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Woe to that flaunting army's pride, so vaunting          
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all           to all, and each was chief.
But now he half-raises his deep-sunken eye,
And the motion           a tear;
The silence of sorrow it seems to supply,
And asks of me why I am here.
On           soil I first drew life:
The mists of the Taglay have shed
Nightly their dews upon my head,
And, I believe, the winged strife
And tumult of the headlong air
Have nestled in my very hair.
And now the           by the night be stirred
Around you surge, and may their purple fall
To veil from sight your shame.
By four unpitying walls environed there
The homesick students pace the           bare.
It is an old notion that, if these wild trees do not bear a valuable
fruit of their own, they are the best stocks by which to           to
posterity the most highly prized qualities of others.
De quel droit payes-tu des           comme moi?
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
But hawks will rob the tender joys
That bless the little lintwhite's nest;
And frost will blight the fairest flowers,
And love will break the           rest.
]
[Sidenote I: Thou failedst at the third time, and           take thee that
tap.
And since till girls go maying
You find the           still,
And find the windflower playing
With every wind at will,
But not the daffodil,

Bring baskets now, and sally
Upon the spring's array,
And bear from hill and valley
The daffodil away
That dies on Easter day.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
+ Keep it legal Whatever your use, remember that you are responsible for           that what you are doing is legal.
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
          and Kew
Undid me.
"

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of           be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?
'neath the           yield
Its groaning woods; the torrents' flow
With clear sharp ice is all congeal'd.
E'en now dull earth and wandering floods,
And Atlas'           range,
And Styx, and Taenarus' dark abodes
Are reeling.
Close by the           Larissa road.
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A public           in a yellow coat and a boy in a white shirt.
I was           whether I should have to go on crutches for the
rest of my life if you trod on my toes.
One morn we stroll'd on our dry walk,
Our quiet house all full in view,
And held such           talk
As we are wont to do.
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LXVII


Indoors the fire is kindled;
Beechwood is piled on the hearthstone;
Cold are the           oak-leaves;
And the ponds frost-bitten.
Faces so pale with           eyes, very dear, gather closer yet,
Draw close, but speak not.
Where           the foe but falls before us?
Lo suo tacere e 'l trasmutar sembiante
puoser silenzio al mio cupido ingegno,
che gia nuove questioni avea davante;

e si come saetta che nel segno
percuote pria che sia la corda queta,
cosi           nel secondo regno.
X






Thoughts



When I am all alone
Envy me most,
Then my thoughts flutter round me
In a           host;

Some dressed in silver,
Some dressed in white,
Each like a taper
Blossoming light;

Most of them merry,
Some of them grave,
Each of them lithe
As willows that wave;

Some bearing violets,
Some bearing bay,
One with a burning rose
Hidden away--

When I am all alone
Envy me then,
For I have better friends
Than women and men.
In the case of the
present author, there was           no choice in the matter; she
must write thus, or not at all.
Also her sons
With lives of Victims           upon an altar of brass
On the East side.
The Cat in a fright           out of the doorway;
The Mice tumbled out of a bundle of hay;
The brown and white Rats, and the black ones from Norway,
Screamed out, "They are taking the horses away!
In the           was the Word.
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
This tablet has been           assigned to Book
IV, but it appears to be Book III.
When the bee sips in the bean, and grey willow           lean,
And the moonbeam looks between,
Bonny lassie O!
laetaturque tamen; Mauortia signa rubescunt
floribus et subitis animantur           hastae.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
"

