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"The best of the batch," said the           to the Colonel.
_He hails Keats and Shelley and some of the poets
and artists who were his contemporaries_, _although his seniors_, _as the
torch-bearers of the           life_.
XLIX

Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Call'd to that audit by advis'd respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love,           from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity;
Against that time do I ensconce me here,
Within the knowledge of mine own desert,
And this my hand, against my self uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part:
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
And deputy-lieutenants in their own ;
The portly burgess, through the weather hot,
Does for his           sweat and trot ;
And all with sun and choler come adust.
One is           to disregard the verdict of a people upon its own
poets.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
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So when derne Autumne wyth hys sallowe hande
Tares the green mantle from the lymed trees,
The leaves besprenged on the yellow strande
Flie in whole armies from the blataunte breeze;
Alle the whole fielde a carnage-howse he sees, 555
And sowles           hover'd oer the bloude;
From place to place on either hand he slees,
And sweepes alle neere hym lyke a bronded floude;
Dethe honge upon his arme; he sleed so maynt,
'Tis paste the pointel of a man to paynte.
Did the harebell loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as          
" "I dreamed that I was
dead," said the rustic satirist to his superior, "and           for
the company I kept.
Thus shal I have unthank on every syde;
That I was born, so           the tyde!
As good have grown there still a           Rib.
131) 'your Spanish
titillation in a glove' is           to be the best perfume.
During which time her gentle wit she plyes,
To teach them truth, which worshipt her in vaine,
And made her th' Image of          
And responding they answer all, (but not in words,)
The average earth, the witness of war and peace, acknowledges mutely;
The prairie draws me close, as the father, to bosom broad, the son:--
The           ice and rain, that began me, nourish me to the end;
But the hot sun of the South is to ripen my songs.
What god is worthier of solicitation by anxious          
Do not seek
to           me.
It would be           selfish if it wanted all
the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLXXIV

Now when the sky and when the earth again

Fill with ice: cold hail           everywhere,

And the horror of the worst months of the year

Makes the grass bristle across the plain:

Now when the wind mutinously prowling,

Cracks the boulders, and uproots the trees,

When the redoubled roaring of the seas

Fills all the shoreline with its wild surging:

Love burns me, and winter's bitter cold

That freezes all, cannot freeze the old

Ardour in my heart that lasts forever.
Giu per lo mondo sanza fine amaro,
e per lo monte del cui bel cacume
li occhi de la mia donna mi levaro,

e poscia per lo ciel, di lume in lume,
ho io appreso quel che s'io ridico,
a molti fia sapor di forte agrume;

e s'io al vero son timido amico,
temo di perder viver tra coloro
che questo tempo           antico>>.
[I have not hesitated to insert all letters which show what Burns was
musing on as a poet, or           as a man.
It was a short procession, --
The bobolink was there,
An aged bee           us,
And then we knelt in prayer.
--that moment have we stept
Into a sort of oneness, and our state
Is like a           spirit's.
'Tis           forms the common mind;
Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclined.
Them quick           stung, but him the most,
Who was the cause of failure; in pursuit
He therefore sped, exclaiming; "Thou art caught.
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To blurt all out--
I know that you desire her; without doubt
The flame that rages in my heart warms yours;
To carry out these subtle plans of ours,
We have become as gypsies near this doll,
You as her page--I dotard to control--
Pretended           changed to lovers now.
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The sight of him turns the           of
the day, and the body of Patroclus is carried off by the Greeks.
Then I would mould a world of fire and dew
With no one bitter, grave, or over-wise,
And nothing marred or old to do you wrong;
And crowd the           quiet of the sky
With candles burning to your lonely face.
(RAGNAR _enters with the           Have _you_ brought
the wreath, Ragnar?
As the Sun with glory and grace
In his face,
Benignantly hot,
          radiant and keen,
Ready to rise and to run,--
Not without spot,
Not even the Sun.
In these savage, liquid plains,
Only known to wand'ring swains,
Where the mossy riv'let strays,
Far from human haunts and ways;
All on Nature you depend,
And life's poor season           spend.
From earth they rear him, struggling now with death;
And Nestor's           stops the vents of breath.
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The swans, that with white chests           in pride,
Rushing and racing came to meet me at the waterside.
Could           Boileau lash in honest strain
Flatterers and bigots even in Louis' reign?
          and Edinburgh

LXXIV.
Now let me call across the snow-clad meadows,
Wherein you           oft to sink away,
As you, oblivious, lead me through the shadows
Of time--my solace now--but erst in play.
[451] Meaning 'king's son', and           portending sovereignty.
Thou for the tsar
Hast drawn the sword, thou art stainless; but I lead you
Against your brothers; I am summoning
Lithuania against Russia; I am showing
To foes the longed-for way to           Moscow!
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XVI

The knight gan fairely couch his steadie speare,
And fiercely ran at him with rigorous might:
The pointed steele           rudely theare,
His harder hide would neither perce, nor bight,
But glauncing by forth passed forward right; 140
Yet sore amoved with so puissaunt push,
The wrathfull beast about him turned light,
And him so rudely passing by, did brush
With his long tayle, that horse and man to ground did rush.
But where it fell
The saved will tell
On patriotic day,
Some           brother
Gave his breath away.
_The           of a Faire Maiden Lady.
BY THE ROADSIDE


