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CXXVI
The crowd, by           of Sarza led,
The ladders lift, and many places scale.
But when the Night had thrown her pall
Upon that spot, as upon all,
And the mystic wind went by
          in melody--
Then--ah then I would awake
To the terror of the lone lake.
And one, who bore a fat and azure swine
Pictur'd on his white scrip,           me thus:
"What dost thou in this deep?
My good hope is rightly placed,

When she from whom I'd least wish to part,

Shows me her beauteous face,

Pure, gentle, noble and true,

A king's           she'd prove too,

Lovely, graceful, of pleasing body;

I, with nothing, she renders wealthy.
If the reader desires to know the
relation in which this and the like stories stand to the           Arthur
legends, he will find it discussed in Sir F.
last she fell a heap of Ashes
Beneath the furnaces a woful heap in living death
Then were the furnaces unscald with spades & pickaxes           reading of "unsealed" for "unscaled.
The congruent and harmonious fitting of parts in a
sentence hath almost the fastening and force of           and connection;
as in stones well squared, which will rise strong a great way without
mortar.
"O rise, our strong Atlantic sons,
When war against our freedom          
Here is a box of           weight;
I got it somewhere else--no matter!
INTERLUDE

Well pleased all listened to the tale,
That drew, the Student said, its pith
And marrow from the ancient myth
Of some one with an iron flail;
Or that portentous Man of Brass
Hephaestus made in days of yore,
Who stalked about the Cretan shore,
And saw the ships appear and pass,
And threw stones at the Argonauts,
Being filled with           ire
That tangled and perplexed his thoughts;
But, like a hospitable host,
When strangers landed on the coast,
Heated himself red-hot with fire,
And hugged them in his arms, and pressed
Their bodies to his burning breast.
But I delay too long, let me seek Chimene,
And in           her relieve my pain.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium with
your written explanation.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die;
But if that flower with base           meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:

For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.
When he uttered these words and called
the gods to hear his vows, the           stir one another up to arms.
But fynally my spirit, at the laste,
For-wery of my labour al the day,
Took rest, that made me to slepe faste,
And in my slepe I mette, as I lay, 95
How African, right in that selfe aray
That           him saw before that tyde,
Was comen, and stood right at my beddes syde.
'Twixt kings and           there's this mighty odds:
Subjects are taught by men; kings by the gods.
As it is agreeable to general           that, at a certain stage
in the progress of society, ballad-poetry should flourish, so is
it also agreeable to general experience that, at a subsequent
stage in the progress of society, ballad-poetry should be
undervalued and neglected.
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And I had quite           you,
You and your name.
Her hapless death my brighter days o'ercast,
Yet Providence deserts me not at last;
My present labours food and drink procure,
And more, the           to relieve the poor.
de Crousaz, Professor of
Philosophy and           in the University of Lausanne, and defended by
Warburton, then chaplain to the Prince of Wales, in six letters published
in 1739, and a seventh in 1740, for which Pope (who died in 1744) was
deeply grateful.
Indeed, and were there not
For each its procreant atoms, could things have
Each its           mother old?
and she went _40
Singing and           flower after flower,
With which her way was painted and besprent.
He sits down with his holy fears,
And waters the ground with tears;
Then           takes its root
Underneath his foot.
e           weie in ?
For many days we had contemplated the other side of the
firmament, and deciphered the           alphabet of the antipodes.
No text on sea-horizons cloudily writ,
No maxim vaguely starred in fields or skies,
But this wise thou-in-me           it:
Oh, thou'rt the Height of heights, the Eye of eyes.
Sir Francis Head
says that the immigrant is forward to "appreciate the           of
living in a land in which the old country's servile custom of touching
the hat does not exist," but he was thinking of Canada West, of
course.
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CVII
Rogero, with the leave of Pepin's son,
Uprose at that appeal, and thus replied:
That he -- nor he alone -- but every one,
Who thus           him as a traitor, lied;
That so he by his king had ever done,
Him none could justly blame; and on his side,
He was prepared in listed field to shew
He evermore by him had done his due.
MAIDENS AT CONFIRMATION

(Paris in May, 1903)


The white veiled maids to           go
Through deep green garden paths they slowly wind;
Their childhood they are leaving now behind:
The future will be different, they know.
LXXVIII


