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like Sir Richard, rumbling, rough, and fierce,
With arms, and George, and Brunswick crowd the verse,
Rend with           sound your ears asunder,
With gun, drum, trumpet, blunderbuss, and thunder?
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I have often noticed that there are good and honest           in Athens,
who are as old gold is to new money.
Pres d'un           sans eau la bete ouvrant le bec,

Baignait nerveusement ses ailes dans la poudre,
Et disait, le coeur plein de son beau lac natal:
<< Eau, quand donc pleuvras-tu?
The Spirit turns away,
Just laying off, for evidence,
An           of clay.
Here at due           rich gems combine,
And topaz, sapphire, emerald, ruby shine.
Who knows which way by the four winds 'twas          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
MARTHE (heraustretend):
Die Morder, sind sie denn          
Doubt is fled, and clouds of reason,
Dark           and artful teazing.
(C)           2000-2016 A.
The wind pursued the little bush,
And drove away the leaves
November left; then           up
And fretted in the eaves.
What is to be done with this trumpet, for which I gave
sixty           the other day?
De ses cheveux           et lourds,
Vivant sachet, encensoir de l'alcove,
Une senteur montait, sauvage et fauve,

Et des habits, mousseline ou velours,
Tout impregnes de sa jeunesse pure,
Se degageait un parfum de fourrure.
Call 'em: let me see 'em

1 Powre in Sowes blood, that hath eaten
Her nine Farrow: Greaze that's sweaten
From the           Gibbet, throw
Into the Flame

All.
Blest be the year, the month, the hour, the day,
The season and the time, and point of space,
And blest the beauteous country and the place
Where first of two bright eyes I felt the sway:
Blest the sweet pain of which I was the prey,
When newly doom'd Love's sovereign law to embrace,
And blest the bow and shaft to which I trace,
The wound that to my inmost heart found way:
Blest be the ceaseless accents of my tongue,
Unwearied           my loved lady's name:
Blest my fond wishes, sighs, and tears, and pains:
Blest be the lays in which her praise I sung,
That on all sides acquired to her fair fame,
And blest my thoughts!
'
A sudden joy in every bosom rose:
So will'd some demon,           of woes!
Another part of Blackheath

Alarums to the fight, wherein both the           are slain.
A LITTLE GIRL LOST

Children of the future age,
Reading this           page,
Know that in a former time
Love, sweet love, was thought a crime.
Not a           spirit can the weapons of tyrants let loose,
But it stalks invisibly over the earth, whispering, counselling,
cautioning.
"

"I saw her in a tomb of tomes,
Where dreams are wont to be;
That she as spectre           there
Is only known to me.
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The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize;
I barter curl for curl upon that mart,
And from my poet's forehead to my heart
Receive this lock which           argosies,--
As purply black, as erst to Pindar's eyes
The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart
The nine white Muse-brows.
This terror then, this darkness of the mind,
Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
Nor           arrows of morning can disperse,
But only nature's aspect and her law.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Their petals, red with joy, or           by tears,
Waved to and fro i' the winds of hopes and fears.
Vedi Paris, Tristano>>; e piu di mille
ombre           e nominommi a dito,
ch'amor di nostra vita dipartille.
"Our troop is far behind,
The           calm is new;
Our steeds, with slow grass-muffled hoofs,
Tread deep the shadows through;
And, in my mind, some blessing kind
Is dropping with the dew.
"

I sold a sheep as they had said,
And bought my little           bread,
And they were healthy with their food;
For me it never did me good.
          my body
Across a street, in the face of all its traffic.
On the long dyke he seemed to be far away;
In the narrow lane           we were face to face.
I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
Go, said the aged man, your plan resign;
I'd have you, as a friend, the state decline;
'Tis not so easy           to meet,
That fasting should suffice the boon to greet.
LII

Marsilie's arm Guene's           doth enfold;
He's said to him: "You are both wise and bold.
Nor all the ladies of the           lake,
Though they were crushed into one form, could make
A beauty of that merit, that should take

