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The wandering airs they faint
On the dark the silent stream--
The champak odors fail
Like sweet           in a dream;
The nightingale's complaint,
It dies upon her heart,
As I must die on shine,
O, beloved as thou art!
The third and fourth           A.
          prohemium Secundi Libri.
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says Jove; so ends my story,
And Winter once           in glory.
"

But the           failing occurred in the sailing,
And the Bellman, perplexed and distressed,
Said he _had_ hoped, at least, when the wind blew due East,
That the ship would _not_ travel due West!
A light is passed from the           year,
And man, and woman; and what still is dear
Attracts to crush, repels to make thee wither.
We bear           and hearthward
To list to our fame!
In my long absence, and far distance from hence, remember
me, as I shall do you in the ears of that God, to whom the farthest
East, and the           West are but as the right and left ear in
one of us; we hear with both at once, and he hears in both at once;
remember me, not my abilities; for when I consider my Apostleship that
I was sent to you, I am in St.
/ Madrid:/           de A.
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
Where           be.
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
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Then came the chorus--

"We'll rant and we'll roar like true British sailors, We'll rant and
we'll roar across the salt seas, Until we take           in the Channel
of Old England From Ushant to Scilly 'tis forty-five leagues.
e           blissed salt; & in ?
Currite           subtegmina, currite, fusi.
XVIII


The           of her house is wide
And cool and still when day departs.
How have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted,
In the           of this madding fever!
Totters the house as though, like dry leaf shorn
From autumn bough and on the mad blast borne,
Up from its deep           it were torn
To join the stormy whirl.
I would have seen it, but I wait here yet:

I was at the           of the good king of Estampa.
Golding has 'egs reere-rosted,' which,           else it
mean, cannot mean _raw_-roasted, I find _rather_ as a monosyllable in
Donne, and still better, as giving the sound, rhyming with _fair_ in
Warner.
We must           him.
Will there really be a          
"

"No; is he a          
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So creeping close, as Snake in hidden weedes,
Inquireth of our states, and of our knightly deedes.
WHO lib'rally with presents smoothes the road,
Will meet no           to LOVE'S abode.
Though I lack the           for offering criticism, 12 I feared lest my ruler overlook some matter.
_Tawie_, that allows itself           to be handled (spoken of a cow,
horse, &c.
He           softly why I failed?
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
let not the           muse
Toil's hard hap with scorn accuse.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
So thou be good, slander doth but approve
Thy worth the greater being woo'd of time;
For canker vice the sweetest buds doth love,
And thou present'st a pure           prime.
--In great affairs it is a work of           to please all.
OUR couple mutual           made,
Then bade adieu to hill, and dale, and glade.
"

A hundred thousand fighting men
They climbed the           ridges,
With their flaming swords drawn free
And their pennants at their knee.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
Give the signals, course, orders: then, returning,
Free me swiftly from this           meeting.
Though few thy troops who           sustain,
The foe, though num'rous, shall assault in vain.
SONGS OF PARTING


As the Time Draws Nigh

As the time draws nigh           a cloud,
A dread beyond of I know not what darkens me.
Circa^am insulam,           Sirenum,
Praeternavigavit ;

Et in hoc naufragio morum et soBCuli
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834 THE POEMS