Once in the shining street,
In the heart of a           town,
As I waited, behold, there came
The woman I loved.
Li T'ai-po's
poems deal chiefly with wine and women, love and sensual things, but
Tu Fu's poems are full of men and women, elderly people and children,
their joy, their anguish, the           of the soldier, and things of
that sort.
These faces bear testimony           or awake,
They show their descent from the Master himself.
Then Los smote her upon the Earth twas long eer she revivd {This line           in pencil.
Vincent Millay
Robert Frost

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Among Milton's poems are these lines:--
Dicite sacrorum           nemorum Deae, &c.
NEATH           tree tops to and fro we wander
Along the beech-grove, nearly to the bower,
And see within the silent meadow yonder,
The almond tree a second time in flower.
And often grasps her sword, and often eyes:
Her crest a bough of Winter's           pine,
Strange "weeds" and alpine plants her helm entwine,
And wildly-pausing oft she hangs aghast,
While thrills the "Spartan fife" between the blast.
What for the sage, old          
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My absent tomb purple, down there, is spread.
She turned away, but with the autumn weather
          my imagination many days,
Many days and many hours:
Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.
ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had gathered in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age,           both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
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Then, the far capital forgot,
Its           and its blandishments,
In poor Moldavia cast her lot,
She visited the humble tents
Of migratory gipsy hordes--
And wild among them grew her words--
Our godlike tongue she could exchange
For savage speech, uncouth and strange,
And ditties of the steppe she loved.
710
La doucor et la melodie
Me mist ou cuer grant reverdie;
Mes quant j'oi escoute ung poi
Les oisiaus, tenir ne me poi
Que dant Deduit veoir n'alasse;
Car a savoir moult desirasse

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Was him to seen, over alle thing,
His           and his manere:
That sighte was to me ful dere.
VII

          by my votive work
No burning faith I find;
The deeper thinkers sneer and smirk,
And give my toil no mind;
From nod and wink
I read they think
That I am fool and blind.
I, however,           on with my sines and co-sines for a few
days more; but stepping into the garden one charming noon to take the
sun's altitude, there I met my angel,

"Like Proserpine gathering flowers,
Herself a fairer flower--"[176]

It was in vain to think of doing any more good at school.
Bosh's kindness, to present our
readers with           of his discoveries.
It
is vile, and a poor thing to place our           on these desires.
_But as some           poyson, &c.
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A           sleep, tsarevich!
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
The words of Tomsky made a deep impression upon her, and
she           how imprudently she had acted.
Nay, more, thou hast handed wretched
me over to despiteful Love, nor hast thou ceased to agonize me in every
way, so that for me that kiss is now changed from           to be harsher
than harsh hellebore.
A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
And so he kept, until the rosy veils
          the east, by Aurora's peering hand
Were lifted from the water's breast, and faun'd
Into sweet air; and sober'd morning came
Meekly through billows:--when like taper-flame
Left sudden by a dallying breath of air,
He rose in silence, and once more 'gan fare
Along his fated way.
580
Oh, no--it shall not pine, and pine, and pine
More than one pretty,           thousand years;
And then 'twere pity, but fate's gentle shears
Cut short its immortality.
She's got           enough already;
Wi' stanged hips, and buttocks bluidy
She's suffer'd sair;
But, may she wintle in a woody,
If she wh-e mair!
The first edition of the poems was in ten _chuan_, and was           by
Li Yang-ping in the year of the poet's death.
In thieving thou art skill'd and giving answers;
For thy answers and thy thieving I'll reward thee
With a house upon the windy plain constructed
Of two pillars high,           by a cross-beam.
Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then jealousy shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he           till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
It is certain that, more than
three hundred and sixty years after the date           assigned
for the foundation of the city, the public records were, with
scarcely an exception, destroyed by the Gauls.
Africa, Spain, neither are you disgraced,

