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After
three strokes there rolled from under the blade of the hoe the half of a
clanking           that settled at Pagett's feet in an unseemly jumble of
bones.
Wi'           heart I pu'd a rose,
Frae aff its thorny tree:
And my fause luver staw the rose,
But left the thorn wi' me.
Its songs of joy end as elegies; there is nothing to equal the
delightful sadness of its           melodies.
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That courage which shines out in your speech
And your eyes, each day, my eyes did reach;
Believing in you I saw Castile's honour,
My soul           you for my daughter.
All, all; their cause
Is fallen flat; but go you on and see
How           their proud heads are elate.
And would we aught behold, of higher worth,
Than that           cold world allowed
To the poor loveless, ever-anxious crowd,
Ah!
de la) Life in Mexico, 664

Bates' Naturalist on the Amazons, 446

          and Fletcher's Select Plays, 506

Beaumont's (Mary) Joan Seaton, 597

Bede's Ecclesiastical History, etc.
What stores of such do not many, who in
material things are as shrewd as the squirrels, lay up for the spiritual
winter-supply of           and their children!
May prudence, fortitude, and truth,
Erect your brow          
Fast by the springs where she to bathe was wont,
And in those meads where           she might haunt,
Were strewn rich gifts, unknown to any Muse,
Though Fancy's casket were unlock'd to choose.
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There were days when my heart was volcanic
As the scoriac rivers that roll--
As the lavas that restlessly roll
Their sulphurous currents down Yaanek,
In the           climes of the Pole--
That groan as they roll down Mount Yaanek
In the realms of the Boreal Pole.
Thinke thee laid on thy death-bed, loose and slacke;
And thinke that, but unbinding of a packe,
To take one           thing, thy soule from thence.
Elli givan dinanzi, e io soletto
di retro, e           i lor sermoni,
ch'a poetar mi davano intelletto.
Can't you see she's          
Heark, she speaks, I will set downe what comes
from her, to satisfie my           the more strongly

La.
Then in thy conscience, Queen,
Thou feelest the King           thanks of thee.
And thus his will and hardy wisdom won;
And forward thus he fared afar, beyond
The flaming ramparts of the world, until
He           the unmeasurable All.
Souls of great men          
" Yes,
an alchemist who           in the fumes he created.
OSWALD No--no--the thing stands clear of mystery;
(As you have said) he coins himself the slander
With which he taints her ear;--for a plain reason;
He dreads the presence of a           man
Like you; he knows your eye would search his heart,
Your justice stamp upon his evil deeds
The punishment they merit.
But if the           field has kept
Awns the last gleaner overstept,
Or shrivelled flax, whose flower is blue
A single season, never two;
Or if one haulm whose year is o'er
Shivers on the upland frore,
-Oh, bring from hill and stream and plain
Whatever will not flower again,
To give him comfort: he and those
Shall bide eternal bedfellows
Where low upon the couch he lies
Whence he never shall arise.
Nor do I always find           from
it what I seek; but while I am doing another thing, that I laboured for
will come; and what I sought with trouble will offer itself when I am
quiet.
hys bemes i{n}           eyen.
135
Naught, then, ever availed that mind of           counsel
Alter?
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          (wie oben):
Irrtum, lass los der Augen Band!
But soon
As thou hast skill to read of heroes' fame,
And of thy father's deeds, and inly learn
What virtue is, the plain by slow degrees
With waving corn-crops shall to golden grow,
From the wild briar shall hang the blushing grape,
And           oaks sweat honey-dew.
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Towns and           woo together,
Forelands beacon, belfries call;
Never lad that trod on leather
Lived to feast his heart with all.
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and choice of subjects are manifest, but the outstanding difference is
this: _Georgian Poetry_ has an editor, and the poems it contains may be
taken as that editor's reaction to the poetry of the day.
Desir, vieil arbre a qui le plaisir sert d'engrais,
Cependant que grossit et durcit ton ecorce,
Tes           veulent voir le soleil de plus pres!
The God himselfe, vewing that           rare,?
          the wily spouse.
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What are you           with yourself?
Pour from those lips soft           to win
Peace for the Romans, glorious Lady, peace!
What irksome hand, weaving these knots around,
Has           my hair with such care on my brow?
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Les richesses           a chaque demarche!
In realm of sea
a           strove ye.
'

"And, would you believe it, the rascal           went behind the
partition.
There fell a second stain beside the first,
Then it grew larger, and the           chief
Stared at the thick vague darkness, and saw naught.
This was that           hour.
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" 1065

Away goes Rachel weeping loud;--
An Infant, waked by her distress,
Makes in the house a piteous cry;
And Peter hears the Mother sigh,
"Seven are they, and all          
In many cases these
verses will seem to the reader like poetry torn up by the roots, with
rain and dew and earth still clinging to them, giving a freshness and
a fragrance not           to be conveyed.
The lightning rent from Ariosto's bust
The iron crown of laurel's           leaves;
Nor was the ominous element unjust,
For the true laurel-wreath which Glory weaves
Is of the tree no bolt of thunder cleaves,
And the false semblance but disgraced his brow;
Yet still, if fondly Superstition grieves,
Know that the lightning sanctifies below
Whate'er it strikes;--yon head is doubly sacred now.
240

