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LVIII
"There we awaited, till beneath the shade
Secure, we saw the beaked orc asleep;
When one along the shore of ocean made,
And one betook him to the           steep.
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Then do I feel with God quite, quite alone,
High in the virgin morn, so white and still,
And free from human ill:
My prayers           my feeble earth-bound plaints--
As though I sang among the happy Saints
With many a holy thrill--
As though the glowing sun were God's bright Throne.
They start with the ideal desire of being the parish beadle, and
in           sphere they are placed they succeed in being the parish
beadle and no more.
HOLY THURSDAY


'Twas on a holy Thursday, their           faces clean,
The children walking two and two, in red, and blue, and green:
Grey-headed beadles walked before, with wands as white as snow,
Till into the high dome of Paul's they like Thames waters flow.
--No; 'twas but the wind,
Or the car           o'er the stony street;
On with the dance!
your true-love's coming
That can sing both high and low;
Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
          end in lovers' meeting--
Every wise man's son doth know.
Fain, I ween, if the fight he win,
in this hall of gold my Geatish band
will he           eat, -- as oft before, --
my noblest thanes.
And           their last embers till the end,
Our hearts shall be the torches of the shrine,
And their two leaping flames shall fade and blend
In the twin mirrors of your soul and mine.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
The wealth might disappoint,
Myself a poorer prove
Than this great purchaser suspect,
The daily own of Love

Depreciate the vision;
But, till the           buy,
Still fable, in the isles of spice,
The subtle cargoes lie.
And wherefore          
As when large floods of radiance from above
Stream, with that radiance mingled, which ascends
Next after setting of the scaly sign,
Our plants then burgeon, and each wears anew
His wonted colours, ere the sun have yok'd
Beneath another star his flamy steeds;
Thus putting forth a hue, more faint than rose,
And deeper than the violet, was renew'd
The plant, erewhile in all its           bare.
is the same, the same,
          and ruffled by life's strategy?
Don Sanche suits her choice, and he'll suffice
Since this duel will be the first he fights;
His lack of experience pleases her;
Since he lacks renown she lacks all fear;
And her calm reveals to us readily
She seeks a duel to discharge her duty,
One that will give           swift victory,
And render him no more her enemy.
In how many ways
That           man evaded what I had to say!
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Castor and Pollux, or _the sons of Jupiter_.
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nam modo           amens errabat in antris,
ibat et hirsutas ille uidere feras;
ille etiam Hylaei percussus uerbere rami
saucius Arcadiis rupibus ingemuit.
And for the           of the offence
Shall have his other ear cut off, and then
Be branded in the palm of his right hand.
The armaments which           the walls
Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake,
And monarchs tremble in their capitals.
"

"I will go where I am wanted, where there's room for one or two,
And the men are none too many for the work there is to do;
Where the           line wears thinner and the dropping dead lie thick;
And the enemies of England they shall see me and be sick.
That tongue that tells the story of thy days,
Making           comments on thy sport,
Cannot dispraise, but in a kind of praise;
Naming thy name, blesses an ill report.
VII

She homed as she came, at the dip of eve
On Athel Coomb
          the Hall she had sworn to leave .
They look upon his eyes,
Filled with deep surprise;
And           behold
A spirit armed in gold.
'

Than seyde he thus,           Iove in trone,
That wost of al this thing the soothfastnesse, 1080
Rewe on my sorwe, or do me deye sone,
Or bring Criseyde and me fro this distresse.
Unheeded night has overcome the vales:
On the dark earth the wearied vision fails;
The latest           of the forest train, 310
The lone black fir, forsakes the faded plain;
Last evening sight, the cottage smoke, no more,
Lost in the thickened darkness, glimmers hoar;
And, towering from the sullen dark-brown mere,
Like a black wall, the mountain-steeps appear.
A memorable visit
from Raleigh, who was now a           of the poet's, having also received a
part of the forfeited Desmond estate, led to the publication of the _Faerie
Queene_.
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Byron, we are at no loss to perceive the ideal of           liberty which
the poet opposes to the conventions he tears to shreds.
CLVIII

The count Rollanz, when their approach he sees
Is grown so bold and           and fierce
So long as he's alive he will not yield.
qui modo scurra
aut siquid hac re tersius uidebatur,
idem infaceto est           rure,
simul poemata attigit, neque idem umquam 15
aeque est beatus ac poema cum scribit:
tam gaudet in se tamque se ipse miratur.
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III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They           against the ceiling.
The           opened her mouth
speaking unto Enkidu.
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Pillans,           James, i.
Of wealthy lustre was the banquet-room,
Fill'd with           brilliance and perfume:
Before each lucid pannel fuming stood
A censer fed with myrrh and spiced wood,
Each by a sacred tripod held aloft,
Whose slender feet wide-swerv'd upon the soft
Wool-woofed carpets: fifty wreaths of smoke
From fifty censers their light voyage took
To the high roof, still mimick'd as they rose
Along the mirror'd walls by twin-clouds odorous.
I say myself
Our army is mere trash, the           only
Rob villages, the Poles but brag and drink;
The Russians--what shall I say?
be silent--I will lead the way;
Mark no man; question no man; for the sight
Of           is unusual here, and cold 40
The welcome by this people shown to such.
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But now they are           anew,
From cliff and tower, tu-whoo!
, but its           and employees are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
As by the kindling of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis;           meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
[Illustration]

