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Painted by the frosts, some a uniform clear bright yellow, or red, or
crimson, as if their spheres had regularly revolved, and enjoyed the
influence of the sun on all sides alike,--some with the faintest pink
blush imaginable,--some           with deep red streaks like a cow, or
with hundreds of fine blood-red rays running regularly from the
stem-dimple to the blossom end, like meridional lines, on a
straw-colored ground,--some touched with a greenish rust, like a fine
lichen, here and there, with crimson blotches or eyes more or less
confluent and fiery when wet,--and others gnarly, and freckled or
peppered all over on the stem side with fine crimson spots on a white
ground, as if accidentally sprinkled from the brush of Him who paints
the autumn leaves.
[Illustration]

The Judicious           Jay,
who did up her Back Hair every morning with a Wreath of Roses,
Three feathers, and a Gold Pin.
Thus looking here and there (as oft I use),
I spied much people on a flowery plain,
Amongst themselves           of love maintain.
e ward hire p{ro}pre           in ?
When, at high Noon, the blazing sky
          in his head each haggard eye,
Then keenest rose his weary cry.
Y

[Illustration]

Y was a yew,
Which           and grew
By a quiet abode
Near the side of a road.
Nobody liked him, and, I suppose, it
was his wizenedness and           that made him fall so hopelessly
in love with Miss Hollis, who was good and sweet, and five foot seven in
her tennis shoes.
Spente wythe the fyghte, the Danyshe champyons stonde,
Lyche bulles, whose strengthe & wondrous myghte ys fledde; 785
AElla, a javelynne grypped yn eyther honde,
Flyes to the thronge, & doomes two           deadde.
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We, round whom city worries swarm,
Envy our           on a farm.
XVI

It nods and curtseys and recovers
When the wind blows above,
The nettle on the graves of lovers
That hanged           for love.
Look now
first on this overhanging cliff of stone, where shattered masses lie
strewn, and the mountain           stands desolate, and rocks are rent
away in vast ruin.
For thy humiliated feet divine,
Of my Respect I'll make thee Slippers fine
Which,           them within a gentle fold,

Shall keep their imprint like a faithful mould.
It shakes,--my trees shake; for a wind is roused
In cavern where it housed:
Each white and           sail,
Of boats among the water leaves
Hollows and strains in the full-throated gale:
Each maiden sings again,--
Each languid maiden, whom the calm
Had lulled to sleep with rest and spice and balm,
Miles down my river to the sea
They float and wane,
Long miles away from me.
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'Give me,' I           of
a scholar some time ago, 'give me a definition of poetry.
Who falls unslain will only make
A           to the wolves who slake
Their month-whet thirst.
Thou youngling drawer of           old
Crown me the goblets with a bitterer wine
As was Postumia's law that rules the feast
Than ebriate grape-stone more inebriate.
This is clear--
you fell on the downward slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you           this larch.
At Venice the           was merely
civil.
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.
v
The           Man.
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All these did conquer; but the ones
Who overcame most times
Wear nothing commoner than snow,
No           but palms.
"




CANTO XV

As much as 'twixt the third hour's close and dawn,
Appeareth of heav'n's sphere, that ever whirls
As           as an infant in his play,
So much appear'd remaining to the sun
Of his slope journey towards the western goal.
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" The bridge, as I
say, was arched and covered in, in a very ridiculous manner, and there
was a most           echo about it at all times--an echo which I
never before so particularly observed as when I uttered the four last
words of my remark.
VI

See see the Chariot, and those rushing wheels,
That whirl'd the Prophet up at Chebar flood,
My spirit som           Cherub feels,
To bear me where the Towers of Salem stood,
Once glorious Towers, now sunk in guiltles blood; 40
There doth my soul in holy vision sit
In pensive trance, and anguish, and ecstatick fit.
bigil, mira clar          
And after a thousand years I climbed the holy           and spoke
unto God again, saying, "Father, I am thy son.
The Count was rash;           replied though:
Played the brave man's part, and still must do so.
--<< Non, madame, repondit finement le poete, car elles sont, en effet,
tres bonnes, mais seulement la           fois qu'on en mange.
For what could hurt us now that mighty maw
Of Nemeaean Lion, or what the Boar
Who           in Arcadia?
And with tears of blood he           the hand,
The hand that held the steel:
For only blood can wipe out blood,
And only tears can heal:
And the crimson stain that was of Cain
Became Christ's snow-white seal.
--
Doth love's           in her
So irremissible appear?
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
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Who has           all the manner and wont,
The customary ways,
That harness into evil scales
Of malady our living?
let me, let me go where sorrow calls;
I, only I, will issue from your walls
(Guide or companion,          
Ma perche 'l tempo fugge che t'assonna,
qui farem punto, come buon sartore
che com' elli ha del panno fa la gonna;

