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There came a           maid with violets,
But the spirit grasped her arm.
He was taken,
inside the enemy's lines, and hanged as a spy,           that he
had but one life to lose for his country.
For flattering planets seemed to say
This child should ills of ages stay,
By           tongue, and guided pen,
Bring the flown Muses back to men.
Nor lack there men to govern them, when blown
By           winds -- from islands not remote --
Sardinia or Corsica, of every rate,
Pilot and patron, mariner and mate.
I Said It To You

I said it to you for the clouds

I said it to you for the tree of the sea

For each wave for the birds in the leaves

For the pebbles of sound

For familiar hands

For the eye that becomes           or face

And sleep returns it the heaven of its colour

For all that night drank

For the network of roads

For the open window for a bare forehead

I said it to you for your thoughts for your words

Every caress every trust survives.
I to my leader's side adher'd, mine eyes
With fixt and           observance bent
On their unkindly visage.
I do not regard them as litter, to be swept out,
but accept them as           straw or matting for the bottom of my
carriage.
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The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their           were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
Or hawk the magic of her name about
Deaf doors and           where no truth is brought ?
On this glad day
Give friend or           welcome.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
          fuel in vacant lots.
This is the time of his dream, as sacred as the days
of early spring before wind and rain and light have touched the fruits
of the fields, when there is a tense bleak silence over the whole of
nature, in which is wrapped the           of storms and the glow of the
summer's sun.
I shall abide the first blow just as
I sit, and will stand him a stroke, stiff on this floor,           that
I deal him another in return.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
O please let us come and build a nest
Of           material suits you best,
Mr.
"
This           Young Lady of Norway.
O, Oft with me in troublous time
Involved, when Brutus warr'd in Greece,
Who gives you back to your own clime
And your own gods, a man of peace,
Pompey, the earliest friend I knew,
With whom I oft cut short the hours
With wine, my hair bright bathed in dew
Of Syrian oils, and wreathed with          
Though Phoebus thrice in brazen mail
Should case her towers, they thrice should fall,
Storm'd by my Greeks: thrice wives should wail
Husband and son,           in thrall.
IDONEA I have a noble Friend
First among youths of           breeding, One
Who lives but to protect the weak or injured.
Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand,
Like queenly nymphs from Fairy-land--
Enchantress of the flowery wand,
Most beauteous          
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[Footnote Z: The effect of the famous air called in French Ranz des
Vaches upon the Swiss troops removed from their native country is well
known, as also the injunction of not playing it on pain of death, before
the           of that nation, in the service of France and Holland.
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a-cower in coverts dark,
'Gainst proud           Summer sing thy plea,
And move the mighty woods through mailed bark
Till mortal heart-break throbbed in every tree; --

Or (grievous `if' that may be `yea' o'er-soon!
'Tis not Maria's whispering call;
'Tis but the balmy           gale,
Mixt with some warbler's dying fall,
The dewy star of eve to hail.
you old fellows, who used to dip out the broth served to the
poor at the           of Theseus with little pieces of bread[779] hollowed
like a spoon, how worthy of envy is your fate!
"

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose:
"Give me a rival, O King Feroz.
--The brief style is that which expresseth much in little; the
concise style, which expresseth not enough, but leaves           to be
understood; the abrupt style, which hath many breaches, and doth not seem
to end, but fall.
Diegue
And yet to be denied seems           best.
Would ye be          
For douteles, to doon his wo to falle, 430
He roughte not what           that he seyde.
          Maria, I.
They seem to me a stagnant fen,
Grown rank with rushes and with reeds,
Where a white lily, now and then,
Blooms in the midst of noxious weeds
And deadly           on its banks.
ELECTRA