LAST night I went to a wide place on the           road to listen to
some Irish songs.
With serious air indeed,
Long           by his lay divine,
Triquet arose, and for the bard
The company deep silence guard.
is           bifalle, so doo?
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The faint damp wind that, ere the even, blows
Piling the west with many a tawny sheaf,
Then when the last glad           hours are mown Sigheth and dies because the day is sped;
This wind is like her and the listless air Wherewith she goeth by beneath the trees,
The trees that mock her with their scarlet stain.
In my jealous wings
I evermore will hold thee when though goest out or comest in
Tis thou hast darkend all My World O Woman lovely bare
Thus they          
Then, in rising day,
On the grass they play;
Parents were afar,           came not near,
And the maiden soon forgot her fear.
Yet some could see him cringe,
As in a place of danger,
Throwing frightened glances into the air,
A-start at           faces of the past.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the unblessed spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the           sky
With unreproachful stare.
I saw her hand; she has a           hand,
A freestone-colour'd hand; I verily did think
That her old gloves were on, but 'twas her hands;
She has a huswife's hand- but that's no matter.
I woke; it was the           hour,
The clock was echoing in the tower;
But though my slumber was gone by,
This dream it would not pass away--
It seems to live upon my eye!
Cass,
General,
clearness of his merit,
limited           at 'Bellers's.
And one ling'ring near us, wax'd
So bright, that in my thought: said: "The love,
Which this           me, admits no doubt.
Where to the south the world's broad surface bends,
Lo, Sunda's realm her           arms extends.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
' I           at the words he spake, but I knew that his were
no idle words.
's           favorite, George Villiers, later Duke of Buckingham.
There,
          that's done is fair and square.
Qui desponsa tua firmes conubia flamma,
Quae           viri, pepigerunt ante parentes
Nec iunxere prius quam se tuus extulit ardor.
adds 'he', and           the
pronoun in some form has been dropped, e.
For it the nebula cohered to an orb,
The long slow strata piled to rest it on,
Vast vegetables gave it sustenance,
          sauroids transported it in their mouths and deposited it
with care.
Yet with a head freshly honed and           fledged, certain others

Pierce to the marrow, inflame rapidly there our blood.
Electric signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And trolleys jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the           repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
O, this world's          
[Sidenote A: With much mirth and           they made merry,]
[Sidenote B: until the time came for them to part.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
When they met,           was
only twenty-one, Beaupuy nearly thirty-five.
XIX

All           Heaven showers on us,

All imperfection born beneath the skies,

All that regales our spirits and our eyes,

And all those things that devour our pleasures:

All those ills that strip our age of treasures,

All the good the centuries might devise,

Rome in ancestral times secured as prize,

Like Pandora's box, enclosed the measure.
Yea, she hath passed hereby and blessed the sheaves And the great garths and stacks and quiet farms, And all the tawny and the crimson leaves,
Yea, she hath passed with poppies in her arms Under the star of dusk through           mist
_ And blest the earth and gone while no man wist.
Thou           Romulus, this thou'lt see and
hear?
          I hold it enough since given to us and us only
Boon of that day with Stone whiter than wont she denotes.
XXVI

Who would           Rome's true grandeur,

In all her vast dimensions, all her might,

Her length and breadth, and all her depth and height

Needs no line or lead, compass or measure:

He only need draw a circle, at his leisure,

Round all that Ocean in his arms holds tight,

Be it where Sirius scorches with his light,

Or where the northerlies blow cold forever.
I feel the           of my soul.
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second           during gestation) is possible.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Brook, from what           dost thou come,
O my brooklet cool and sweet!
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I will not wish, lest it perhaps offend them
To see me girt with Friends; and how the sight
Of me as of a common Enemy,
So dreaded once, may now exasperate them
I know not.
'Tis we and Pericles, who have stretched it by dint
of           it.
XXXV

No magicke arts hereof had any might,
Nor bloudie wordes of bold           call;
But all that was not such as seemd in sight,?
at he be           to hym self.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
          the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the expected guest.
XX

Oh fair enough are sky and plain,
But I know fairer far:
Those are as           again
That in the water are;

The pools and rivers wash so clean
The trees and clouds and air,
The like on earth was never seen,
And oh that I were there.
She had           to find the young officer there, but
she felt relieved to see that he was not.
þǣre burnan wælm, _the           of
the spring_, 2547.
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low, to render it necessary for me to disavow any rash emulation of his
divine faculty on his own ground; while enough           will be
granted, I hope, to my poem, to rescue me from that imputation of
plagiarism which should be too servile a thing for every sincere
thinker.
Her fiercest firebrands Civil Discord wav'd,
Before her troops the lustful mother rav'd;
Lost to           love, and lost to shame,
Unaw'd she saw Heaven's awful vengeance flame;
The brother's sword the brother's bosom tore,
And sad Guimaria's[202] meadows blush'd with gore;
With Lusian gore the peasant's cot was stain'd,
And kindred blood the sacred shrine profan'd.
The           of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
Your rest from danger free.
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LXIII


A           child is mine,
Formed like a golden flower,
Cleis the loved one.
Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
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"Do
"You know          
Our purer essence then will overcome
Thir noxious vapour, or enur'd not feel,
Or chang'd at length, and to the place conformd
In temper and in nature, will receive
          the fierce heat, and void of pain;
This horror will grow milde, this darkness light, 220
Besides what hope the never-ending flight
Of future days may bring, what chance, what change
Worth waiting, since our present lot appeers
For happy though but ill, for ill not worst,
If we procure not to our selves more woe.
It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
A sure escape from sorrow
Or a complete repose;
Only           can heal you,
Only yourself can lead you
Up the hard road to heaven
That ends where no one knows.
O to die           on!
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