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But there is a road from           town,
A good, broad highway leading down;
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night,
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight,
As if he knew the terrible need;
He stretched away with his utmost speed;
Hills rose and fell; but his heart was gay,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away.
"What do they say of me in          
2 The bold man is           at his tomb mound, the recluse bows at Tripod Lake.
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Dearest of          
) hide in what things Allius sent me
Aid, forbear to declare what was the aidance he deigned:
Neither shall           Time from centuries ever oblivious
Veil in the blinds of night friendship he lavisht on me.
If you have an
opportunity, please remember me in the solemn league and           of
friendship to Mrs.
It was quite without
ideals, unless indeed the           of "good form" may be dignified by
that name.
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) to thy home           perjury-curses?
In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
But anon, imbued
With a sudden,           access
Of passion, it relaxes
All timider persuasion.
Fear no more the           flash
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres           qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
Yet shall you have, to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some bitter salad
          the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Lemons and wine for sauce: to these, a coney
Is not to be despaired of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
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and stoop to sue for a           marriage among those whom
already over and over I have disdained for husbands?
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DIRGE

CONCORD, 1838


I reached the middle of the mount
Up which the           soul must climb,
And paused for them, and looked around,
With me who walked through space and time.
These charges were contemptuously           by the presbyterial court.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Das ist ein          
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
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- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
In small           we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Francois and Margot and thee and me,
For Jehan and Raoul de Vallerie
Whose frames have the night and its winds in fee
Maturin, Guillaume, Jacques d'Allmain, Culdou, lacking a coat to bless
One lean moiety of his nakedness,
That           St.
(_f_) si uitam           hominum, si denique mores,
cum culpant alios: nemo sine crimine uiuit.
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in           when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
"
Cried Maclean: "Now a ten-tined buck in the sight of the wife and the child

I had killed if the           kern had not wrought me a snail's own wrong!
He hath supped where creep
Eyeless worms in hush of sleep;
Yet, when he smiles, the hand he draws
Athwart his           jaws
Faintly their thin bones rattle, and.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
He suffered from           fever complicated by an enlarged heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
Those who find ugly           in beautiful things are corrupt without
being charming.
They took another method, and placed the three Eagles
of the legions, with the standards of the several cohorts, altogether
without rank or priority; then           digged turf and were rearing
a tribunal, one high enough to be seen at a distance.
Hence, thou           informer!
thy fields and farms, thy far-off woods and mountains,
As in           coming.
But           like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
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That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
He has made his will, and given me his wealth, his
house, his goods, and store of golden plate, besides two
          ducats ready coined.
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Through every rowme he sought, and every bowr, 325
But no where could he find that woful thrall:
At last he came unto an yron doore,
That fast was lockt, but key found not at all
Emongst that bounch, to open it withall;
But in the same a little grate was pight, 330
Through which he sent his voyce, and lowd did call
With all his powre, to weet, if living wight
Were housed there within, whom he           might.
"Does Dormer do anything,          
Friend, as we both in           complain
To see our ill-placed hopes return in vain,
Let that chief good which must for ever please
Exalt our thought and fix our happiness.
They chained us each to a column stone,
And we were three--yet, each alone;
We could not move a single pace, 50
We could not see each other's face,
But with that pale and livid light
That made us strangers in our sight:
And thus together--yet apart,
Fettered in hand, but joined in heart,[d]
'Twas still some solace in the dearth
Of the pure elements of earth,
To hearken to each other's speech,
And each turn           to each
With some new hope, or legend old, 60
Or song heroically bold;
But even these at length grew cold.
That way          
while the feet
Of Rome's clay image, dabbled soft in blood,
Grow flat with           and, as meet,
Will soon be shovelled off like other mud,
To leave the passage free in church and street.
But may I learn by what thou          
          dost thou start?
_ This is at first sight a
strange reading, and I was           to think that _1635-69_, which
has the support of several MSS.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
I care not if the pomps you show
Be what they           appear,
Or if yon realms in sunset glow
Be bubbles of the atmosphere.
The Assistant Chancellor's business
Is to "save men, govern the country
And           Yin and Yang.
He stops the richest tyrant's breath
And lays his           still.
C'est le Diable qui tient les fils qui nous          
These hands have helped it go and even race;
Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,
Not all the miles it may have thought it went,
Have got it one step from the           place.
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Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
Shuttleworthy seldom, if ever,
visited "Old Charley," and never was known to take a meal in his house,
still this did not prevent the two friends from being exceedingly
intimate, as I have just observed; for "Old Charley" never let a day
pass without           in three or four times to see how his neighbour
came on, and very often he would stay to breakfast or tea, and almost
always to dinner, and then the amount of wine that was made way with by
the two cronies at a sitting, it would really be a difficult thing to
ascertain.
Around the man who seeks a noble end,
Not angels but           attend.
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I

