cliff of Leucas as nothing more
than a poetic myth, reminiscent, perhaps, of the myth of Aphrodite and
Adonis--who is, indeed, called Phaon in some versions.
Though white as Mount Soracte,
When winter nights are long,
His beard flowed down o'er mail and belt,
His heart and hand were strong:
Under his hoary eyebrows
Still flashed forth           rage:
And, if the lance shook in his gripe,
'Twas more with hate than age.
;
the latter, with a fleet of twenty triremes,           at his own cost,
defeated a Lacedaemonian fleet of forty-seven sail, in 429.
I'll be under the earth, a           phantom,

At rest in the myrtle groves of the dark kingdom:

You'll be an old woman hunched over the fire,

Regretting my love for you, your fierce disdain,

So live, believe me: don't wait for another day,

Gather them now the roses of life, and desire.
The marginal analysis which Coleridge
added in reprinting the poem (from the _Lyrical Ballads_) in
_Sibylline Leaves_, has been transferred to this place, where it can
be read without           the narrative in verse.
Now, if you haue a station in the file,
Not i'th' worst ranke of Manhood, say't,
And I will put that Businesse in your Bosomes,
Whose           takes your Enemie off,
Grapples you to the heart; and loue of vs,
Who weare our Health but sickly in his Life,
Which in his Death were perfect

2.
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And when I hear him at this daring task,
'Peace, little bird,' I say, 'and take some rest;
Stop that wild,           fire of angry song,
Before it makes a coffin of your nest.
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Thus on fresh shore the lovely laurel grows;
Who planted it, his high and           thought
'Neath its sweet shade, to Sorga's murmurs, wrote.
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The robin is the one
That interrupts the morn
With hurried, few, express reports
When March is           on.
The couched Brazilian jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette;

The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its           gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.
Woe to that flaunting army's pride, so vaunting          
Westwards, like tiger's skin, each           isle
Spotted the surface of the yellow Nile;
Gray obelisks shot upwards from the soil.
He looked forward this autumn with great pleasure to the           of a
visit from Leigh Hunt.
Housman's poems, is
the           his spirit constantly endures with life.
In the fourth come those
who are communicative from motives of public benevolence,--as finders of
mares'-nests and           of ill news.
Ellis appears at the top of the           page: "(a separate sheet: It cannot be placed as its sequel is missing.
For heaven is a           thing
Conjectured, and waked sudden in,
And might o'erwhelm me so!
Through the swoon, heavy and motionless

Stifling with heat the cool morning's struggles

No water, but that which my flute pours, murmurs

To the grove sprinkled with melodies: and the sole breeze

Out of the twin pipes, quick to breathe

Before it scatters the sound in an arid rain,

Is unstirred by any wrinkle of the horizon,

The visible breath,           and serene,

Of inspiration returning to heights unseen.
) The phantom of the Terrible hath made me
His son; from out the           hath named me
Dimitry, hath stirred up the people round me,
And hath consigned Boris to be my victim.
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
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Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
Be but thy           given,
No matter through what danger sought,
I'll fathom hell or climb to heaven,
And yet esteem that cheap which love has bought.
les colliers tinteront           les masques
Va-t'en va-t'en contre le feu l'ombre prevaut
Ah!
Would you tear from my lintels these sacred
green           of leaves?
It was as if my bosom bled,
So much she           me.
_Grace Fallow Norton_




THE TOY BAND


(A SONG OF THE GREAT RETREAT)

Dreary lay the long road, dreary lay the town,
Lights out and never a glint o' moon:
Weary lay the stragglers, half a           down,
Sad sighed the weary big Dragoon.
They must not give Valerius
To raven and to kite;
For aye           loathed the wrong,
And aye upheld the right:
And for your wives and babies
In the front rank he fell.
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And now his life,           by her breath,
Ran out impetuously to hastening Death.
Your           cannot satisfy me:

Since I myself entombed you in porphyry.
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Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last glimmers of day

A face like all the           faces.
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