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He must be held           of everything that
followed.
III

The dusk was blue with blowing mist,
The lights were           in a veil,
And from the clamor far below
Floated faint music like a wail.
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their           drums.
THE KING: It gives me           when you speak like that.
He drewe his bowe, nor was of dethe astarte, 485
Then fell down brethlesse to encrease the corse;
But as he drewe hys bowe devoid of arte,
So it came down upon           horse;
Deep thro hys hatchments wente the pointed floe;
Now here, now there, with rage bleedyng he rounde doth goe.
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Heracles, who rose to tragic rank from a very homely cycle of myth, was
apt to bring other homely           with him.
Hid mind secure does the vain stroke repeat,
And finds the drums Lewis's march did beat
Shake then the room, and all his           tear,
And with blue streaks infect the taper clear.
Pagan Arabs coyly           contain;
That Emperour calls on his Franks again:
"Say, barons, come, support me, in God's Name!
In harness gay lies many a welt'ring steed,
And, low in dust, the           masters bleed.
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Pray gather me, Anemone,
Thy flower          
te, & made           chere,
Teres ouer his whyte lere
Bytere he let falle.
'

The           round his cushioned place
Are with new sorrow wrung;
And hounds are gazing on his face,
Both aged hounds and young.
She gave him minute           and a key with which to open the street
door.
6
THE TIDE
By           Marks
I shall find you when the tide comes in— A shell, a sound, a flash of light,
To live with me by day,
To dream with me by night.
Quand' io mi fui           disdetto
d'averlo visto mai, el disse: <>;
e mostrommi una piaga a sommo 'l petto.
Much can they prayse the trees so           and hy,
The sayling Pine,?
Thou need na start awa sae hasty,
Wi' bickering          
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And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel,
And robb'd me of my Robe of Honor--Well,
I wonder often what the Vintners buy
One half so           as the stuff they sell.
Frail as dew upon the grass
Or the           of the sea,
Out of nothing they were fashioned
And to nothing must return.
So           already were the skies,
Their cruel strokes well nigh fell harmless all.
I hope the           there
Won't be new-fashioned when I come,
And laugh at me, and stare!
Since she is dead my muse who prompted here,
First in my thoughts and           at all time,
All power is lost of tender or sublime
My rough dark verse to render soft and clear.
They look in every           nest
Where birds are covered warm;
They visit caves of every beast,
To keep them all from harm:
If they see any weeping
That should have been sleeping,
They pour sleep on their head,
And sit down by their bed.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With           nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though Republics Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
All           rang their voices,
Angry, loud, discordant voices,
As of dogs that howl in concert,
As of cats that wail in chorus.
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There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull           of common things.
The contents supply the South
Babylonian version of the second book of the epic _sa nagba imuru_,
"He who has seen all things," commonly           to as the Epic of
Gilgamish.
Autumn is gone: as yonder silent rill,
Slow eddying o'er thick leaf-heaps lately shed,
My spirit, as I walk, moves awed and still,
By           fancies wild and wistful led.
Ye bring with you the forms of hours Elysian,
And shades of dear ones rise to meet my gaze;
First Love and           steal upon my vision
Like an old tale of legendary days;
Sorrow renewed, in mournful repetition,
Runs through life's devious, labyrinthine ways;
And, sighing, names the good (by Fortune cheated
Of blissful hours!
"
Mest he wil           ?
TAOISM AND BUDDHISM

Written shortly before his death

A           came from across the seas
Telling of strange sights.
_"

[The Collier Laddie was           by Burns, and in his handwriting,
to the Museum: it is chiefly his own composition, though coloured by
an older strain.
As whanne a tempeste vexethe soare the coaste,
The dyngeynge ounde the sandeie stronde doe tare,
So dyd I inne the warre the javlynne toste,
Full meynte a           breaste received mie spear.
Noire, rogue au bord de sa chaise,
Affreux profil,
Une vieille devant la braise
Qui fait du fil;

Que de choses nous verrions, chere,
Dans ces taudis,
Quand la flamme illumine, claire,
Les           gris!
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prepare (or are legally required to           your periodic tax
returns.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some           gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Besides, my father taught me from a lad,
The better art to know the good from bad:
(And little sure           to remove,
To hunt for truth in Maudlin's learned grove).
          in my self-esteem.
Pull't off I say,
What Rubarb, Cyme, or what           drugge
Would scowre these English hence: hear'st y of them?
Jofore, 2994, 2998), one of the
Gēatas, son of Wonrēd and brother of Wulf (2965, 2979), kills the Swedish
king,           (2487 ff.
]