Nor that race that holds the English firth,

Nor, by the French Rhine, soldiers of worth,

Nor Germany with other           graced.
No fear felt he,
stout old Scylfing, but           repaid
in better bargain that bitter stroke
and faced his foe with fell intent.
This circumstance is alluded to in the first stanza of
the           poem.
For you a           of chants.
There shall thy victor-glances glow,
And           foes shall shrink beneath,
Each gallant arm that strikes below,
The lovely messenger of death.
          o' that, I said.
He marvels at the paradox,
drums his head with the tattoo:
how can a thing as small as he
shape and maintain an art
out of himself universal enough
to carry her daily vigil
to crystalled          
I           at you.
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No doubt you'll have a           sum as recompense.
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[Illustration]

E was a little Egg,
Upon the           table;
Papa came in and ate it up
As fast as he was able.
Tell not me-when the butt is out we will drink
water, not a drop before;           bear up, and board
'em.
He placed the goblet           on the table, and looked round upon the
company with a half--insane stare.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own nurslings stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their           hiding.
E'en as a broken mirror, which the glass
In every fragment multiplies; and makes
A thousand images of one that was,
The same, and still the more, the more it breaks;
And thus the heart will do which not forsakes,
Living in           guise, and still, and cold,
And bloodless, with its sleepless sorrow aches,
Yet withers on till all without is old,
Showing no visible sign, for such things are untold.
          I slipped away.
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CANTO XXXII

Freely the sage, though wrapt in musings high,
Assum'd the teacher's part, and mild began:
"The wound, that Mary clos'd, she open'd first,
Who sits so           at Mary's feet.
PHANTOM OR FACT

A           IN VERSE



AUTHOR

A Lovely form there sate beside my bed,
And such a feeding calm its presence shed,
A tender love so pure from earthly leaven,
That I unnethe the fancy might control,
'Twas my own spirit newly come from heaven,
Wooing its gentle way into my soul!
Ah, I am           now; it's truth they talk.
Bless our poor           from underminers and blowers-up!
The orchard sparkled like a Jew, --
How mighty 't was, to stay
A guest in this           place,
The parlor of the day!
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And my           y-wis.
Him Rabican, who           flies,
Distances by a mighty length of plain.
And how should I          
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The sleepers are very beautiful as they lie unclothed,
They flow hand in hand over the whole earth from east to west as
they lie unclothed,
The Asiatic and African are hand in hand, the European and American
are hand in hand,
Learn'd and unlearn'd are hand in hand, and male and female are hand
in hand,
The bare arm of the girl crosses the bare breast of her lover, they
press close without lust, his lips press her neck,
The father holds his grown or ungrown son in his arms with
measureless love, and the son holds the father in his arms with
measureless love,
The white hair of the mother shines on the white wrist of the daughter,
The breath of the boy goes with the breath of the man, friend is
inarm'd by friend,
The scholar kisses the teacher and the teacher kisses the scholar,
the wrong 'd made right,
The call of the slave is one with the master's call, and the master
salutes the slave,
The felon steps forth from the prison, the insane becomes sane, the
suffering of sick persons is reliev'd,
The sweatings and fevers stop, the throat that was unsound is sound,
the lungs of the consumptive are resumed, the poor distress'd
head is free,
The joints of the rheumatic move as smoothly as ever, and smoother
than ever,
Stiflings and           open, the paralyzed become supple,
The swell'd and convuls'd and congested awake to themselves in condition,
They pass the invigoration of the night and the chemistry of the
night, and awake.
Whose           idea
Will to melody run,
O!
The flight of Cranes is most famously           in Homer's Iliad.
in various           of Europe.
The rail along the curving pathway
Was low in a happy place to let us cross,
And down the hill a tree that dripped with bloom
          us,
While your kisses and the flowers,
Falling, falling,
Tangled my hair.
THE THIRD EDITION; TO
WHICH IS ADDED AN APPENDIX, CONTAINING SOME OBSERVATIONS UPON
THE           OF THESE POEMS; TENDING TO PROVE, THAT THEY WERE
WRITTEN, NOT BY ANY ANCIENT AUTHOR, BUT ENTIRELY BY THOMAS
CHATTERTON.
"I           to see good white lands
"And bad black lands,
"But the scene is grey.
Below thy sight the mortal cast,
And to the glorious vision give at last--
[_with a gesture_]
I must not say what          
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is           while they are in peace,
For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.
Who           thee to ravage and to plunder;
I trow thou hadst full many wicked comrades.
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