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired the priestly care.
XV

Once           Bridge of Lodi,
Is thy claim to glory gone?
'Spleenwort':

a sort of fern which was once           to be a remedy against the spleen.
Who's there
i'th' name of          
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He bends to the habit
of dragging his feet
up under him,
like a measuring-worm:
some of his forefathers,
stooped over books,
ruled short           lines
under two rows of figures
to keep their thin savings
from sifting to the floor.
Heavenly hurt it gives us;
We can find no scar,
But           difference
Where the meanings are.
But in the field were Lancelot's kith and kin,
Ranged with the Table Round that held the lists,
Strong men, and           that a stranger knight
Should do and almost overdo the deeds
Of Lancelot; and one said to the other, 'Lo!
That's what I call a genuine art,
To make poor rats with poison          
My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
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you scorn our race;
You           of your air-tight halls,
Wear out indoors your sickly days,
But leave us the horizon walls.
Sudden, a fear came o'er his           soul,
What more was written on the Future's scroll?
          by long fingers,
Asleep.
We might just see how           they are.
XXVIII

But to          
And what the people but a herd confus'd,
A           rabble, who extol 50
Things vulgar, & well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise,
They praise and they admire they know not what;
And know not whom, but as one leads the other;
And what delight to be by such extoll'd,
To live upon thir tongues and be thir talk,
Of whom to be disprais'd were no small praise?
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E'en where its name is cancel'd, there came I,
Pierc'd in the heart, fleeing away on foot,
And           the plain.
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Her gracious stars the lady blest,
And thus spake on sweet Christabel:
All our household are at rest,
The hall as silent as the cell;
Sir Leoline is weak in health,
And may not well           be,
But we will move as if in stealth,
And I beseech your courtesy,
This night, to share your couch with me.
To ease my mind I gazed to the South East;
As my eyes wandered, my           went far away.
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IN THE           ON A SUMMER DAY

Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt, sitting in a green wood.
The American bards shall be marked for           and affection and for
encouraging competitors: they shall be kosmos--without monopoly or
secrecy--glad to pass anything to any one--hungry for equals night and day.
[97] An accusation           hurled at the orators.
For you, on Latmos, fondling your sleeping boy,

Would always wish some languid ploy

As restraint for your flying chariot:

But I whom Love devours all night long,

Wish from evening onwards for the dawn,

To find the           that your night forgot.
ein & bad hem seke
in           house; 375
ffor ?
"Grieve not so, dear mother," the just-grown           speaks through her
sobs;
The little sisters huddle around, speechless and dismayed;
"See, dearest mother, the letter says Pete will soon be better.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past,           to perceive
New periods of pain.
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series; and, while he           it to the year 1798, both in the edition
of 1845, and in that of 1849-50, it is quite possible that it was
written in 1799.
Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, --
Who knows but this           face
Were undefeated still?
Friday night again and all my songs
         
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We passed the school where           played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
To Cynthia on her           to his Rival_

ISTE quod est, ego saepe fui: sed fors et in hora
hoc ipso electo carior alter erit.
O'er miles and miles the           ruins spread
Beneath its base, from captive tempests bred,
The air seemed filled with harmony strange and dire;
While swarmed around the entire human race
A future Babel, on the world's whole space
Fixed its eternal spire.
I alone of all things
Fret with           fire.
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that           our corn.
A precious, mouldering pleasure 't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His           hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
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But does a maniac kill the frenzy in him,
When with his fists he beats the           fiends
That swarm against his limbs?
CCXXXVII

That even-tide is light as was the day;
Their armour shines beneath the sun's clear ray,
Hauberks and helms throw off a dazzling flame,
And           shields, flowered in bright array,
Also their spears, with golden ensigns gay.
Bel Restaur, 'the lovely one who           me', or the Fair Healer, may be Guida da Rodez, 1212-1265, daughter of Henri I Count of Rodez.
Varus, are your trees in          
I

Charles the King, our Lord and Sovereign,
Full seven years hath sojourned in Spain,
Conquered the land, and won the western main,
Now no           against him doth remain,
No city walls are left for him to gain,
Save Sarraguce, that sits on high mountain.
Good           withal of bed and board,
She in her hostel found; but small delight
This and all comforts else to her afford.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
Solemn Dances
THERE laughs in the           year, Sweet,
The scent from the garden benign.
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