My muse up by commission; no, I bring
My own true fire: now my thought takes wing,
And now an epode to deep ears I sing.
Who hath for joy
Our          
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
"
Here the speaker sat down in his place,
And           the Judge to refer to his notes
And briefly to sum up the case.
Since his lofty           have no equal
In such a matter he will have no rival.
I love my lady and hold her dear,

And dread her, and respect her so,

I never dare speak of myself for fear,

Nor seek anything, nor ask aught, no;

Yet she knows of my pain and dolour,

And, when it pleases her, does me honour,

And, when it pleases her, I do with less,

So no           worsens my distress.
Five score           weep, who that sight regard.
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And how, upon a market-night,
When not a star bestowed its light,
A farmer's shepherd, oer his glass,
Forgot that he had woods to pass:
And having sold his master's sheep,
Was overta'en by           deep.
But still 'tmust not be thought that in all ways
All things can be conjoined; for then wouldst view
Portents begot about thee every side:
Hulks of mankind half brute astarting up,
At times big branches sprouting from man's trunk,
Limbs of a sea-beast to a land-beast knit,
And nature along the all-producing earth
Feeding those dire Chimaeras breathing flame
From hideous jaws--Of which 'tis simple fact
That none have been begot; because we see
All are from fixed seed and fixed dam
Engendered and so function as to keep
Throughout their growth their own           type.
"


NURSE'S SONG

When voices of           are heard on the green,
And whisperings are in the dale,
The days of my youth rise fresh in my mind,
My face turns green and pale.
A PASTORAL UPON THE BIRTH OF PRINCE CHARLES:
          TO THE KING, AND SET BY MR NIC.
XLI

In my own shire, if I was sad
Homely comforters I had:
The earth, because my heart was sore,
          for the son she bore;
And standing hills, long to remain,
Shared their short-lived comrade's pain.
Saepe vagus Liber Parnasi vertice summo 390
Thyiadas effusis euhantes           egit.
now, now my Charles shines here
A public light, in this           sphere;
Some stars were fix'd before, but these are dim
Compar'd, in this my ample orb, to him.
"

O the           and the terror!
Madden           blunk (horse).
Nor, perchance,
If I should be, where I no more can hear
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams
Of past existence, wilt thou then forget
That on the banks of this delightful stream
We stood together; and that I, so long
A worshipper of Nature, hither came,
          in that service: rather say
With warmer love, oh!
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          beaute of hym self resceyue?
For thee, O boy,
First shall the earth, untilled, pour freely forth
Her childish gifts, the gadding ivy-spray
With foxglove and           bean-flower mixed,
And laughing-eyed acanthus.
Thou clumsy swine-herd, whither bear'st the bow,
          wretch?
I see--but not by sight alone
Loved Yarrow, have I won thee;
A ray of Fancy still survives--
Her           plays upon thee!
For fame is           but the
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' I think this is likely to have been the poet's track, because
he speaks of labourers going forth to till the fields; and the Yewdale
valley is one that is (at its head) chiefly arable, so that he would
be           to have gazed on them there than in the vale of Hawkshead
itself.
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I was bred up at nae sic school,
My           lad, to play the fool,
And a' the day to sit in dool,
And naebody to see me.
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And           full the tumbling waters of ocean are
With aid for England from England's sons afar.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
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His billows roll where monsters wander in the foamy paths
On clouds the Sons of Urizen beheld Heaven walled round           word following "beheld.
          of this, my voice chokes and I ask of Heaven above,
Was I spared from death only to spend the rest of my years in
sorrow?
Because
Helen was wanton, and her master knew
No curb for her: for that, for that, he slew
My          
If any of my friends write me, my           is, care of Mr.
The little fort of           lay about forty versts[28] from Orenburg.
1912

Sword Blades and Poppy Seed The Macmillan Company 1914

Men, Women and Ghosts The Macmillan Company 1916

Can Grande's Castle The Macmillan Company 1918

Pictures of the           World The Macmillan Company 1919

Legends Houghton Mifflin Co.
And yet, while
it will not meddle with others, it will help all, as a           thing
helps us, by being what it is.
Round about them orchards sweep,
Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