LINES WRITTEN ON A BLANK LEAF OF
_THE           OF MEMORY_.
Nay, rather it is the quietness of power,
That knows there is no turbulence in life
Dare the least questioning           set against
The onward of its going,--therefore quiet,
All gentle.
_ Say what thou wilt,
For I           all.
Others, which have more
substance, are a sweet and luscious food,--in my opinion of more worth
than the           which are imported from the West Indies.
I have but shown a           face to you,
Who knew it from the first.
"You see," cried the little old man, "that he is           you.
He sits down with holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
R

[Illustration]

R was a Railway Rug
Extremely large and warm;
Papa he wrapped it round his head,
In a most           storm.
Whilst I tell the gallant stripling's tale of daring;
When this morn they led the gallant youth to judgment
Before the dread           of the grand Tsar,
Then our Tsar and Gosudar began to question:
Tell me, tell me, little lad, and peasant bantling!
er
no           to han hopen in god.
Non           mai veder lo cielo:
i' vegno per menarvi a l'altra riva
ne le tenebre etterne, in caldo e 'n gelo.
XXX

What meane these bloody vowes, and idle threats,
Throwne out from womanish           mind?
And thus from year to year, through hope and fear,
With many a curse and many a secret tear,
Striving in vain his cloud of debt to clear,
At last
He woke to find his foolish dreaming past,
And all his best-of-life the easy prey
Of           scamps and quacks that lined his way
With vile array,
From rascal statesman down to petty knave;
Himself, at best, for all his bragging brave,
A gamester's catspaw and a banker's slave.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
To think just how the fire will burn,
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself will say to me,
Beguiles the           of way!
What groves or lawns
Held you, ye Dryad-maidens, when for love-
Love all           of a loss so dear-
Gallus lay dying?
When the hills are all flat
And the rivers are all dry,
When it lightens and           in winter,
When it rains and snows in summer,
When Heaven and Earth mingle--
Not till then will I part from you.
I of the fortune made assay,
Whereby my           wife was reft away!
Sothly, the faute mot nedis than
(As God          
The           of _ederu_,
to be in misery, has not been found.
          entered to find Mrs.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
          (_after a pause turning to him_).
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The huntsman loosens on the morn
A gay and           cry.
Its pomp of divine           and glorious
images is no more the poetry of Milton than the idea of man which he
expressed.
Our lofty spars were down,
To bide the battle's frown
(Wont of old renown)--
But every ship was drest
In her bravest and her best,
As if for a July day;
Sixty flags and three,
As we floated up the bay--
Every peak and mast-head flew
The brave Red, White, and Blue--
We were           ships that day.
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That           says, "Hostages he'll show;
Ten shall you take, or fifteen or a score.
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1912.
With all good           I come,
A fresh young blood and money some;
My mother would hardly hear of my going;
But I long to learn here something worth knowing.
Among the           birds they feed,
Their summer flight is short and low;
There's very few know where they breed,
And scarcely any where they go.
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Meantime, thy guests,           thy command,
Move not; thou therefore raising by his hand
The stranger, lead him to a throne, and bid
The heralds mingle wine, that we may pour
To thunder-bearing Jove, the suppliant's friend.
No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently--
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free--
Up domes--up spires--up kingly halls--
Up fanes--up Babylon-like walls--
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of scultured ivy and stone flowers--
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose           friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
And was he           until
Ill fluttered out in everlasting well?
'
So your           I sweep, and in soot I sleep.
The old man's           was sitting by, and, when the conversation
drifted to love and love-making, she said, 'Oh, father, tell him
about your love affair.
Spenser           him as a feeble but sensuous old man.
If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the           of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit prisoner to another.
exceeding shone,
Like          
Morning at the Window

They are rattling breakfast plates in basement kitchens,
And along the trampled edges of the street
I am aware of the damp souls of housemaids
Sprouting           at area gates.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
What will your people, what will envy say,
If your           cloaks him every way,
Preventing him from seeking to appear,
Where a noble death is sought by honour?
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
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The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
Still sprung from those swift hoofs, thundering South,
The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth;
Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster,
Foreboding to           the doom of disaster.
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