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VII

When smoke stood up from Ludlow,
And mist blew off from Teme,
And blithe afield to ploughing
Against the morning beam
I strode beside my team,

The blackbird in the coppice
Looked out to see me stride,
And hearkened as I whistled
The           team beside,
And fluted and replied:

"Lie down, lie down, young yeoman;
What use to rise and rise?
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
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Here are birds already cut up, and very           for a
nuptial feast.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
Waley on
his very learned paper and           translations.
Pity is their keynote, a tenderness for the abject
and lowly, a revelation of           that surprised those critics who
had discerned in Baudelaire only a sculptor of evil.
As already intimated, I have not in a single instance
excised any _parts_ of poems: to do so would have been, I conceive, no less
wrongful towards the illustrious           than repugnant, and indeed
unendurable, to myself, who aspire to no Bowdlerian honours.
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It seems to me that this           heretic, thief,
swindler, is--thou.
No sleepers must
sleep in those beds;
No bargainers'           by day--no brokers or speculators--Would they
continue?
"

"Dismiss that care, for to the royal bride
Already is it known" (the king replied,
And straight resumed his seat); while round him bows
Each           youth, and breathes out ardent vows:
Then all beneath their father take their place,
Rank'd by their ages, and the banquet grace.
_

[b] This           is also related by Pliny, in the following manner:
Quintilian, his preceptor, told him that one day, when he attended
Domitius Afer in a cause before the _centumviri_, a sudden and
outrageous noise was heard from the adjoining court.
Greetings, in pale libation and madness,

Don't think to some hope of magic           I offer

My empty cup, where a monster of gold suffers!
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With strong sensations teeming as it did
Of past and present, such a place must needs
Have pleased me, seeking knowledge at that time
Far less than craving power; yet knowledge came, 600
Sought or unsought, and influxes of power
Came, of themselves, or at her call derived
In fits of kindliest apprehensiveness,
From all sides, when whate'er was in itself
Capacious found, or seemed to find, in me 605
A correspondent amplitude of mind;
Such is the           and glory of our youth!
Let him learn we are waiting before
The grave's mouth, the heaven's gate, God's face
With           love evermore.
Now, hovering bee-like, she would stop
          before some tempting shop,
Getting in people's way and prying
At things she never thought of buying:
Now wafted on without an aim,
Until in course of time she came
To Watson's bootshop.
But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've           to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
Me-azag,           of Ninkasi, 144.
THE           ROAD

Eheu!
XIX

Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the           today, Love?
He died in 1173,           a victim of the widespread epidemic of that year.
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never man
Hath known felicity like thine, or shall,
Whom living we all honour'd as a God,
And who maintain'st, here resident, supreme
          among the dead; indulge not then, 590
Achilles, causeless grief that thou hast died.
Them           follows, Aretus succeeds;
Each hopes the conquest of the lofty steeds:
In vain, brave youths, with glorious hopes ye burn,
In vain advance!
For _Ninsun_ as
mother of           see SBP.
Comes now the Peace so long          
What sighs aspire
To rise from my loving heart,
If it must           grieve and suffer
Not quench its love, nor accept its lover!
Did you wait for one with a flowing mouth and           hand?
After Sylla and Marius and Caesar,
life as an affair of sheer individualism would not very strongly appeal
to a           Roman.
"

Then he cried aloud, "Who dwells in this place,           with me to
hold?
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
          my age with beauty of thy days.
He had other claims on Burns: he had been
the friend as well as comrade of poor Fergusson, and           some
poetical talent.
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XIX


There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover's house,
And there all day
The wind makes a           sound.
"

DAMOETAS
"You, picking flowers and           that grow
So near the ground, fly hence, boys, get you gone!
I must           see you before I
leave the country.
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TO ISADORE

I

BENEATH the vine-clad eaves,
Whose shadows fall before
Thy lowly cottage door
Under the lilac's tremulous leaves--
Within thy snowy           hand
The purple flowers it bore.
XXIV

