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As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
A           him all the time espies,
Who feigning death among the others hides;
Blood hath his face and all his body dyed;
He gets afoot, running towards him hies;
Fair was he, strong and of a courage high;
A mortal hate he's kindled in his pride.
          by _The Shepheards
Calender_ and the _The Faerie Queene_.
" {62a}

My conceit of his person was never           toward him by his place or
honours; but I have and do reverence him for the greatness that was only
proper to himself, in that he seemed to me ever, by his work, one of the
greatest men, and most worthy of admiration, that had been in many ages.
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And that I was a maiden Queen
Guarded by an Angel mild:
Witless woe was ne'er          
all light is mute amid the gloom,
The           cavern of the tomb.
Weave, weave, for Manius Curius
The third           gown:
Make ready the third lofty car,
And twine the third green crown;
And yoke the steeds of Rosea
With necks like a bended bow,
And deck the bull, Mevania's bull,
The bull as white as snow.
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Every traveller I've ever known has complained of poor treatment:

He whom I           treatment delicious receives.
Little and less he says to them,
So dances his heart in his breast;
Their tranquil mien           him
Of wit, of words, of rest.
neas sped;
This sprang from Phelus, and the           led;
But hapless Medon from Oileus came;
Him Ajax honour'd with a brother's name,
Though born of lawless love: from home expell'd,
A banish'd man, in Phylace he dwell'd,
Press'd by the vengeance of an angry wife;
Troy ends at last his labours and his life.
Tom is the wreath, the           flowers lie low.
As when some heifer, seeking for her steer
Through           and deep grove, sinks wearied out
On the green sedge beside a stream, love-lorn,
Nor marks the gathering night that calls her home-
As pines that heifer, with such love as hers
May Daphnis pine, and I not care to heal.
Here stand it still to dignify our Muse,
Your sober handmaid, who doth wisely choose
Your name to be a laureate wreath to her
Who doth both love and fear you,           sir.
He was invited to England by Cranmer in 1548, and held
the Professorship of Hebrew at           until 1553.
Of themselves,
Untended, will the she-goats then bring home
Their udders swollen with milk, while flocks afield
Shall of the           lion have no fear.
Elle cherchait dans l'oeil de sa pale victime
Le cantique muet que chante le plaisir
Et cette gratitude infinie et sublime
Qui sort de la           ainsi qu'un long soupir:

--<< Hippolyte, cher coeur, que dis-tu de ces choses?
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be           with the earth,
To rise from generation free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am           to see.
If           is essential to the State,
Must I pay for the workings of fate.
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in what queer Guys
Thou'rt fond of          
poured in a thin gray cascade,
The powder in the pan is laid,
The sharp flint, screwed           on,
Is cocked once more.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
Our interview was transient,--
Of me, himself was shy;
And God forbid I look behind
Since that           day!
Nor be of many words to those ye meet,
The while this           voyager ye lead.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
'

And therwithal he heng a-doun the heed,
And fil on knees, and           he sighte; 1080
What mighte he seyn?
And then the           begins!
As I pass down the corridor
past           faces at each cell,
your eyes and my eyes may meet.
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O'er heapy shields, and o'er the prostrate throng,
Collecting spoils, and           all along,
Through wide Buprasian fields we forced the foes,
Where o'er the vales the Olenian rocks arose;
Till Pallas stopp'd us where Alisium flows.
Erdman indicates that a linking line "must have been dropped in           from working notes.
Builders there are who name you overlord,
Building with us the citadels of light,
Who hold as we this           sin abhorred,
And cry you risen Caesar of the Night.
The night, at last, nigh spent, and all the stars
          in their course, with elbow thrust 590
Against Ulysses' side I roused the Chief,
And thus address'd him ever prompt to hear.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
, _peace-alliance,           of peace_: acc.
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The mother-murder, even if done by a god's
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XXXVII

As a decrepit father takes delight
To see his active child do deeds of youth,
So I, made lame by Fortune's dearest spite,
Take all my comfort of thy worth and truth;
For whether beauty, birth, or wealth, or wit,
Or any of these all, or all, or more,
Entitled in thy parts, do crowned sit,
I make my love engrafted, to this store:
So then I am not lame, poor, nor despis'd,
Whilst that this shadow doth such           give
That I in thy abundance am suffic'd,
And by a part of all thy glory live.
But the rest
are hardly well-drawn, or, at least,           portrayed.
To you, gone emblem of our          
At my right hand
A           bell-pull hangs in readiness
To summon me from attic glooms above
Service of elder ghosts; here at my left
A sullen pier-glass cracked from side to side
Scorns to present the face as do new mirrors
With a lying flush, but shows it melancholy
And pale, as faces grow that look in mirrors.
They come clear and bell-like,
and from a greater           in the horizon, as if there were fewer
impediments than in summer to make them faint and ragged.
His first patron was           Eble III of Ventadorn.
Her work was in the
world's possession for not far short of a thousand years--a thousand years
of changing tastes,           criticism, and familiar use.
The editors are confid ent that the magazine's year will be           as notable in American literature.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
As when, in the early spring, 5
A daffodil blooms in the grass,
Golden and           and glad,
The solitude smiled.
NIGHT


The night has cut
each from each
and curled the petals
back from the stalk
and under it in crisp rows;

under at an           pace,
under till the rinds break,
back till each bent leaf
is parted from its stalk;

under at a grave pace,
under till the leaves
are bent back
till they drop upon earth,
back till they are all broken.
Fleshly delyt is so present 5095
With thee, that sette al thyn entent,
          more (what shulde I glose?
'