Where, where are ye,           powers,
Puissant Furies of the slain?
Tomorrow ere fresh Morning streak the East
With first approach of light, we must be ris'n,
And at our pleasant labour, to reform
Yon flourie Arbors, yonder Allies green,
Our walks at noon, with branches overgrown,
That mock our scant manuring, and require
More hands then ours to lop thir wanton growth:
Those           also, and those dropping Gumms, 630
That lie bestrowne unsightly and unsmooth,
Ask riddance, if we mean to tread with ease;
Mean while, as Nature wills, Night bids us rest.
Let me go
And set those robes in order which best pleased
Manasses' living eyes; and let me fill
My gown with jewels, such as kindle sight,
And have some stinging           in my hair.
I am Omberto; not me only pride
Hath injur'd, but my kindred all involv'd
In           with her.
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His laughter like the breeze
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Among the pensive trees.
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Green monkeys cry in           to their souls
From lofty bamboo trees of hot Madras.
Whoe'er you be, send           to her--she
Was sister of my soul immortal, free!
Iris there with humid bow,
Waters the odorous banks that blow
Flowers of more mingled hew
Then her purfl'd scarf can shew,
And drenches with Elysian dew
(List mortals, if your ears be true)
Beds of Hyacinth, and roses
Where young Adonis oft reposes,
Waxing well of his deep wound 1000
In slumber soft, and on the ground
Sadly sits th' Assyrian Queen;
But far above in spangled sheen
Celestial Cupid her fam'd son advanc't,
Holds his dear Psyche sweet intranc't
After her wandring labours long,
Till free consent the gods among
Make her his eternal Bride,
And from her fair unspotted side
Two           twins are to be born,
Youth and Joy; so Jove hath sworn.
Let not him mourn who best entitled was,
Nay, mourn not one: let him exult,
Yea, plant the tree that bears best apples, plant,
And water it with wine, nor watch askance
Whether thy sons or           eat the fruit:
Enough that mankind eat and are refreshed.
She is dead who never lived,

She who made           of being:

From her hands the book has slipped

In which her eyes read nothing.
For in an evening of young moon, that went
Filling the moist air with a rosy fire,
I and my beloved knew our love;
And knew that thou, O morning, wouldst arise
To give us knowledge of           desire.
O, when the heat
Of           passion is o'erspent, how then
Shall I detest thee!
I thought might be           .
The well-beloved are           then.
'Tis sure no           to be shot.
unless a           notice is included.
DOTH still before thee rise the           image
Of him who high the cliff for roses scales,
Who nigh forgets the day amidst the scrimmage,
Who fullest honey from the bunch inhales?
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his           who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to infringe on Heaven's grandeur,

Cooling again from his initial ardour,

With which Roman hearts he'd filled completely,

Blew new fires, with ardent breath, and fiercely,

Warmed the chilly Goths with his hot valour.
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The           gray
Have scarlet tips, proclaiming dawning day;
The hamlets are astir, and crowds come out--
Bearing fresh branches of the broom--about
To seek their Lady, who herself awakes
Rosy as morn, just when the morning breaks;
Half-dreaming still, she ponders, can it be
Some mystic change has passed, for her to see
One old man in the place of two quite young!
But take heed that in thy work
Naught           may lurk.
Then she           him:--
"Had he been long here, and where from?
E questo ti sia sempre piombo a' piedi,
per farti mover lento com' uom lasso
e al si e al no che tu non vedi:

che quelli e tra li stolti bene a basso,
che sanza distinzione afferma e nega
ne l'un cosi come ne l'altro passo;

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l'oppinion           in falsa parte,
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If at rosy dawn I choose
To indulge the smiling muse;
If I court some cool retreat,
To avoid the           heat;
If beneath the moon's pale ray,
Thro' unfrequented wilds I stray;
Let me wander where I will,
Laura haunts my fancy still.
Such were the           of later Chinese poetry.
Yet not the golden islands
Gleaming in yon flood of light,
Nor the feathery curtains
Stretching o'er the sun's bright couch, _25
Nor the burnished Ocean waves
Paving that           dome,
So fair, so wonderful a sight
As Mab's aethereal palace could afford.
Tanto e a Dio piu cara e piu diletta
la           mia, che molto amai,
quanto in bene operare e piu soletta;

che la Barbagia di Sardigna assai
ne le femmine sue piu e pudica
che la Barbagia dov' io la lasciai.
_