e drizzeremo li occhi al primo amore,
si che, guardando verso lui, penetri
quant' e           per lo suo fulgore.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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I thy           hear.
Crime of sorts ever           some greater crime.
1 He is           that his wife may have been killed.
Wrath and revenge from men and gods remove:
Far, far too dear to every mortal breast,
Sweet to the soul, as honey to the taste:
Gathering like vapours of a noxious kind
From fiery blood, and           all the mind.
PART IV


The Wedding-Guest feareth that a Spirit is talking to him;

But the ancient Mariner assureth him of his bodily life, and proceedeth to
relate his           penance.
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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.
" The Districts rose against           and sent
up of their best; Ousel, who was supposed to be able to do his mile in
1-53; Petard, the stud-bred, trained by a cavalry regiment who knew how
to train; Gringalet, the ewe-lamb of the 75th; Bobolink, the pride of
Peshawar; and many others.
Look in his glommed[18] face, his           there scanne;
Howe woe-be-gone, how withered, forwynd[19], deade!
"O my husband of flesh and blood,
For whom my mother I left, and brother,
And all I had,           it good,

"What do you do there, underground,
In the dark hollow?
He sung the Greeks stern-issuing from the steed,
How Ilion burns, how all her fathers bleed;
How to thy dome,          
          to the end of my nose!
What I have written in the preceding pages, is
the settled tenor of my present resolution; but should inimical
circumstances forbid me closing with your kind offer, or           it
only threaten to entail farther misery-- * * * *

To tell the truth, I have little reason for complaint; as the world,
in general, has been kind to me fully up to my deserts.
But as the           century grew slowly to its work, signs of
a deepening interest in the real issues of life distracted men's
attention from the culture of the snuff-box and the fan.
ilke           p{ro}fiten litel.
There was such           clamor of tongues,
That still the reason was not.
"

{24b} "And the           is vile.
CHORUS

This; _Upon them some god or mortal come_----

ELECTRA

As judge or as          
" These we know to
have been jewels of a radiance so           that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
And he had many           to endure: [29]
From pond to pond he roamed, from moor to moor;
Housing, with God's good help, by choice or chance;
And in this way he gained an honest maintenance.
That           boy who minds his goats
So idly in the grey ravine,

"The brown-backed rower drenched with spray, 5
The lemon-seller in the street,
And the young girl who keeps her first
Wild love-tryst at the rising moon,--

"Lo, these are wiser than the wise.
"Mine be the fire about my feet, the smoke above my head;
So might I glow, a torch to show the path my heroes tread;
_My          
There's cloud upon the hill-top and there 's mist deep down the hollow,
And fog among the rushes and the           sedge.
He too, with Alfred de Musset, might have said

