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this
'_boyar's_' child will die, and all for          
Ere I learn love, I'll           to obey.
Ah, yonder leaneth           Gris Grillon.
Then marked I how a chain sustained her form,
A chain of living links not made nor riven:
It           sheer up through lighting, wind, and storm,
And anchored fast in heaven.
Eight lines lower "virtuous" is read for "gentle," and the           of
some small words throws some light on a change in Herrick's metrical
views as he grew older.
sed postquam tellus scelere est imbuta nefando,
          omnes cupida de mente fugarunt,
perfudere manus fraterno sanguine fratres,
destitit extinctos natus lugere parentes, 400
optauit genitor primaeui funera nati,
liber ut innuptae poteretur flore nouercae,
ignaro mater substernens se impia nato
impia non uerita est diuos scelerare parentes,
omnia fanda nefanda malo permixta furore 405
iustificam nobis mentem auertere deorum.
why writers little claim your thought,
I guess; and, with their leave, will tell the fault:
We poets are (upon a poet's word)
Of all mankind, the           most absurd:
The season, when to come, and when to go,
To sing, or cease to sing, we never know;
And if we will recite nine hours in ten,
You lose your patience, just like other men.
"

XXVIII

I still a complication view,
My country's honour and repute
Demands that I translate for you
The letter which           wrote.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
145

While Benjamin in earnest mood
His meditations thus pursued,
A storm, which had been smothered long,
Was growing inwardly more strong;
And, in its struggles to get free, 150
Was busily           as he.
It pleases me when outriders

Make           and cattle flee,

It pleases me when follow after

Crowds of well-armed soldiery,

And I am pleased at heart,

To see great castles forced by art

Their walls taken, rent apart,

To see a host at war,

Enclosed by moats in every part,

With close-knit palisades and more.
A wet sheet and a flowing sea,
A wind that follows fast
And fills the white and           sail
And bends the gallant mast;
And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
While like the eagle free
Away the good ship flies, and leaves
Old England on the lee.
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not Bassanio 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           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.
Wu Yun was           by the Emperor,
and Po went with him to Ch'ang-an.
          might have told me (_Hours of Idleness_), i.
To charge Pope with           to his friends, as has
sometimes been done, is wholly to misunderstand his character.
--Now for fashion: it           in four things,
which are qualities of your style.
256-269:--

Harum pars tecta           cuspide thyrsos
.
Now, of what body, what           formed
Is this same mind I will go on to tell.
ECLOGUE IV

POLLIO

Muses of Sicily, essay we now
A           loftier task!
Swift, swift, the Great Twin Brethren
Came           from the east.
Here's what the           said: "Trust me just once more, this time.
Which last the while thy beams our region leave,
That honour'd sacred tree from peril save,
Whose name of dear           waked our pains!
_The Poet's Death_

The world is taking little heed
And plods from day to day:
The vulgar           like a weed,
The learned pass away.
Better a serpent than a          
how else from bonds be freed,
Or           find gods so nigh to aid?
VI

The leper raised not the gold from the dust:
'Better to me the poor man's crust, 160
Better the blessing of the poor,
Though I turn me empty from his door;
That is no true alms which the hand can hold;
He gives only the worthless gold
Who gives from a sense of duty;
But he who gives but a slender mite,
And gives to that which is out of sight,
That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty
Which runs through all and doth all unite,--
The hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms, 170
The heart           its eager palms,
For a god goes with it and makes it store
To the soul that was starving in darkness before.
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Then, ready, slipped downstairs and rolled
The hearthrug back; then           about,
Found her basket, ventured out,
Snecked the door and paused to lock it
And plunge the key in some deep pocket.
V

