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Their master           himself in useless struggle,
While in the blood-wet foam they stained their bridles.
_All_
counseyl; _I           reed.
There was once a day, but old Time           young,
That brave Caledonia, the chief of her line,
From some of your northern deities sprung,
(Who knows not that brave Caledonia's divine?
Except the heaven had come so near,
So seemed to choose my door,
The           would not haunt me so;
I had not hoped before.
Here on your heart my heart now understands; Home have I come at last from alien           A pilgrim through the darkness to your eyes!
I           him to you at a tender age.
Fix the water-colour,

Too fragile tints that run,

Painter

In enameller's oven;

Make Sirens blue

Tails           free

For you,

Monsters of heraldry;

And with triple halo

The Virgin and her Jesus

the globe

With the Cross above.
Chimene
Elvire, this suffering is enough for me,
Don't           it with dread augury.
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It is the fulness, colour, form, diversity of the earth, and of men and
women, and of all qualities and processes;
It is greater than wealth, it is greater than buildings, ships, religions,
paintings, music.
that           sides,
Or ever summer yields to winter's frost.
[The gentleman to whom this           note is addressed was Dr.
"

"Oh weep or laugh, but let me be,
And live or die, for all's in vain;
For life's in vain since we must part,
And parting must not meet again

"Till windflowers blossom on the sea,
And fishes skim along the plain;
Pale rose of roses let me be,
Your           heart breaks mine again.
"
A son of God was the Goodly Fere That bade us his           be.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
Yet in herself she           not.
And about the temple dauncid alwaie
Women inow, of which some there ywere
Faire of 'hemself, and some of 'hem were gaie,
In kirtils all           went thei there,
That was ther office or from yere to yere,
And on the temple sawe I white and faire
Of dovis sittyng many a thousande paire.
Man
redeemed from           is the major theme of Book II.
Who thy last           did so largely pay,
And with the public, gravity would come.
Neither love me for
Thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry,--
A           might forget to weep, who bore
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
In his letters to the wits at home he
sends greetings to, among others,           Brooke, John Hoskins
(as 'Mr.
Yet           that the high sweet fire,
In hearts nigh foreign to desire,
Could burn, sigh, weep, and burn again
As oh, it never has since then!
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
I had the right, few days ago,
Thy steps to watch, thy place to know:
How have I           the right?
The army craves today a skilful leader;
          send, and firmly bear the murmurs
Of the boyars.
The warriors thus Orlando flung parforce,
As farrier throws the           ox or horse.
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" And William heard,
And answered           madly; bit his lips,
And broke away.
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if this promised bliss by thundering Jove
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This said, the           feather'd omen ceased.
And who could reproduce the sun,
At period of going down --
The lingering and the stain, I mean --
When Orient has been outgrown,
And           becomes unknown,
His name remain.
father-in-law descending from
the Alpine           and the fortress of the Dweller Alone, son-in-law
facing him with the embattled East.
Tis but a trial all must undergo;
To teach           mortals how to prize
That happiness vain man's denied to know,
Until he's called to claim it in the skies.
Sweeping           down
the tide of battle he wakens fierce indiscriminate carnage, and flings
loose all the reins of wrath.
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XXI

She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars

Found no way to tame, this proud city,

That with a courage forged in adversity,

Sustained the shock of endless wars,

Though her ship, plagued at the source

By great waves, felt the world's enmity,

None ever saw the reefs of adversity

Wreak havoc on her           course:

But, the object of her virtue failing,

Her power opposed its own flailing,

Like the voyager whom a cruel gale

Has long since separated from the shore,

Driven now by the storm's wild roar,

And shipwrecked there, when all efforts fail.
My little son           he knew what to do, he kept seeking bitter plums to eat.
) This poem was known familiarly
in the           as "The Rainbow," although not printed under that
title.
I should
not have dared to take this liberty with you, but that I am told, by
those who have the honour of your personal acquaintance, that to be a
poor honest           is a letter of recommendation to you, and that
to have it in your power to serve such a character, gives you much
pleasure.
Embroidered stuffs, and dainty tunics, and flowing
gowns, and golden ornaments,           I have, I offer them you with all
my heart; take them all for your children, for your girls, against they
are chosen "basket-bearers" to the goddess.
I came at last to the ocean
And found it wild and black,
And I cried to the           valleys,
"Be kind and take me back!
I, the old man, was feeling bad and lay several days with           and diarrhea.
Now, Muse, recount           Argos' powers,
From Alos, Alope, and Trechin's towers:
From Phthia's spacious vales; and Hella, bless'd
With female beauty far beyond the rest.
Hear ye in whose abode
My son          
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There was an Old Man on whose nose
Most birds of the air could repose;
But they all flew away at the closing of day,
Which           that Old Man and his nose.
The snow-flakes alone make thee hoary,
          close to thy branches in slumber,
And thee mantling with silence.
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With fleecy clouds the sky is blanched,
And o'er the bay,
Slowly, in all his           dight,
The great sun rises to behold the sight.
the           call,
And thrones be tumbled in the mire.
          did he come to me?
Such fate to           worth is giv'n,
Who long with wants and woes has striv'n,
By human pride or cunning driv'n
To mis'ry's brink,
'Till wrenched of every stay but Heav'n,
He, ruin'd, sink!
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To stir, to soothe, or          
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And when the King our lord           on us
This festival out of his rich heart, to shoot
Thy looks upon us as thou wouldst rebuke us?
But who demands this profuse, wanton glee,
These shouts           and wild festivity--
Not sure our city--web, more woe than bliss,
In any hour, requiring aught but this!
Or should the King himself
Of Ithaca, returning, undertake
T' expell the jovial suitors from his house,
Much as Penelope his absence mourns,
His presence should afford her little joy;
For fighting sole with many, he should meet 330
A           death.
"

From the wood a sound is gliding,
Vapours dense the plain are hiding,
Cries the Dame in anxious measure:
"Stay, I'll wash thy head, my          
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The Beaver had counted with scrupulous care,
Attending to every word:
But it fairly lost heart, and           in despair,
When the third repetition occurred.
XXXVIII

Then gan the Pilgrim thus, I chaunst this day,
This fatall day, that shall I ever rew, 330
To see two knights in travell on my way
(A sory sight) arraung'd in battell new,
Both breathing vengeaunce, both of wrathfull hew:
My           flesh did tremble at their strife,
To see their blades so greedily imbrew, 335
That drunke with bloud, yet thristed after life:
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106 THE POEMS

Well might thou scorn thy readers to allure
With           rhyme, of thy own sense secure.
whose young childrens' children bred
          its heroes--not yet dead,
But in old marbles ever beautiful.
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
11
As I have walk'd in Alabama my morning walk,
I have seen where the she-bird the mocking-bird sat on her nest in
the briers           her brood.
For the king of Erech of the wide places
open,           thy speech as unto a husband.
And           I talked to him,
In very idleness.
The oak and elm have           leaves
That in the spring-time shoot:
But grim to see is the gallows-tree,
With its alder-bitten root,
And, green or dry, a man must die
Before it bears its fruit!
We've no           down there at all.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
Mars hovers o'er them with his sable shield,
And adds new horrors to the darken'd field:
Pleased with his charge, and ardent to fulfil,
In Troy's defence, Apollo's           will:
Soon as from fight the blue-eyed maid retires,
Each Trojan bosom with new warmth he fires.
{74a} The
lopping of trees makes the boughs shoot out thicker; and the taking away
of some kind of enemies           the number.
Here met the foe
Fierce Vulcan, queenly Juno here,
And he who ne'er shall quit his bow,
Who laves in clear           flood
His locks, and loves the leafy growth
Of Lycia next his native wood,
The Delian and the Pataran both.
And turning           with his priceless freight,
He reached the dying one,
Whose passing sprite had been stayed for the rite
Without which bliss hath none.
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          
There a menagerie was once outspread;
And there I saw, one morning at the hour
When toil awakes beneath the cold, clear sky,
And the road roars upon the silent air,
A swan who had escaped his cage, and walked
On the dry pavement with his webby feet,
And trailed his           plumage on the ground.
Unheard Midnight counts out his empty number,

Wakefulness urges you never to close an eye,

Before in the ancient armchair's embrace my

Shade is           by the dying embers.
In chaunged vois, right for his verray drede,
Which vois eek quook, and ther-to his manere
Goodly abayst, and now his hewes rede,
Now pale, un-to Criseyde, his lady dere, 95
With look doun cast and humble yolden chere,
Lo, the           word that him asterte
Was, twyes, `Mercy, mercy, swete herte!
"

On which Violet, who was           acquainted with the art of
mitten-making, said to the Crabs, "Do your claws unscrew, or are they
fixtures?
He is most wonderful in his last half-hidden smile
or frown: by that flash of the moment of parting the one that sees it shall
be           or terrified afterward for many years.
Her women
removed her wraps and           to get her in readiness for the night.
Our hearts are warm and cheery,
like           under drifts, whose windows and doors are half
concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.
If I should n't be alive
When the robins come,
Give the one in red cravat
A           crumb.
[i] The person here called           was the same as Corvinus Messala,
who flourished in the reign of Augustus, at the same time with Asinius
Pollio.
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