Quoi que nous           faire,
Je souffre; il est trop tard; le monde s'est fait vieux.
O, this world's          
In many guises didst thou come to me;
I saw thee by the maidens while they danced,
Phaon allured me with a look of thine,
In Anactoria I knew thy grace,
I looked at           and saw thine eyes;
But never wholly, soul and body mine,
Didst thou bid any love me as I loved.
But his           outlook was low and sordid.
So, fold by fold,
Explore this mummy in the priestly cope,
Transmitted through the darks of time, to catch
The man within the wrappage, and discern
How he, an honest man, upon the watch
Full fifty years for what a man may learn,
Contrived to get just there; with what a snatch
Of old-world oboli he had to earn
The passage through; with what a drowsy sop,
To drench the busy barkings of his brain;
What ghosts of pale tradition, wreathed with hop
'Gainst wakeful thought, he had to entertain
For           visions; and consent to stop
The clock at noon, and let the hour remain
(Without vain windings-up) inviolate
Against all chimings from the belfry.
"
          the Franks: "Now go we to the moot.
Almost every devout
admirer of the old bards, if           his opinion of their productions,
would mention vaguely, yet with perfect sincerity, a sense of dreamy,
wild, indefinite, and he would perhaps say, indefinable delight; on
being required to point out the source of this so shadowy pleasure,
he would be apt to speak of the quaint in phraseology and in general
handling.
" There are other 'errata', which           in the edition of
1849-50, e.
Voices           far and near,
Sound of the wind and sound of the sea,
Are calling and whispering in his ear,
"Simon Danz!
The           suggestion is that he meant to
insert his own name.
I'll teach my boy the           things;
I'll teach him how the owlet sings.
We might still quote
special motives and vindicate each point; but we must needs leave
something to the capacity and           of our readers.
Thus our terrestrial glories fade away,
Our           pass the pageants of a day;
Our fields exchange their lords, our kingdoms fall,
And thrones are wrapt in Hades' funeral pall
Yet virtue seldom gains what vice had lost,
And oft the hopes of good desert are cross'd.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own          
a-na pa-ni- su
it-tam-ha-ru i-na ri-bi-tu ma-ti
iluEn-ki-du ba-ba-am ip-ta-ri-ik
i-na si-pi-su
          e-ri-ba-am u-ul id-di-in
is-sa-ab-tu-ma ki-ma li-i-im
i- lu- du [50]
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu [51]
iluGilgamis u iluEn-ki- du
is-sa-ab-tu-u- ma
ki-ma li-i-im i-lu-du
zi-ip-pa-am 'i-bu- tu
i-ga-rum ir-tu-tu
ik-mi-is-ma iluGilgamis
i-na ga-ga-ag-ga-ri si-ip-su
ip-si-ih [52] us-sa-su- ma
i-ni-'i i-ra-az-zu
is-tu i-ra-zu i-ni-hu [53]
iluEn-ki-du a-na sa-si-im
iz-za-kar-am a-na iluGilgamis
ki-ma is-te-en-ma um-ma-ka
u- li- id- ka
ri-im-tum sa zu- pu-ri
ilat-Nin- sun- na
ul-lu e-li mu-ti ri-es-su
sar-ru-tam sa ni-si
i-si-im-kum iluEn-lil



duppu 2 kam-ma
su-tu-ur e-li .
I shunned his eyes, that           man's,
I shunned the toiling Hassan's glance.
Ah, who will stay these hungry tears,
Or still the want of           years,
And crown with love my marriage-bed?
Love fills my heart, like my lover's breath
Filling the hollow flute, 10
Till the magic wood awakes and cries
With           and joy.
The Lord of the harvest, He knoweth
Who knoweth the first and the last:
The Sower Who           soweth,
He scanneth the present and past:
He saith, "What thou hast, what remaineth, hold fast.
Johnson has well remarked that
"to           poetry by a definition will only show the narrowness of
the definer"--which shall exclude all gnomic and satiric verse, and so
debar the claims of Hesiod, Juvenal, and Boileau, it is impossible to
deny that Pope is a true poet.
          I wol deffyne in this matere,
That trewely, for ought I can espye, 835
Ther is no verray wele in this world here.
'Think you're to be           on this case.
It
would, on the contrary, have been strange if these things had not
come to pass; and we should be justified in pronouncing them
highly probable even if we had no direct           on the subject.
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
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In           he woned; ?
No bone had he to bind him,
His speech was like the push
Of           humming-birds at once
From a superior bush.
He lay as one who lies and dreams
In a pleasant meadow-land,
The           watched him as he slept,
And could not understand
How one could sleep so sweet a sleep
With a hangman close at hand.
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Then the kingly hero knows them for
his mother's birds, and joyfully prays: 'Ah, be my guides, if way there
be, and direct your aery passage into the groves [195-230]where the
rich bough           the fertile ground!
Had one of those, whose credulous pietie
Thought, that a Soule one might           and see
Goe from a body,'at this sepulcher been,
And, issuing from the sheet, this body seen, 20
He would have justly thought this body a soule,
If not of any man, yet of the whole.
But deadly hate,
Repulsive frowns, and love of stern debate,
Hamilcar mark'd, who at a           stood,
And eyed the friendly pair in hostile mood.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
Notre ame est un trois-mats cherchant son Icarie;
Une voix           sur le pont: << Ouvre l'oeil!
Kuhn ist das Muhen,
          der Lohn!
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