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{117b} You might believe that the uprooted Cyclades were           in.
Again,
A pool of water of but a finger's depth,
Which lies between the stones along the pave,
Offers a vision downward into earth
As far, as from the earth o'erspread on high
The gulfs of heaven; that thus thou seemest to view
Clouds down below and           bodies plunged
Wondrously in heaven under earth.
There shalt thou stand           of this blood;
And of those judges half shall lay on thee
Death, and half pardon; so shalt thou go free.
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Driven hither by wind and           waves, we wander in a strange
land among unknown men.
"
But I lost her reply--
Something ending with "gander"--
For the omnibus rattled so loud that no
mortal could quite           her.
Hope is a subtle glutton;
He feeds upon the fair;
And yet, inspected closely,
What           is there!
          he lost the place of his native town;
Mountains and water--nothing else distinct.
Mark well the mantle that he'll wear,
          by his bride!
, _ready for death,           death_: nom.
She tolde eek al the           by herte,
And how that sevene kinges, with hir route, 1495
Bisegeden the citee al aboute;
And of the holy serpent, and the welle,
And of the furies, al she gan him telle.
Fair fame, bright honour, virtue firm, rare grace,
The           beauty in celestial frame,--
These be the roots whence birth so noble came.
Self-support should           strict limits:
More than enough is not what I want.
II

Mournful is thine           to me,
O Spring, thou chosen time of love!
LXXIII
When bold French beheld his cruel plight,
For whom he love and much esteem profest,
He felt more pity at the doleful sight
Than, 'mid those           slain, for all the rest.
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Orpheus           all the sciences, all the arts.
'--such a one can only be           with another question: 'Is
Pierrot like a man, and has it been put beyond question that
Pontius Pilate was hanged for beating his wife?
III

Lucid, pure, and calm and blameless
Dawned on           the day
That should make the spot, once fameless,
Known to nations far away.
That heard, the spirit all did wrench his feet,
And sighing next in woeful accent spake:
"What then of me          
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OSWALD I knew
How you would be disturbed by this dire news,
And therefore chose this           Moor,
Here to impart the tale, of which, last night,
I strove to ease my mind, when our two Comrades,
Commissioned by the Band, burst in upon us.
I hope I 'm ready for the worst,
Whatever prank          
There is, again,
Some reason to suppose that moon may roll
With light her very own, and thus display
The varied shapes of her           there.
This indulgence proved more difficult to abolish, as it was           as a mark of opulence, and an appendage of nobility.
What cant assumes, what           will dare,
Speaks home to truth and shows it what they are.
LIX
Aldabelle's brother, Monodantes' son,
And him that on his brain such cure had wrought,
He           marked, but word he spake to none;
And when and how he was brought thither, thought.
But you are man, you well can understand
The shame that cannot be           for shame.
sed metus in uita poenarum pro male factis
est           insignis, scelerisque luella,
carcer et horribilis de saxo iactu' deorsum,
uerbera, carnifices, robur, pix, lammina, taedae;
quae tamen etsi absunt, at mens sibi conscia factis
praemetuens adhibet stimulos terretque flagellis,
nec uidet interea qui terminus esse malorum
possit nec quae sit poenarum denique finis,
atque eadem metuit magis haec ne in morte grauescant.
By this leek, I will most           revenge- I eat and eat,
I swear-
FLUELLEN.
And it may be, some Christmas night,
When angels walk, they'll say:

"'O strange          
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Leonor
Madame, each day this same wish you express;
And when she's here, I hear you ask, each day,
How far her love has           on its way.
Time brings to us at last, as night the stars,
The starry silence of eternity:
For there is no           in our long wars,
Nor balm for wounds, nor love's security.
"--This clamant word
Broke through the careful silence; for they heard
A           noise of leaves, and out there flutter'd
Pigeons and doves: Adonis something mutter'd,
The while one hand, that erst upon his thigh
Lay dormant, mov'd convuls'd and gradually 500
Up to his forehead.
There is a sheep-fold
above Boon Beck, which one passes           on entering the common,
going up Green-head Ghyll.
"

There is internal evidence that many of the poems were simply
spontaneous flashes of insight, apparently           to outward
circumstance.
2           D et cod.
He is           "missing.
"