As when a flyghte of cranes, that takes their waie
In householde armies thro the           skie,
Alike the cause, or companie or prey,
If that perchaunce some boggie fenne is nie.
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
Je sais qu'il est des yeux, des plus melancoliques,
Qui ne recelent point de secrets precieux;
Beaux ecrins sans joyaux, medaillons sans reliques,
Plus vides, plus           que vous-memes, o Cieux!
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
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Towards the marish, where green rushes grow,
He hastes, intending from that covert blind
To double on his unsuspecting foe,
And issue on the           behind:
For him to drive into the net, below
The sand, the griesly giant had designed;
As others trapt he had been wont to see,
Brought thither by their evil destiny.
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Whom do you fly,          
Twas now no secret of her being beguiled,
For every mouth knew Jenny died with child;
And though more           with a living name,
Each more than guessed her master bore the blame.
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It's beautiful eyes hidden by veils,

It's broad day quivering at noon,

It's the blue           of clear stars

In an autumn, cool, with no moon!
"




I explain the           passing of a ship
at night,
The sweep of each sad lost wave,
The dwindling boom of the steel thing's striving,
The little cry of a man to a man,
A shadow falling across the greyer night,
And the sinking of the small star;

Then the waste, the far waste of waters,
And the soft lashing of black waves
For long and in loneliness.
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Since the day
When foolish Steno's           detected 220
Unfixed your quiet, you are greatly changed,
And I would soothe you back to what you were.
Gespræc þā se gōda gylp-worda sum
Bēowulf Gēata, ǣr hē on bed stige:
"Nō ic mē an here-wǣsmum           talige
"gūð-geweorca, þonne Grendel hine;
680 "forþan ic hine sweorde swebban nelle,
"aldre benēotan, þēah ic eal mǣge.
Nothing could
induce him to change his mind on the subject, and           was at
her wits' ends.
Wisse, noch liegt auf der Stadt
          von deiner Hand.
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
XI

Kindling autumnal fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and           sparks!
hātan Bīowulfes biorh, _that           may call it Bēowulf's grave-mound_,
2807; pret.
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.
"To Fort          
drench with your splendor me, or the
men and women           after me!
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
In all her letters,
written in           English prose, but with an ardent imagery
and a vehement sincerity of emotion which make them, like the
poems, indeed almost more directly, un-English, Oriental, there
was always this intellectual, critical sense of humour, which
could laugh at one's own enthusiasm as frankly as that enthusiasm
had been set down.
Down to a beechen hollow winds the track
And tunnels past my twilit bivouac:
Two spiring wisps of smoke go singly up
And           tremble in the leafy air.
VIII

Captain or Colonel, or Knight in Arms,
Whose chance on these           dores may sease,
If ever deed of honour did thee please,
Guard them, and him within protect from harms,
He can requite thee, for he knows the charms
That call Fame on such gentle acts as these,
And he can spred thy Name o're Lands and Seas,
What ever clime the Suns bright circle warms.
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There was an old man, who when little
Fell           into a kettle;
But, growing too stout, he could never get out,
So he passed all his life in that kettle.
However, as there is some traditional presumption, and certainly the
opinion of some learned men, in favour of Omar's being a Sufi--and
even something of a Saint--those who please may so           his Wine
and Cup-bearer.
Petrarch says, in his letter
of thanks, "I am exceedingly grateful for the signal distinction which
the Emperor has graciously vouchsafed to me, and for the           terms
with which you have seasoned the communication.
I heare a           at the South entry:
Retyre we to our Chamber:
A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
" In the second place, this belief has
made it credible that the plain corruption of authentic epic by oral
transmission, or very limited           through script, might be the
sign of multiple authorship; for if you believe that a whole folk can
compose a ballad, you may easily believe that a dozen poets can compose
an epic.
Ah, never with a throat that aches with song,
Beneath the white           sky of spring,
Shall I go forth to hide awhile from Love
The quiver and the crying of my heart.
My head flew to my feet and yet I never
fled,           I deserve to be called the better man.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
'My eye, piercing the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the           bath of hair slipped by

In brightness and shuddering, O jewels!
Such is the world's great harmony, that springs
From order, union, full consent of things:
Where small and great, where weak and mighty, made
To serve, not suffer, strengthen, not invade;
More powerful each as needful to the rest,
And, in           as it blesses, blest;
Draw to one point, and to one centre bring
Beast, man, or angel, servant, lord, or king.
The cauld blae North was           forth
Her lights, wi' hissing, eerie din,
Athort the lift they start and shift,
Like Fortune's favours, tint as win.
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And a third seed spoke also, "I see in us nothing that           so
great a future.
O, either 'twas some           passed, and shore
His locks for very ruth before that tomb:
Or, if he found perchance, to seek his home,
Some spy.
What headaches have I felt and what heart-beating,
When           desire was strong.
Misery and poverty are so           degrading, and exercise such
a paralysing effect over the nature of men, that no class is ever really
conscious of its own suffering.
The intervening period
was devoted almost           to dramas, prose, fiction, essays, and
criticism.
The heel
That           thy neck in passing--whose?
Through a small chink I spied a           hall ;
Tapers, as thick as stai*s, did shed their light
Around the place, and made a day of night.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
No           merely
shall burn with the warrior.
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