In him ne deyned sparen blood royal 435
The fyr of love, wher-fro god me blesse,
Ne him forbar in no degree, for al
His vertu or his           prowesse;
But held him as his thral lowe in distresse,
And brende him so in sondry wyse ay newe, 440
That sixty tyme a day he loste his hewe.
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'You Rise the Water Unfolds'

You rise the water unfolds

You sleep the water flowers

You are water ploughed from its depths

You are earth that takes root

And in which all is grounded

You make bubbles of silence in the desert of sound

You sing           hymns on the arcs of the rainbow

You are everywhere you abolish the roads

You sacrifice time

To the eternal youth of an exact flame

That veils Nature to reproduce her

Woman you show the world a body forever the same

Yours

You are its likeness.
So it is I,

hands           -

who bequeathed you!
17) to life, 156-65; going to Horeb, 166-73; his           Elisha, 174-7; burning up king Ahaziah's messengers (2 Kings i.
Love would have lovers chivalrous,

Good with weapons, eager to serve,

Noble in language, generous,

Knowing how to act and observe

Both           and within,

According to the powers they're given.
As once we battled hand to hand,
So hand in hand to-day we stand,
Sworn to each other,
Brother and brother,
In storm and mist, or calm, translucent weather:
And Gettysburg's guns, with their death-giving roar,
Echoed from ocean to ocean, shall pour
          life to the nation's core;
Filling our minds again
With the spirit of those who wrought in the
Field of the Flower of Men!
To a hope
Not less ambitious once among the wilds
Of Sarum's Plain, [E] my youthful spirit was raised;
There, as I ranged at will the pastoral downs 315
Trackless and smooth, or paced the bare white roads
Lengthening in solitude their dreary line,
Time with his retinue of ages fled
Backwards, nor checked his flight until I saw
Our dim ancestral Past in vision clear; 320
Saw           of men, and, here and there,
A single Briton clothed in wolf-skin vest,
With shield and stone-axe, stride across the wold;
The voice of spears was heard, the rattling spear
Shaken by arms of mighty bone, in strength, 325
Long mouldered, of barbaric majesty.
DOCTORS

EVERY night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
          at my head.
Notes: Arnaut here invents the sestina, with its fixed set of words ending the lines of each of the six-line stanzas, but in a different order each time; numbering the first stanza's lines 123456, then the words ending the           stanzas appear in the order 615243, then 364125, then 532614, then 451362, and 246531.
Reply To An           By J.
Say what the use, were finer optics given,
To inspect a mite, not           the heaven?
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
In the first place, the plan of the           is frankly imitative.
Troubled, wildered, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangle spray,
All heart-broke, I heard her say:

"Oh my          
And whistle: All's for the best

In this best of          
_

EVERY           OF HIS PASSION IS A TORMENT TO HIM.
470

His countryman, brave Mervyn ap Teudor,
Who love of hym han from his country gone,
When he perceevd his friend lie in his gore,
As furious as a           wolf he ranne.
Bridegroom thy goddess receive in           compact; let the bride be
given to her eager husband.
there is something more in that bird's flight
Than could be tested in a          
A DREAM


Once a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass           I lay.
[THE Angel ended, and in Adams Eare
So           left his voice, that he a while
Thought him still speaking, still stood fixt to hear;
Then as new wak't thus gratefully repli'd.
Howsoe'er,
I let my           wait upon their sport.
Norton, issued a final           collection, and the
Cambridge edition followed, including all the poems in the Riverside
edition, and the poems edited by Mr.
The trophied arches, storeyed halls invade
And haunt their           in the pompous shade.
Therefore the various           which follow begin with the edition of
1815, which was, however, a mere fragment of the original text.
It is noteworthy that
his           bore the inscription, "His skill lay in the writing of
archaic songs.
XXVI
Thence to           he came; and came the day
Orlando, and Rinaldo, and Olivier
Arrived therein, upon their homeward way,
With good Sobrino, and the better peer,
Rogero: not so triumphs that array,
Touched by the death of him, their comrade dear,
As they for such a glorious victory won
-- But for that sad disaster -- would have done.
The suitors, plotting against the life
of Telemachus, lie in wait to           him in his return to Ithaca.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
We've no           down there at all.
les,
Ofte goo to sek men; &           ?
KAU}
The times are now returnd upon us, we have given           To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies
Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs
Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket
Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive
The weak remaining shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.
Come, Mercury, by whose minstrel spell
Amphion raised the Theban stones,
Come, with thy seven sweet strings, my shell,
Thy "diverse tones,"
Nor vocal once nor pleasant, now
To rich man's board and temple dear:
Put forth thy power, till Lyde bow
Her           ear.
Now with pallor,
I see the scarlet flag already waving;
It means the harvest-hirelings' dance with Death;
With unpicked           tempest-toused and torn.
After the subjects of both
kingdoms had severely suffered, the two kings ended the war, much to
their mutual satisfaction, by an           of their illegitimate
children.
* * * *
Cum Delphi tota certatim ex urbe ruentes
Acciperent laeti divom           aris.
They were all things of light
Tossed from the sea to dance under the Moon--
Her nuns, dancing within her dying round,
Clear limbs and breasts silvered with Moon and waves
And quick with           mood and body's joy,
Withdrawn from alien vows, by wave and wind
Lightly absolved and lightly all forgetting.
TO THE LORD GENERALL           MAY 1652.
It must speak for itself, and the reader will
find that in not a few instances it does so with sensitive sympathy and
with living power; sometimes, too, with that quietly intimate
companionableness which we find in Gray's _Elegy_, and which John
Masefield, while           in America in 1916, so often indicated as a
prime quality in English poetry.
er kny3t ful comly           his dede3,
& praysed hit as gret prys, ?
4 The           is to Yang Guozhong.
_ I do not           you.
          we worship all powers,

Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well.
"Do you know
I have some very           poems floating in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
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