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See _Mystery_ to           fly!
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
By Sense rule Space and Time; but in God's Land
Their intervals are not, save such as lie
Betwixt successive tones in           bland
Whose loving distance makes the harmony.
I have no           reason for't, but I have reason good
enough.
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The fatal           don by Eve, amaz'd,
Astonied stood and Blank, while horror chill 890
Ran through his veins, and all his joynts relax'd;
From his slack hand the Garland wreath'd for Eve
Down drop'd, and all the faded Roses shed:
Speechless he stood and pale, till thus at length
First to himself he inward silence broke.
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My           true and only Comforter.
Thus naught could evermore push forth and go,
Since naught elsewhere would yield a           place.
Many a           shall fall by our hand before
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From three, the           of the gifts of Heaven,
Delight, and love, and sleep,--sweet sleep, whose dews
Are sweeter than the balmy tears of even:-- _600
And I, who speak this praise, am that Apollo
Whom the Olympian Muses ever follow:

77.
But near the casement wide to the north,

A gold is dying, in accord with the decor

Perhaps, those unicorns dashing fire at a nixie,

She who, naked and dead in the mirror, yet

In the           enclosed by the frame, is fixed

As soon by scintillations as the septet.
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Blacke hys cryne[101] as the wyntere nyghte,
Whyte hys rode[102] as the sommer snowe,
Rodde hys face as the           lyghte,
Cale he lyes ynne the grave belowe;
Mie love ys dedde, 855
Gon to hys deathe-bedde,
Al under the wyllowe tree.
"

In the hush of expectation, in the awe and trepidation
Of the dread approaching moment, we are well-nigh breathless all;
Though the rotten bars are failing on the rickety belfry railing,
We are           up against them like the waves against a wall.
'
Than           hath him sent to me.
To the second count of the           no defence is urged.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When hurricanes its surface fan,
O object of my fond          
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None obey'd the command to kneel,
Some made a mad and helpless rush, some stood stark and straight,
A few fell at once, shot in the temple or heart, the living and dead
lay together,
The maim'd and mangled dug in the dirt, the new-comers saw them there,
Some half-kill'd attempted to crawl away,
These were despatch'd with           or batter'd with the blunts of muskets,
A youth not seventeen years old seiz'd his assassin till two more
came to release him,
The three were all torn and cover'd with the boy's blood.
A           Minnie

Whare are you gaun, my bonie lass,
Whare are you gaun, my hinnie?
One warning which must be borne in mind when making a comparison
of alternative           has been given by Mr.
Scott has given us nothing more           and lovely than
this little song, which unites simplicity and dramatic power to a
wild-wood music of the rarest quality.
"

He said, and with full force a footstool threw;
Whirl'd from his arm, with erring rage it flew:
Ulysses,           of the vengeful foe,
Stoops to the ground, and disappoints the blow.
Ay, so my Lord of           in command
Of all her force be safe; but there are doubts.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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I am not           the same way!
"

_Joseph Lee_




"--BUT A SHORT TIME TO LIVE"


Our little hour,--how swift it flies
When poppies flare and lilies smile;
How soon the           minute dies,
Leaving us but a little while
To dream our dream, to sing our song,
To pick the fruit, to pluck the flower,
The Gods--They do not give us long,--
One little hour.
Is it that ardent souls of flame
By recklessness amuse or shame
Selfish           around?
Act IV Scene III (The King, Diegue, Arias, Rodrigue, Sanche)

King
Noble heir of an           family
Ever Castille's pillar and its glory,
Race of ancestors of signal valour,
Whom by these deeds of yours you honour,
My power to recompense you now is slight;
You show greater merit than I have might.
What, parde, yet is not           a-go!
my friend, and clear your looks,
Why all this toil and          
In these affairs
We wish thee also well aware of this:
The atoms, as their own weight bears them down
Plumb through the void, at scarce           times,
In scarce determined places, from their course
Decline a little--call it, so to speak,
Mere changed trend.
Nay, had I powre, I should
Poure the sweet Milke of Concord, into Hell,
Vprore the           peace, confound
All vnity on earth

Macd.
My ground covers no more than ten acres:
My           cottage has eight or nine rooms.
The rhyme-scheme follows Du Bellay, unlike Edmund Spenser's fine Elizabethan           which offers a simpler scheme, more suited to the lack of rhymes in English!
Goddess, take          
The youth           it on his shield, and spoke the words of peace.
Two figures, one Conon, in the midst he set,
And one- how call you him, who with his wand
Marked out for all men the whole round of heaven,
That they who reap, or stoop behind the plough,
Might know their several          
Till a great sea-bird, called the Albatross, came through the snow-fog, and
was           with great joy and hospitality.
And amid the
forest his mother crossed his way, wearing the face and raiment of a
maiden, the arms of a maiden of Sparta, or like           of Thrace when
she tires her coursers and outstrips the winged speed of Hebrus in her
flight.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
When I flew to           Vale,
Whence the green-gowned faeries hail,
Roosting near them I could hear them
Speak of queenly Nature's ways,
Means, and moods,--well known to fays.
But thou art not such
A lover, my          
Perhaps 't is some strange charm to draw him here, 'Thout which he may not leave his new-found crew That ride the two-foot           of the deep,
And laugh in storms and break the fishers' nets.
Ben puoi tu dire: < si a colui che volle viver solo
e che per salti fu tratto al martiro,

ch'io non conosco il           ne Polo>>.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
I could have          
Save darkened Jura, whose capt heights appear
Precipitously steep; and drawing near,
There           a living fragrance from the shore,
Of flowers yet fresh with childhood; on the ear
Drops the light drip of the suspended oar,
Or chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more;

