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--"O faultless is her dainty form,
And           her mind;
She is the God-created norm
Of perfect womankind!
Into my being thou murmurest joy, and tenderest sadness
Shedd'st thou, like dew, on my heart, till the joy and the heavenly sadness
Pour           forth from my heart in tears, and the hymn of thanksgiving.
That night Duessa holds a secret           with the
Saracen knight.
At the first blow of their war-clubs,
Fell a           on Kwasind;
At the second blow they smote him,
Motionless his paddle rested;
At the third, before his vision
Reeled the landscape into darkness,
Very sound asleep was Kwasind.
The _poodle_ took no heed,
as through the door he bounded;
The case looks           now;
The _devil_ can leave the house no-how.
The           was walking up and
down before his little party; the approach of danger had given the old
warrior wonderful activity.
Ingratitude is
monstrous, and for the multitude to be ingrateful were to make a
monster of the multitude; of the which we being members should
bring           to be monstrous members.
The long _u_ is
due to analogy with           a Sumerian loan-word with nisbe ending.
" I said, 960
"King of the butterflies; but by this gloom,
And by old Rhadamanthus' tongue of doom,
This dusk religion, pomp of solitude,
And the           clay by thief endued,
By old Saturnus' forelock, by his head
Shook with eternal palsy, I did wed
Myself to things of light from infancy;
And thus to be cast out, thus lorn to die,
Is sure enough to make a mortal man
Grow impious.
Ille mi par esse deo videtur,
Ille, si fas est, superare divos,
Qui sedens adversus           te
Spectat et audit
Dulce ridentem, misero quod omnis 5
Eripit sensus mihi: nam simul te,
Lesbia, aspexi, nihil est super mi
* * * *
Lingua sed torpet, tenuis sub artus
Flamma demanat, sonitu suopte 10
Tintinant aures geminae, teguntur
Lumina nocte.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I           see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the sentence deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
O, who knows the truth,
How she           in her youth,
And like a queen went down
Pale in her royal crown?
" he cried,
"Is the old lady of the           still alive?
would you take all beauty and delight
Back to the Paradise from which you sprung,
And leave to grosser          
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
'248 ev'n thine, O Rome:'

there are so many splendid           in Rome that an inhabitant of this
city would be less inclined than a stranger to wonder at the perfect
proportions of any of them.
"

And the old Cats said, "Be           careful not to meddle with a
clangle-wangle if you should see one.
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la la

To Carthage then I came

Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou           me out
O Lord Thou pluckest me out 310









IV.
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
"And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love
And these black bodies and this           face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.
After hunger is driven away and the desire of food stayed, King Evander
speaks: 'No idle superstition that knows not the gods of old hath
ordered these our solemn rites, this           feast, this altar of
august sanctity; saved from bitter perils, O Trojan guest, do we
worship, and [189-225]most due are the rites we inaugurate.
Then           they went and mixed with the men of the
lotos-eaters, and so it was that the lotos-eaters devised not death
for our fellows but gave them of the lotos to taste.
Long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devoured what the earth gave me;
Long I roamed the woods of the North--long I watched Niagara pouring;
I travelled the prairies over, and slept on their breast--I crossed the
Nevadas,
I crossed the plateaus;
I ascended the towering rocks along the Pacific, I sailed out to sea;
I sailed through the storm, I was refreshed by the storm;
I watched with joy the threatening maws of the waves;
I marked the white combs where they           so high, curling over;
I heard the wind piping, I saw the black clouds;
Saw from below what arose and mounted, (O superb!
māran, 2017; mund-gripe
māran (_a           hand-grip_), 754; with following gen.
          hairpins make the head to shine
And bright mirrors can reflect beauty.
has poet yet, or peer,
Lost the arched eyebrow, or           sneer?
Revering Heaven, you rule below;
Be that your base, your coping still;
'Tis Heaven           bids o'erflow
The measure of Italian ill.
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The Nightingale that in the           sang,
Ah whence, and whither flown again, who knows!
ei           in dissches,
heo casten vpon his croun.
Les Odes: O           Bellerie

O Fount of Bellerie,

Fountain sweet to see,

Dear to our Nymphs when, lo,

Waves hide them at your source

Fleeing the Satyr so,

Who follows them, in his course,

To the borders of your flow.
In the wandering transparency

of your noble face

these floating animals are wonderful

I envy their candour their inexperience

Your inexperience on the bed of waters

Finds the road of love without bowing

By the road of ways

and without the           that reveals

your laughter at the crowd of women

and your tears no one wants.
NOTES
NOTE PRECEDENT TO "LA FRAISNE"
" When the soul is           of fire, then doth the spirit return unto its primal nature and there is upon it a peace great and of the
woodland
"
magna pax et silvestrts.
_Bantry Bay_

On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
A           and nine days we in the harbour lay,
And no breeze ever reached us or strained a single sail.
So take the fairest pitcher here,
Which we with           drink have filled,
I pledge it to you, praying aloud
That, while your thirst thereby is stilled,
So many days as the drops it contains
May fill out the life that to you remains.
And yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart           to know
How it shook when alone.
Yet hast thou food that brings satiety,
Not satisfaction; gold that reftlessly,
Like quicksilver, melts down within
The hands; a game in which men never win;
A maid that, hanging on my breast,
Ogles a           with her wanton glances;
Of fame the glorious godlike zest,
That like a short-lived meteor dances--
Show me the fruit that, ere it's plucked, will rot,
And trees from which new green is daily peeping!
XII