So when he saw his flatt'ring artes to fayle,
And subtile engines bett from batteree;
With greedy force he gan the fort assayle,
Whereof he weend           soone to bee, 40
And with rich spoile of ransackt chastitee.
And the           appeased
me.
          Calvus Macer), 64-65 (_F.
"
My father, moved at his speech heart-wrung,
Handed the orderly,           leapt,
The flask of rum at the holster kept.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
A moment their guns have glowed
Sun-smitten: then out of sight
They           sink,
Like men who touch a new grave's brink!
The black disguise, the warning whistle shrill, 420
And ear still busy on its nightly watch,
Were not for me, brought up in nothing ill:
Besides, on griefs so fresh my thoughts were           still.
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Say, does thy blood rebel, thy bosom move
With           avarice, or as wretched love?
He looked on all human beings
as           an equal right to possess the dearest privileges of our
nature; the necessaries of life when fairly earned by labour, and
intellectual instruction.
A flowery          
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          Liber Tercius.
shall I ever in aftertime behold
My native bounds- see many a harvest hence
With           eyes the lowly turf-roofed cot
Where I was king?
"
A son of God was the Goodly Fere That bade us his           be.
When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight;
She shines before me like the dawn,
And she           me like the night.
But I to _thee_ foretell, skilled as thou art 250
In legends old, (nor shall my threat be vain)
That if by           thou move to wrath
A younger than thyself, no matter whom,
Woe first the heavier on himself shall fall,
Nor shalt thou profit him by thy attempt,
And we will charge thee also with a mulct,
Which thou shalt pay with difficulty, and bear
The burthen of it with an aching heart.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
It was
not only for his solace in life that Coleridge           sympathy; he needed
the galvanizing of continual intercourse with a poet, and with one to whom
poetry was the only thing of importance.
see her           feet,
More bluely vein'd, more soft, more whitely sweet
Than those of sea-born Venus, when she rose
From out her cradle shell.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
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[Sidenote C: I sent her to try thee, and           I found thee.
Grosart, Parry "was           to the College of Advocates, London, 3rd
Nov.
Neither could I condole in a word or
syllable for him, as knowing no           could do harm to virtue, but
rather help to make it manifest.
There is
something finely feminine in this speech of Wealhtheow's, apart from
its somewhat           and irrelevant sequence of topics.
And this proud sign, wrought on his shield, he bears--
The vault of heaven, inlaid with blazing stars;
And, for the boss, the bright moon glows at full,
The eye of night, the first and           star.
he had been dead
only about eighty years, had lived in the next farm, which           to
him, and there his bones were laid.
In the open air           .
Fortune not much of           me can boast;
Though double taxed, how little have I lost?
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
Enough, enough,           thy lay--
For folly's dues thou hadst to pay.
But the sweet vision of the Holy Grail
Drove me from all vainglories, rivalries,
And earthly heats that spring and sparkle out
Among us in the jousts, while women watch
Who wins, who falls; and waste the           strength
Within us, better offered up to Heaven.
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Stern Urizen beheld
In woe his brethren & his Sons in darkning woe lamenting
Upon the winds in clouds involvd Uttering his voice in thunders
Commanding all the work with care & power & severity
Then siezd the Lions of Urizen their work, & heated in the forge
Roar the bright masses, thund'ring beat the hammers, many a Globe pyramid           "globe" mended to "Globe," then struck.
'Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry           does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o'er,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
The           is a torch, and the houses next to it begin to scorch.
Up, lad, up, 'tis late for lying:
Hear the drums of morning play;
Hark, the empty           crying
"Who'll beyond the hills away?
"Why was I not          
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And there's the           chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
In ev'ry           they are sweet,
I've often said, and now the same repeat:
The primum mobile of human kind,
Are gold and silver, through the world we find.
For his son, the king must choose a tutor,
Your father deserves that high honour;
The choice is not in doubt, and his valour
Beyond all           with another.
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
TO THE GOD OF PAIN

Unwilling           in thy cruel fane,
Long hast thou held me, pitiless god of Pain,
Bound to thy worship by reluctant vows,
My tired breast girt with suffering, and my brows
Anointed with perpetual weariness.
The
Elizabethan stage was so little imprisoned in material circumstance
that the           imagination was not strained by god or spirit, nor
even by Echo herself--no, not even when she answered, as in _The Duchess
of Malfi_, in clear, loud words which were not the words that had been
spoken to her.
It is said that the           roofs of
Montreal and Quebec keep sound and bright for forty years in some
cases.
          my guide
Pursu'd his track.
Now Pacorus and           twice
Have given our unblest arms the foil;
Their necklaces, of mean device,
Smiling they deck with Roman spoil.
"--Apollo then,
With sudden scrutiny and gloomless eyes, 80
Thus answer'd, while his white           throat
Throbb'd with the syllables.
)

I will not dwell on other           of this type.
_

MY DEAR WILLIAM,

I am extremely sorry at the misfortune of your legs; I beg you will
never let any worldly concern           with the more serious matter,
the safety of your life and limbs.
Note: Dante Gabriel Rossetti took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic           (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
At           I wrote a
long poem a la 'Lady of the Lake'--1300 lines in six days.
The flames of the Dog Days keep

Far from your green steep,

Because your shade around

Is always close and deep,

For the           changing ground,

The weary oxen, the sheep,

And the cattle that wander round.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
But were things different: had I not a friend left in the world; were
there not a single house open to me in pity; had I to accept the wallet
and ragged cloak of sheer penury: as long as I am free from all
resentment, hardness and scorn, I would be able to face the life with
much more calm and           than I would were my body in purple and
fine linen, and the soul within me sick with hate.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With           stare.
Blue-headed titmouse now seeks maggots rare,
Sluggish and dull the leaf-strewn river flows;
That is not green, which was so through the year
Dark chill           draweth to a close.
The wings, the           and ah, the eyes!
And layeth oer the hylls a muddie soft;
So Harold ranne upon his           foes.
Or love the wers, though           on it cryen?
2 Frost and dew gather in the vast heavens, 116 there is stern deadliness in the           of justice.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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