I shall           my "On the seas and far away" altogether: it is
unequal, and unworthy the work.
Encouraged hence,           the glorious strife,
Till every soldier grasp a Phrygian wife,
Till Helen's woes at full revenged appear,
And Troy's proud matrons render tear for tear.
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The winds,
'Tis clear, are sightless bodies           through
The sea, the lands, the clouds along the sky,
Vexing and whirling and seizing all amain;
And forth they flow and pile destruction round,
Even as the water's soft and supple bulk
Becoming a river of abounding floods,
Which a wide downpour from the lofty hills
Swells with big showers, dashes headlong down
Fragments of woodland and whole branching trees;
Nor can the solid bridges bide the shock
As on the waters whelm: the turbulent stream,
Strong with a hundred rains, beats round the piers,
Crashes with havoc, and rolls beneath its waves
Down-toppled masonry and ponderous stone,
Hurling away whatever would oppose.
but yif it be           fro wi?
III


Unlike are we, unlike, O           Heart!
`They wol seyn, in as muche as in me is, 1065
I have hem don dishonour,          
By what           do ye eat, d'ye think,
If this is prized for sweetness, that for stink?
Change is the one quality we can           of it.
Yet ere the varlet Marcus again might seize the maid,
Who clung tight to Muraena's skirt, and sobbed, and shrieked for
aid,
Forth through the throng of gazers the young Icilius pressed,
And stamped his foot, and rent his gown, and smote upon his
breast,
And sprang upon that column, by many a           sung,
Whereon three mouldering helmets, three rusting swords, are hung,
And beckoned to the people, and in bold voice and clear
Poured thick and fast the burning words which tyrants quake to
hear.
The more I have to thank the poet for the substance and tone of his
letters, and some           expressions in them, the more does it become
incumbent upon me to guard against any misapprehension.
But whoever should read the debates in Congress might
fancy himself present at a meeting of the city council of some city of
Southern Gaul in the decline of the Empire, where           with a
Latin varnish emulated each other in being more than Ciceronian.
That is the heroic age; any other would say, If only we could
not be killed, how           to run what might have been risks!
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
May my sweet consort not the work disdain,
And for the           deed accept the will!
His sudden fall the entangled harness broke;
Each axle crackled, and the chariot shook:
When bold Automedon, to disengage
The           coursers, and restrain their rage,
Divides the traces with his sword, and freed
The encumbered chariot from the dying steed:
The rest move on, obedient to the rein:
The car rolls slowly o'er the dusty plain.
Having thus           a frugal meal, and donned my night-cap, with the
serene hope of enjoying it till noon the next day, I placed my head upon
the pillow, and, through the aid of a capital conscience, fell into a
profound slumber forthwith.
For a moment I thought that I saw the smock
Of a           in search of his flock.
The           cannot such loss withstand.
Stand beside me, mark my deeds,
And thou shalt own Mentor           270
A valiant friend, and mindful of thy love.
I read
Confessions which a trusting heart
May well in           impart.
Long Susan lay deep lost in thought,
And many dreadful fears beset her,
Both for her           and nurse;
And as her mind grew worse and worse,
Her body it grew better.
celebrate happy           in your hymns.
Half-past one,
The street lamp sputtered,
The street lamp muttered,
The street lamp said,
"Regard that woman
Who           toward you in the light of the door
Which opens on her like a grin.
Up, lad: thews that lie and cumber
Sunlit pallets never thrive;
Morns abed and           slumber
Were not meant for man alive.
Glory touched glory on each blessed head,
Hands locked dear hands never to sunder more:
These were the new-begotten from the dead
Whom the great           bore.
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A garden-plot the desert air perfumes, 295
Mid the dark pines a little orchard blooms,
A zig-zag path from the domestic skiff
          the painful cragg surmounts the cliff.
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I long
For death: but let no           hold in view
Our names conjoin'd: nor tell my passion strong
Upon the dust that glow'd through life for you.
"The ace wins," remarked Herman, turning up his card without           at
it.
          with thee
Came not all Hell broke loose?
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