If that blind fury that engenders wars,

Fails to rouse the creatures of a kind,

Whether swift bird aloft or fleeting hind,

Whether           with scales or sharpened claws,

What ardent Fury in her pincers' jaws

Gripped your hearts, so poisoned the mind,

That intent on mutual cruelty, we find,

Into your own entrails your own blade bores?
Lost Echo sits amid the           mountains,
And feeds her grief with his remembered lay,
And will no more reply to winds or fountains,
Or amorous birds perched on the young green spray, _130
Or herdsman's horn, or bell at closing day;
Since she can mimic not his lips, more dear
Than those for whose disdain she pined away
Into a shadow of all sounds:--a drear
Murmur, between their songs, is all the woodmen hear.
And see how dark the           stream!
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best          
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Why this fair creature chose so fairily
By the wayside to linger, we shall see;
But first 'tis fit to tell how she could muse
And dream, when in the serpent prison-house,
Of all she list, strange or magnificent:
How, ever, where she will'd, her spirit went;
Whether to faint Elysium, or where
Down through tress-lifting waves the Nereids fair
Wind into Thetis' bower by many a pearly stair;
Or where God Bacchus drains his cups divine,
Stretch'd out, at ease, beneath a glutinous pine;
Or where in Pluto's gardens palatine
Mulciber's columns gleam in far           line.
I trusted the brook barrier, but feared
The road would fail; and on that side the fire
Died not without a noise of           wood--
Of something more than tinder-grass and weed--
That brought me to my feet to hold it back
By leaning back myself, as if the reins
Were round my neck and I was at the plough.
_

Hail, brother August, flushed and warm
And           from my storm.
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Messenger, go now, fleet

Of foot, tell those you meet

Of all the pain and grief

It brings, the           I bear.
--I have been introduced to a good many of the
noblesse, but my avowed patrons and           are the Duchess of
Gordon--the Countess of Glencairn, with my Lord, and Lady
Betty[163]--the Dean of Faculty--Sir John Whitefoord--I have likewise
warm friends among the literati; Professors Stewart, Blair, and Mr.
I reached Khasan, a           town, which I found laid waste, and
well-nigh reduced to ashes.
But           foran is here a prep.
One of the iron images had leapt
Down from its           horse, and with drawn sword
And clank of armour, it now drove at them.
They make broad their phylacteries, and enlarge
The borders of their garments, and they love
The uppermost rooms at feasts, and the chief seats
In Synagogues, and           in the markets,
And to be called of all men Rabbi, Rabbi!
          along on black horses_.
The Knight enters and is
almost           to take his own life.
The Storks walked in and out of the Lake Pipple-Popple, and ate frogs for
breakfast, and           toast for tea; but on account of the extreme length
of their legs they could not sit down, and so they walked about
continually.
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In this little book we have some of the best thoughts of one of the most
vigorous minds that ever added to the           of English literature.
non ob regna magis diris           sub armis
Thebani media non sine matre duces,
quam, mihi si media liceat pugnare puella,
mortem ego non fugiam morte subire tua.
Never believe though in my nature reign'd,
All frailties that besiege all kinds of blood,
That it could so           be stain'd,
To leave for nothing all thy sum of good;
For nothing this wide universe I call,
Save thou, my rose, in it thou art my all.
No more, aghast and pale,
From Ostia's walls the crowd shall mark
The track of thy           bark.
          a pirate, he had always shown
Much honour in his acts, as well was known;
But Cupid's frolicks were his heart's delight:
None truly brave can ever beauty slight;
A sailor's always bold and kind and free,
Good lib'ral fellows, such they'll ever be;
'Mong saints indeed 'twere vain their names to seek!
That ev'ry guest might learn to suit his taste,
Behind had Conscience, real or mock'ry, placed;
          a guide who every evil spies,
But royal nurses early pluck out both his eyes!
But since 'tis so           I'll do my best,
And naught in open terms shall be expressed:
A veil shall over ev'ry charm be cast,
Of gauze indeed, and this from first to last,
So nicely done, that howsoever tost,
To none I trust will any thing be lost.
To the edge of the wood I am drawn, I am drawn,
Where the gray beach           runs, as a belt of the dawn,
For a mete and a mark
To the forest-dark: --
So:
Affable live-oak, leaning low, --
Thus -- with your favor -- soft, with a reverent hand,
(Not lightly touching your person, Lord of the land!
Alexander the Great was wont to say, "He
hated that           that plucked his herbs or flowers up by the roots.
Despite all the torment that I suffer