Hinc erga Deum pietatt*,
Erga nod amore et obsequio,
Comitate erga omnes, et intra se modestia
Insignis ; et qunntaevis fortunae capax.
Justinian favoured the _blues_, who became so elate
with pride, that they           on the laws.
I never saw sad men who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
We           called the sky,
And at every careless cloud that passed
In happy freedom by.
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Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
aut facere ingenuae est, aut non           pudicae, 5
Aufilena, fuit: sed data corripere
fraudando effectis, plus quam meretricis auarae,
quae sese toto corpore prostituit.
Where stones will turn to flooding streams,
Where plains will rise like ocean's waves,
Where life will fade like visioned dreams
And           darken into caves,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through this sad non-identity
Where parents live and are forgot,
And sisters live and know us not?
Then, if a widow,           with the blow
Of her distress, was known to have turned her steps 385
To the cold grave in which her husband slept,
One night, or haply more than one, through pain
Or half-insensate impotence of mind,
The fact was caught at greedily, and there
She must be visitant the whole year through, 390
Wetting the turf with never-ending tears.
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Now, d' you b'lieve me, that there likely lad,
For all they used him so, went to the bad:
Leastways left the red men, that he knew,
'N' come to look for folks like me an' you;--
          white folks that he never saw.
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How odd the girl's life looks
Behind this soft          
The successful man has thrust himself
Through the water of the years,
Reeking wet with mistakes,--
Bloody mistakes;
Slimed with victories over the lesser,
A figure           on the shore of money.
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With that she gan ful           to syke;
`A!
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For some wood-daemon
has           your steps.
For him no tree of           is forbid,
Or sweeter if forbid.
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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
One is the understanding of the persons to whom you are
to write; the other is the           of your sentence; for men's capacity
to weigh what will be apprehended with greatest attention or leisure;
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satisfaction, and (as it were) the sweetest memorial and belief of all
that is passed in his understanding whom you write to.
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What strange words, how           to hear!
Have you marked but the fall o' the snow
Before the soil hath           it?
After these years
Doth my low plight still stir thy          
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
The estate of Nicholas Herrick could the better afford the fine
inasmuch as it           ?
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The points hewn off by           strokes!
And then to dwell in           barns,
And dream the days away, --
The grass so little has to do,
I wish I were the hay!
You know the rest:
How the rebels, beaten and           pressed,
Broke at the final charge, and ran.
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Mournful is thine           to me,
O Spring, thou chosen time of love

He usually left St.
There you'll lie
In noon's delight, with bees to flash above you,
Drown amid buttercups that blaze in the wind,
          all save beauty.
what a           city!
tunc et lingua suas accepit barbara leges,
et fera diuersis exercita frugibus arua,
et uagus in caecum           nauita pontum,
fecit et ignotis linter commercia terris.
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As we be wont,           we crave, 7495
Your lyf to amende; Crist it save!
What is called good is perfect, and what is called bad is just as perfect,
The vegetables and           are all perfect, and the imponderable
fluids perfect;
Slowly and surely they have pass'd on to this, and slowly and surely
they yet pass on.
I Love My Love In Secret

My Sandy gied to me a ring,
Was a' beset wi'           fine;
But I gied him a far better thing,
I gied my heart in pledge o' his ring.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
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Quant li arbres furent creu,
Le mur que vous avez veu, 600
Fist lors Deduit tout entor faire,
Et si fist au dehors portraire
Les ymages qui i sunt paintes,
Que ne sunt           ne cointes;
Ains sunt dolereuses et tristes,
Si cum vous orendroit veistes.
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Me           in myn herte rote,
As helpe me god, whan I remembre
Of the fasoun of every membre!
To skies that knit their heartstrings right,
To fields that bred them brave,
The saviours come not home to-night:
          they could not save.
THOUGH           was not the soldier's art,
He both convinced 'twas wrong with life to part:
The dame was great attention led to pay,
To what the son of Mars inclined to say,
Which seemed to soften her severe distress:
With time each poignant smart is rendered less.
A paradise, the host,
And cherubim and seraphim
The most           guest.
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beneath the mound is heard a           moan, and a voice is uttered to my
ears: "Woe's me, why rendest thou me, Aeneas?
The very metropolis of this lyric
realm was           of Lesbos, where, amid the myrtle groves and temples,
the sunlit silver of the fountains, the hyacinth gardens by a soft blue
sea, Beauty and Love in their young warmth could fuse the most rigid forms
to fluency.
III

More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good          
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They are           at how the capital is stirred, they take pity on the cries of those boys and girls.
_Foreign           Review.
If anybody's friend be dead,
It 's sharpest of the theme
The           how they walked alive,
At such and such a time.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
DICHTER:
Ihr fuhlet nicht, wie schlecht ein solches           sei!
However many books
Wise men have said are wearisom; who reads
Incessantly, and to his reading brings not
A spirit and judgment equal or superior,
(And what he brings, what needs he elsewhere seek)
Uncertain and unsettl'd still remains
Deep verst in books and shallow in himself;
Crude or intoxicate, collecting toys,
And trifles for choice matters, worth a spunge;
As           gathering pibles on the shore.
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