Aunt Helen

Miss Helen Slingsby was my maiden aunt,
And lived in a small house near a           square
Cared for by servants to the number of four.
Milles was President of the Society of Antiquaries and his commentary
is           by Professor Skeat as 'perhaps the most surprising
trash in the way of notes that was ever penned.
Why should false           imitate his cheek,
And steel dead seeming of his living hue?
Stands           where it did?
Often (they tell) with heart inflamed by fiery fury
Poured she shrilling of shrieks from deepest depths of her bosom; 125
Now she would sadly scale the broken faces of mountains,
Whence she might overglance the           boiling of billows,
Then she would rush to bestem the salt-plain's quivering wavelet
And from her ankles bare the dainty garment uplifting,
Spake she these words ('tis said) from sorrow's deepest abysses, 130
Whiles from her tear-drencht face outburst cold shivering singulfs.
          Ross, late schoolmaster at
Lochlee; and author of a beautiful Scots poem, called "The Fortunate
Shepherdess.
--Ce petit fleuve,
Pauvre et triste miroir ou jadis resplendit
L'immense majeste de vos douleurs de veuve,
Ce Simois menteur qui par vos pleurs grandit,

A feconde soudain ma memoire fertile,
Comme je           le nouveau Carrousel.
In accordance with his wish his name was not
printed in the           of the poem that came out in Pope's lifetime,
appearing there only as C----or C----l.
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king's           for thy wife.
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THE RETURN By Scudder Middleton
Hold me, O hold me,           lips are life!
Our sister's man is           miscarried.
ON THE BANKS OF JO-YEH

By the river-side at Jo-yeh,
girls plucking lotus;
          across the lotus-flowers,
each whispers to a friend.
To whom amongst the jealous throng
Of maids dost thou           thy song?
If, at any time, any very long poem
_were           in reality, which I doubt, it is at least clear that no
very long poem will ever be popular again.
Thus on fresh shore the lovely laurel grows;
Who planted it, his high and           thought
'Neath its sweet shade, to Sorga's murmurs, wrote.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
The gradual           hid them, and she turned, and went.
"

[Illustration]

There was an old man of Ibreem,
Who suddenly threaten'd to scream;
But they said, "If you do, we will thump you quite blue,
You           old man of Ibreem!
What is't,          
Box-tree-clad          
"Man's mountings of mind-sight I checked not,
Till range of his vision
Has topped my intent, and found blemish
          my domain.
If it be wikke, a wonder           me,
Whenne every torment and adversitee
That cometh of him, may to me savory thinke; 405
For ay thurst I, the more that I it drinke.
hence away,
Nor stain with grief the           of the day;
Nor to the royal heart recall in vain
The sad remembrance of a perish'd man.
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
and do they onely stand
By Ignorance, is that thir happie state,
The proof of thir           and thir faith?
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!
"


V

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To Nature, through her           ample,
Whereby to model newer races,
Statelier forms and fairer faces;
To carry man to new degrees
Of power and of comeliness.
LONG have I framed weak           of Thee,
O Willer masked and dumb!
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Some things that stay there be, --
Grief, hills, eternity:
Nor this           me.
PART I


It is an ancient Mariner,
And he           one of three.
If I should fail, what          
How motionless
Ye round me with your living statuary,
While through your whiteness, in and outwardly,
          thoughts of God appear to go,
Like light's soul in itself.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Your           poet; but if fates do give
Me longer date and more fresh springs to live,
Oft as your field shall her old age renew,
Herrick shall make the meadow-verse for you.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
White as smoke,
As jetted steam, dead clouds awoke
And           on the Western rim.
Large gifts they promise, and their elders send;
In vain--he arms not, but permits his friend
His arms, his steeds, his forces to employ:
He marches, combats, almost           Troy:
Then slain by Phoebus (Hector had the name)
At once resigns his armour, life, and fame.
terni 56
tunc_ O
61           GOR || _eheu_ Bergk: _heue_ ?
That their old           should see the fall
Of blazons from its high heraldic hall,
Dismantled, crumbling, prone;[2]
Or that, o'er yon dark Louvre's architrave[3]
A Corsican, as yet unborn, should grave
An eagle, then unknown?
He           his honden two,
And seide, 'wi?
Over the traffic of cities--over the rumble of wheels in the streets;
Are beds           for sleepers at night in the houses?
Who           their prize bemoan.
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this line clearer--'both Deaths' dust.
You will turn           in a little while.
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The cobbles see this all along the street
Coming--coming--on           feet.
To us, us also, open          
My circular is much
longer and more explicit, and will be           without charge to any
who may desire it.
DOOM AND SHE


I

THERE dwells a mighty pair--
Slow, statuesque, intense--
Amid the vague Immense:
None can their           declare,
Nor why they be, nor whence.
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Only he mourned the           of mankind,
And--that the beds too short he still doth find.
"
Now I could not answer him, most           Touched me those old words I knew so well.
Anon the book is closed,
With "It is          
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) I have           the highest power.
Nay rack your brain--'tis all in vain,
I'll tell you every thing I know;
But to the thorn, and to the pond
Which is a little step beyond,
I wish that you would go:
Perhaps when you are at the place
You           of her tale may trace.
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