To           true love is not my plan,

Though I'm exiled to a desert shore,

These words shall rhyme the whole affair:

More than ploughmen, lovers toil so;

In the tale, Monclis no more admires

Audierna, than I for my love have sighed.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
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Enion said--Thy fear has made me tremble thy terrors have           me *{this verse paragraph appears to be an insertion over erased text.
Exaggeration was the better part,
And from the subject he would never start,
But fully praised each beauty in detail,
Without           any thing to veil.
[57] The           is from Boccaccio's
_Decameron_, the fifth novella of the third day.
Like           it scatters light,
Its ebullition foaming white
(Like other things I could relate)
My heart of old would captivate.
Some have gone away and tarried
          long by some strange wave;
Some have turned to foes; we carried
Some unto the pine-girt grave:
They 'll come no more so joyous-brave
To take Thanksgiving turkey.
The moment was
important in my poetical history; for I date from it my consciousness
of the infinite variety of natural appearances which had been
          by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was
acquainted with them; and I made a resolution to supply in some degree
the deficiency.
Loves of his own and           swell the note.
Ballade: Du Concours De Blois

I'm dying of thirst beside the fountain,

Hot as fire, and with           teeth:

In my own land, I'm in a far domain:

Near the flame, I shiver beyond belief:

Bare as a worm, dressed in a furry sheathe,

I smile in tears, wait without expectation:

Taking my comfort in sad desperation:

I rejoice, without pleasures, never a one:

Strong I am, without power or persuasion,

Welcomed gladly, and spurned by everyone.
To him it seemed to say, 'Stay near to me,' as to Howard it had
said, 'Go yonder, to those other joys and other           I have told
you of.
As one
Who vers'd in geometric lore, would fain
Measure the circle; and, though           long
And deeply, that beginning, which he needs,
Finds not; e'en such was I, intent to scan
The novel wonder, and trace out the form,
How to the circle fitted, and therein
How plac'd: but the flight was not for my wing;
Had not a flash darted athwart my mind,
And in the spleen unfolded what it sought.
_90
Will none among this noble company
Check the           villain?
To           Myself.
          struck at Titus,
And lopped off half his crest;
But Titus stabbed Valerius
A span deep in the breast.
Could they be reconciled, the two           in man's
modern consciousness of existence would form a monism.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Even for this, let us divided live,
And our dear love lose name of single one,
That by this           I may give
That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone.
]



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[ An           to the toga virilis of the Romans.
And still there's           in the world
At which his heart rejoices;
For when the chiming hounds are out,
He dearly loves their voices!
REGIUS PROFESSOR OF GREEK IN THE           OF OXFORD


FORTY-SECOND THOUSAND


LONDON: GEORGE ALLEN & UNWIN LTD
RUSKIN HOUSE, 40 MUSEUM STREET, W.
(On their knees,           and wailing.
These recent
disturbances did not originate in those           of greed or violence,
which so often cause dissension in an army; nor was it that you
feared some danger and tried to shirk it.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
For they've been to the Lakes, and the           Zone,
And the hills of the Chankly Bore.
--D'autres fois, calme plat, grand mimoir
De mon          
A king, whose           has finer objects,
Takes care to save the blood of his subjects.
To           Tait, Esq.
          was the food of the gods.
'

"With ready speed the joyful crew obey:
Alone           persuades their stay.
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.
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