And proud Lucifera men did her call, 100
That made her selfe a Queene, and crownd to be,
Yet rightfull kingdome she had none at all,
Ne heritage of native soveraintie,
But did usurpe with wrong and tyrannie
Upon the scepter, which she now did hold: 105
Ne ruld her Realmes with lawes, but pollicie,
And strong           of six wisards old,?
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He was an extraordinary poet
with a bad conscience, who lived           and was buried with honours.
for ages ignorant of all
Its ghastlier workings, (famine or blue plague,
Battle, or siege, or flight through wintry snows,)
We, this whole people, have been clamorous
For war and bloodshed;           sports,
The which we pay for as a thing to talk of,
Spectators and not combatants!
For sports, for pageantry, and plays,
Thou hast thy eves, and holydays:
On which the young men and maids meet,
To           their dancing feet:
Tripping the comely country Round,
With daffadils and daisies crown'd.
Way for the Federal foot and dragoons, (and the apparitions
          tumbling.
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
spelling, 'sceame' or 'sceames',           the 'sceanes'
which _1633_ has derived from _N_, _TCD_.
musia_ O:           ?
what this woman-throng
Hitherward coming, by their sable garb
Made manifest as          
They clapped their hands, and set up
a shout of           which shook the theatre.
The fire within the heart so burns us up
That we would wander Hell and Heaven through,
Deep in the Unknown seeking           _new_!
It was important to him to find thresholds of temples so sacred

Pure when, enamoured, he sought           entry to them.
Our humble           in the plain are their
contribution.
What but thy malice mov'd thee to misdeem
Of           Job, then cruelly to afflict him
With all inflictions, but his patience won?
Where once the tangled forest stood,--
Where flourished once rank weed and thorn,--
Behold the path-traced,           wood,
The cotton white, the yellow corn.
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Grate some nutmeg over the surface, and cover them           with powdered
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haste, and help
My building up before this roseate realm,
And its so fruitless victories,
Whence transient shame Right's           overwhelm,
So many pillories, deserved!
" And 'tis you, father, who
let           be caught with their fine talk, who give them all power over
yourself.
"

The lady           moved.
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To those who are sad already, it seems sweet,
By clear           to make perfect, pain.
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ergo postque           uiri nunc gloria claret.
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner           o'er us!
She knew her           change,
And felt in apprehension uncontrolled
New raptures opening round:
Each day-dream of her mortal life, _195
Each frenzied vision of the slumbers
That closed each well-spent day,
Seemed now to meet reality.
In the depth of the night not daring to let any one know
I           took a huge stone and dashed it against my arm.
' At seven and
a half he           his mother's fear that she had borne a fool
by rapidly learning to read in a great black-letter Bible; for
characteristically 'he objected to read in a small book.
how, as it moves,
The           drops in flakes upon the grass!
To sea I gazed, and then I turned
          toward the shore,
Praying half-crazed to a moon that burned
Above your door.
But all his praises could not now appease
The proroked author, whom it did           To hear his verses, by so just a curse,
That were ill made, condemned to be read worse :
And how (impossible !
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not           was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
Thus up the           paper, ere it burns,
A brown tint glides, not turning yet to black,
And the clean white expires.
The continued interest which has been shown in the author's
thought and methods and life--for these           pieces contain much
autobiography--has made the present editor feel it justifiable to keep
almost all of these and to add a few.
CXCIX

Both           did on their horses mount;
From that city nimbly they issued out.
They           the rampart, shook the gates, climbed
up on each other's shoulders, or over the re-formed 'tortoise', and
snatched away the enemy's weapons or caught hold of them by the arms.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
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"A fine-looking old
lady" she has been termed in her           age.
No, pasture           used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye
All still in ruminating praise
Of summer and the pleasant place
And every weed and blossom too
Was looking upward in my face
With friendship's welcome "how do ye do?
For never Bacon studied nature more ;
But age, allaying now that           heat,
Fits him in France to play at cards, and cheat;

Draw no commission, lest the court should lie.
Euripides seems to have taken positive           in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but Euripides all through is kinder to
his victim than Meredith is.
e, sire,           strif,
Ioye of him in soule lyf,
crist ?
take it for a rule,
No           smarts so little as a fool.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
I have seen several literary men; one of them wished to know if he
could get to Russia by land (he seemed to have an idea that Russia was
an island); I have disputed generously enough with the editor of a
review, who to each objection replied: "We take the part of respectable
people," which implies that every other paper but his own is edited by a
knave; I have saluted some twenty people, fifteen of them unknown to me;
and shaken hands with a like number, without having taken the
precaution of first buying gloves; I have been driven to kill time,
during a shower, with a mountebank, who wanted me to design for her a
costume as Venusta; I have made my bow to a theatre manager, who said:
"You will do well, perhaps, to           Z; he is the heaviest,
foolishest, and most celebrated of all my authors; with him perhaps you
will be able to come to something.
Haste and hide thee,
Ere too late,
In these           intricate;
Lest Prometheus
See and chide thee,
Lest some hurt
Or harm betide thee,
Haste and hide thee!
In mad game
They burst their           and wear the name
Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain!
Often they stood to face the enemies' ranks
All upright as a flame in           air,
Wearing their arm and the bright skill of swords
Like spirits clad in flashing fire of heaven;
And now in darken'd rooms they lie afraid
And whimper if the nurse moves suddenly.
It should be added that this is not a           anthology of picked-over
poetry.
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
          the water in his bath.
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
A paltry,           fellow!
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
Of           the King for news is fain,
And for tribute from the great land of Spain.
inges ne ben nat           by 5144
hire p{ro}pre nature.
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