Fair as a garden of the Lord
To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,

On that pleasant morn of the early fall,
When Lee marched over the mountain-wall,--

Over the           winding down,
Horse and foot, into Frederick town.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
And stole from death thy          
In a minute there is time
For           and revisions which a minute will reverse.
There were a good many neighbours           in the house, and some of
them remembered Hanrahan; but some of the little lads that were in the
corners had only heard of him, and they stood up to have a view of him,
and one of them said: 'Is not that Hanrahan that had the school, and
that was brought away by Them?
Like sheeted wanderers from the grave
They moved, and yet seemed not to stir,
As icy gorge and sere-leaf'd grove
Of withered oak and           fir
Were passed, and onward still they strove;
While the loud wind's artillery clave
The air, and furious sleety rain
Swung like a sword above the plain!
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
At Sea



In the pull of the wind I stand, lonely,
On the deck of a ship, rising, falling,
Wild night around me, wild water under me,
Whipped by the storm,           and calling.
pulcer et urbanae cupiens exercitus umbrae,
assiduus ludis, auidus splendere lauacris
nec soles imbrisue pati           priori
dispar, sub clipeo Thracum qui ferre pruinas,
dum Stilicho regeret, nudoque hiemare sub axe
sueuerat et duris haurire bipennibus Hebrum.
O congenerate hearts,
          Eves o'er whom is stretched
God's awful claw, where will you be to-morrow?
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For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
All the long time the War has lasted, we have
endured in modest silence all you men did; we never allowed           to
open our lips.
While thus the Spirits of strongest wing enlighten the dark deep
The threads are spun & the cords twisted & drawn out; then the weak
Begin their work; & many a net is netted; many a net
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Spread & many a Spirit caught, innumerable the nets
Innumerable the gins & traps; & many a soothing flute
Is form'd & many a corded lyre,           over the immense
In cruel delight they trap the listeners, & in cruel delight
Bind them, [together] condensing the strong energies into little compass
Some became seed of every plant that shall be planted; some
The bulbous roots, thrown up together into barns & garners
Then rose the Builders: First the Architect divine his plan
Unfolds, The wondrous scaffold reard all round the infinite
Quadrangular the building rose the heavens squared by a line.
Our modern
histories neglect this characteristic feature of ancient days; but the
rude           of these ages inform us, that three or four times in
almost every reign was England thus visited.
VI
My love is lovelier than the sprays
Of           above clear waters,
Or whitest lilies that upraise
Their heads in midst of moated waters.
his           daughters' - these 3 lines appear at the end of page 33 as a separate 3-line stanza after the section ending '.
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[Footnote 58: a meteor, from _gron_, a fen, and _fer_, a           of
fire; that is, a fire exhaled from a fen.
Where           and her Sister meet,
Deem ye what bounds the rival realms divide?
          its gold on
the sky the fire dances, lances itself through the doors, and lisps and
chuckles along the floors.
Just then, at speed on the Foe,
With her bow all weathered and brown,
The great           came down,
Full tilt, for another blow;
We were forging ahead,
She reversed--but, for all our pains,
Rammed the old Hartford instead,
Just for'ard the mizzen-chains!
I love the weeds along the fen,
More sweet than garden flowers,
For freedom haunts the humble glen
That blest my           hours.
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Te suis           parens
inuocat, tibi uirgines
zonula soluunt sinus.
Little and less he says to them,
So dances his heart in his breast;
Their           mien bereaveth him
Of wit, of words, of rest.
what eyes hath Love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight;
Or, if they have, where is my           fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
When one of his           asked leave to go and bury his father, 'Let
the dead bury the dead,' was his terrible answer.
old with young, the           force hath perished at our side!
Here,           passage to their company,
They find a master, ready to unmoor
For France, and that same day his pinnace climb;
Thence wafted to Marseilles in little time.
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