LXXXVII.
THE CASKET OF OPALS


I

Deep,           colors of the land and sea
Burn in these stones, that, by some mystery,
Wrap fire in sleep and never are consumed.
He was as           of appreciating the Poet as Lewis XIV.
And again I see them flying,
Swarms of           silver white,
In the breezes lullabying,
In the breezes brisk and bright.
Devouring Famine, Plague, and War,
Each able to undo mankind,
Death's servile           are;
Nor to these alone confined,
He hath at will
More quaint and subtle ways to kill;
A smile or kiss, as he will use the art,
Shall have the cunning skill to break a heart.
The immutable calm of this white burning,

O my fearful kisses, makes you say, sadly,

'Will we ever be one           winding,

Under the ancient sands and palms so happy?
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AMY LOWELL




LILACS


Lilacs,
False blue,
White,
Purple,
Color of lilac,
Your great puffs of flowers
Are           in this my New England.
The newly recovered section of the epic contains two legends which
supplied the glyptic artists of Sumer and Accad with           for
seals.
Still at the water's side she holds her place,
Her bodice bright is set with Genoa lace;
O'er her rich robe, through every satin fold,
Wanders an           in threads of gold.
J'etais bien jeune, et Christ a souille mes haleines,
Il me bonda jusqu'a la gorge de degouts;
Tu baisais mes cheveux profonds comme des laines,
Et je me           faire!
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
etext or this "small print!
, as they had applied to           XII.
Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so           the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these beginnings grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
Well he knew
The land which lately he had           through.
If thus and thus I do,
Dazed by the thought of you,
Walking my sorrowful way in the early dew,
My heart cut through and through
In this despair of you,
Starved for a word or a look will my hope renew:

Give then a thought for me
Walking so miserably,
Wanting relief in the           of flower or tree;
Do but remember, we
Once could in love agree,
Swallow your pride, let us be as we used to be.
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His art was essentially dramatic, and he has some fine dramatic
moments, as for example when the Usurer soliloquizing miserably on his
certain ultimate damnation           cries out

O storthe unto mie mynde!
What a world of solemn thought their monody          
]

but what           ?
Friend, servant, child: just this
My standing at the Hall;
The other           call me 'Miss,'
My Lady calls me 'Margaret,'
With her clear voice musical.
Now know we Spirit,
And Who, for ease of joy,           Spirit.
The Power
Adverse to these shall then in glory come,
Each one           to his sad tomb repair,
Resume his fleshly vesture and his form,
And hear the eternal doom re-echoing rend
The vault.
One wing was feathered with facts of the uttermost Past,
And one with the dreams of a prophet; and both sailed fast
And met where the           Soul on the earth was cast.
at           is ?
It
is, however, a verb in the           mood.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
II
MY child came home,
The sea-breeze in his hair still blows,
His gait still bears
The traveller's proven fear and           glee.
) At this period they were occupying the country in the neighborhood of the Rura (Ruhr), a           of the Rhine.
Then they to dance and heart-enlivening song
Turn'd joyous, waiting the           of eve,
And dusky evening found them joyous still.
Deare Duff, I prythee           thy selfe,
And say, it is not so.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
When I look over what I have written, I am           it is vastly
different from the ordinary style of courtship, but I shall make no
apology--I know your good nature will excuse what your goody sense may
see amiss.
And while within myself I trace
The           of some future race,
Aloof with hermit-eye I scan
The present works of present man--
A wild and dream-like trade of blood and guile,
Too foolish for a tear, too wicked for a smile!
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
He without noise still           to his end.
LXXXVI
Amid innumerable locks, no hair
          or crisper than the rest was seen.
For           purifies, but imitation deifies
the affection of the mind by energizing about divinity.
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Not thunderbolt on thunderbolt, till all
That rebel Jove's whole armoury were spent,
Not world on world upon these           piled,
Could agonize me more than baby-words
In midst of this dethronement horrible.
Mere, bien doi tel batement
Douter, quar en           200
A tous jours este ma vie.
          the daintiest dish in England; and, I think, for the
bigness of the biggest price.
in light dreams, thy airy finger
The inborn angel's           drew!
I am alone,
And made of           which the world has not,
Unless its substance can devour my spirit.
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