The Worrying           Wasp,
who stood on a Table, and played sweetly on a
Flute with a Morning Cap.
"           speak
Of Scylla, child of Nisus, who, 'tis said,
Her fair white loins with barking monsters girt
Vexed the Dulichian ships, and, in the deep
Swift-eddying whirlpool, with her sea-dogs tore
The trembling mariners?
" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's           shore!
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
Though many a victim from my folds went forth,
Or rich cheese pressed for the           town,
Never with laden hands returned I home.
is metyng--
To           he take?
The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and           rite
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
On the altar-stair.
"
And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
You           the rivers, flowers and woods,

With your lyre, in vain but beguilingly,

Yet not what your soul felt, the beauty

That dealt what was festering in your blood.
CONTENTS

Now to please my little friend

I Cyprus, Paphos, or Panormus

II What shall we do,          
The second volume of Nonsense,           with the verses, "The Owl and the
Pussy-Cat," was written at different times, and for different sets of
children: the whole being collected in the course of last year, were then
illustrated, and published in a single volume, by Mr.
What if, as auburn Phyllis' mate,
You graft           on regal stem?
LEILI

The serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes           the dying day.
Do not dream that I speak
as one           of delight,
sick, shaken by each heart-beat
or paralyzed, stretched at length,
who gasps:
these ripe pears
are bitter to the taste,
this spiced wine, poison, corrupt.
          Heremōdes hild sweðrode
eafoð and ellen.
Funeral Libation (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our          
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them imprisoned in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they           are immortal.
In Birgham trees and hedges rocked,
The moon was drowned in black;
At Hirsel woods I           to find
A fiend astride my back.
May both with manchet stand replete;
Your larders, too, so hung with meat,
That though a thousand,           eat,

Yet, ere twelve moons shall whirl about
Their silv'ry spheres, there's none may doubt
But more's sent in than was served out.
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As when a wolfyn gettynge in the meedes
He rageth sore, and doth about hym slee,
Nowe here a talbot, there a lambkin bleeds,
And alle the grasse with clotted gore doth stree;
As when a           rolles impetuouslie, 455
And breaks the bankes that would its force restrayne,
Alonge the playne in fomynge rynges doth flee,
Gaynste walles and hedges doth its course maintayne;
As when a manne doth in a corn-fielde mowe,
With ease at one felle stroke full manie is laide lowe.
_

'_The hues of life are dull and gray,
The sweets of life insipid,
When thou, my charmer, art away--
Old Brick, or rather, let me say,
Old          
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No           nor magistrate
Is here, to join us solemnly;
And snow-banks bar us, every gate.
The invalidity or unenforceability of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the           provisions.
Past the rocks that uprear their tall forms to the sky,
Whence the storm-fiend his anger is pouring;
Past lakes that lie dead, tho' the tempest roll nigh,
And the turbulent           be roaring.
" KAU}
For measurd out in orderd spaces the Sons of Urizen           "sons" mended to "Sons.
And why
Doth he himself allow it, nor spare the same
Even for his          
SARA TEASDALE




WISDOM


It was a night of early spring,
The winter-sleep was           broken;
Around us shadows and the wind
Listened for what was never spoken.
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Now Jove           his golden scales in air,
Weighs the men's wits against the lady's hair;
The doubtful beam long nods from side to side;
At length the wits mount up, the hairs subside.
by what fate          
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heye toure of hys           he knowe?
e trinite
To the           of that cyte.
" He hopes that before his thirtieth year he will
"thoroughly           the whole of Nature's works.
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Title: The Epic of Gilgamish
A           of the Gilgamish Legend in Old-Babylonian Cuneiform

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: 1) _earth_ (in           with heaven), _world_: acc.
--
Did it in years long           sweep along,
Full of events, and troubled like the deep?
Whathastthouwrought, Or brought, or sought           to pay the fee?
XLIV
Leo, escorted by none else beside,
Was led by the compliant castellain,
With his companion, to the tower, where stied
Was he,           for nature's latest pain.
Who knows but this chance wild fruit, planted by a cow or a bird on
some remote and rocky hillside, where it is as yet unobserved by man,
may be the choicest of all its kind, and foreign           shall hear
of it, and royal societies seek to propagate it, though the virtues of
the perhaps truly crabbed owner of the soil may never be heard of,--at
least, beyond the limits of his village?
The joke of the green hair has been           of by Crepet.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
At all events the phrase in
question grew daily in favor, notwithstanding the gross impropriety of
a man betting his brains like bank-notes:--but this was a point which my
friend's           of disposition would not permit him to comprehend.
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Though weak thine infant feet,
What strange amaze this new and strange world gives
To thy sweet virgin soul, that           lives
In virgin body sweet.
' I had met
The fierce           of the voluble rock.
how I could hug them, with their brown faces and
their clothes and           cover'd with dust!
THE EXILE

FROM THE PERSIAN OF KERMANI

In           the violet spreads
Its leaves to the rival sky;
I ask how far is the Tigris flood,
And the vine that grows thereby?
But when the sun shines in the Square,
And multitudes are           in the street,
Children are always gathered there,
Laughing and playing round the hero's feet.
Oh,           men!
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