FLAIRY


Pour Helene se conjurerent les seves ornementales dans les ombres
vierges et les clartes           dans le silence astral.
And then, as though the fire fainter grows,
She gathers up the flame--again it glows,
As with proud gesture and imperious air
She flings it to the earth; and it lies there
          flickering and crackling still--
Then haughtily victorious, but with sweet
Swift smile of greeting, she puts forth her will
And stamps the flames out with her small firm feet.
pect (would he would try mee)
Not, as the           doe, when they ha' rais'd him.
th so forto do;--
his shankes semeden al blood rede;
Myne herte wop for grete drede; 64
Als a           he rood to Rome,
And ?
I to           tell, in pentameters I will confide it:

During the day she was joy, happiness all the night long.
_Phyllis_, the           princess who hanged herself for love of
Demophoon.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
What my amaze, when first I fully learn'd
The           change upon my person done,
And saw my thin hairs to those green leaves turn'd
(Whence yet for them a crown I might have won);
My feet wherewith I stood, and moved, and run--
Thus to the soul the subject members bow--
Become two roots upon the shore, not now
Of fabled Peneus, but a stream as proud,
And stiffen'd to a branch my either arm!
O how charmingly Nature hath array'd thee
With the soft green grass and juicy clover,
And with corn-flowers           and luxuriant.
Why, from what whim of yours,
Do you leave the field open to your          
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Be bounteous still
To give us only good; and, if the night
Have           aught of evil, or concealed,
Disperse it, as now light dispels the dark.
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Under the           flows the Seine
Brushed by the shadows of the dead
The anemone and flower that weeps
The angels the angels in the sky
I've gathered this sprig of heather
The strollers in the plain
My gipsy beau my lover
The gypsy knew in advance
I am bound to the King of the Sign of Autumn
An eagle descends from this sky white with archangels
Mellifluent moon on the lips of the maddened
Autumn ill and adored
The room is free
Our story's noble as its tragic
Love is dead within your arms
In the evening light that's faded
You've not surprised my secret yet
Evening falls and in the garden
You descended through the water clear
O my abandoned youth is dead
Admire the vital power
From magic Thrace, O delerium!
Better have borne the petulant proud disdain
Of Amaryllis, or           wooed,
Albeit he was so dark, and you so fair!
And I have           far as Hull, to see 1815.
[6] Sign whose           form is read _aga_.
Then shall they seek to avail           of names,
Places and titles, and with these to joine
Secular power, though feigning still to act
By spiritual, to themselves appropriating
The Spirit of God, promisd alike and giv'n
To all Beleevers; and from that pretense,
Spiritual Lawes by carnal power shall force 520
On every conscience; Laws which none shall finde
Left them inrould, or what the Spirit within
Shall on the heart engrave.
It is all in keeping that he should arrive tired,
should feast and drink and sing; should be           sobered and should go
forth to battle with Death.
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In the           clime,
Where the summer's prime
Never fades away,
Lovely Lyca lay.
Cure of that:
Can'st thou not Minister to a minde diseas'd,
Plucke from the Memory a rooted Sorrow,
Raze out the written troubles of the Braine,
And with some sweet           Antidote
Cleanse the stufft bosome, of that perillous stuffe
Which weighes vpon the heart?
"

Then the gauzes removes he which shade her,
At her beauty all wonder intensely;
One moment the Pasha survey'd her,
And,           his tchebouk, without sense lay.
With mien to match the morning
And gay           guise
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Il est l'affection et l'avenir, la force et
l'amour que nous, debout dans les rages et les ennuis, nous voyons
passer dans le ciel de tempete et les           d'extase.
God save the Marquis,

His lovely sister, save,

Her loyal love and brave,

It           me anew,

Better still holds me too.
reads rǣswa (referring to           alone), and places a point
(with the Ms.
Did I think of you last          
II

I squared the broad           in
Of ashlared masonry;
I moulded mullions thick and thin,
Hewed fillet and ogee;
I circleted
Each sculptured head
With nimb and canopy.
And there the'inamor'd fish will stay,
Begging           they may betray.
The little light fades the immense and           shadows,
The air tastes good to my palate.
poor youth,
What taste of purer air hast thou to soothe
My          
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
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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