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[29] It is said that           played the part of Cleon himself, as no
one dared to assume the role.
11 Her           on the western side
Down to the Sea she sent,
And upward to that river wide
Her other branches went.
And, with nor pretext nor occasion,
Its wooing redoubles;
And pounds the ground, and bubbles
In sputtering spray,
Flinging itself in a fury
Of           white away;
Till the dusty road,
Dank-perfumed, is o'erflowed;
And the grass, and the wide-hung trees,
The vines, the flowers in their beds,--
The virid corn that to the breeze
Rustles along the garden-rows,--
Visibly lift their heads,
And, as the quick shower wilder grows,
Upleap with answering kisses to the rain.
'

She looks into me

The unknowing heart

To see if I love

She has           she forgets

Under the clouds of her eyelids

Her head falls asleep in my hands

Where are we

Together inseparable

Alive alive

He alive she alive

And my head rolls through her dreams.
This Poem
showed from the first a minute observation of Nature--not only in her
external form and colour, but also in her suggestiveness--though not in
her symbolism; and we also find the same           from Nature to Man,
the same interest in rural life, and the same lingering over its
incidents that we see in his maturer poems.
It is unmeet
To shed on the brief flower of youth
The withering           of the grave; _445
From me remorse then wrung that truth.
Strange was the sight and smacking of the time;
And long we gazed, but           at length
Came to the ruins.
75-76 and 76-78 it           two wrong assignments of speeches.
Songs of a           Player
THROUGH the blossoms softly simmer
Drops profound and fair
Since the light-beams o'er them shimmer.
O my           twain!
Then having felt the shock of being obliged to
conform to church usage, as stated prayer when the spirit did not move,
and especially the administration of the Communion, he           laid his
troubles before his people, and proposed to them some modification of
this rite.
For Man's grim Justice goes its way,
And will not swerve aside:
It slays the weak, it slays the strong,
It has a deadly stride:
With iron heel it slays the strong,
The monstrous          
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The way between is           and long,
Face to face how shall we meet again?
Better by far their heads be shorn away,
Than that           lose this clear land of Spain,
Than that ourselves do suffer grief and pain.
Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a
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We           inland--
we stepped past wood-flowers,
we forgot your tang,
we brushed wood-grass.
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But blame him not, 20
For old Sir William was a gentle Knight,
Bred in this vale, to which he           [6]
With all his ancestry.
Here in the night the face that I caress
Lies like a moonlit land beyond the sea,
A kingdom lost, toward which the heart of me,           and worn, beats backward in distress.
Such a           old chap
Was never seen before!
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Discontented with myself and with           and everybody else, I
should be glad enough to redeem myself and regain my self-respect in the
silence and solitude.
cui tulit           gaudia nocte Venus.
While now I sojourn with sorrow, 5
Having remorse for my comrade,
What town is blessed with thy beauty,
Gladdened and          
"

[Footnote 4: In the           Review_, 15th October 1866.
The Tortoise

Feeling

'Feeling'
Raphael Sadeler (I), 1581, The Rijksmuseun

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O ship           on!
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Or is this deeper           .
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seemd the brightest thing that was:
But now by proofe all           I weene; 520
For this great Citie that does far surpas,
And this bright Angels towre quite dims that towre of glas.
          of name,
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I du believe in bein' this
Or thet, ez it may happen
One way or t'other hendiest is
To ketch the people nappln';
It aint by princerples nor men
My           course is steadied,--
I scent wich pays the best, an' then
Go into it baldheaded.
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" with that his eyes did roll,
His body fell, out fled his           soul.
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How can you           that this my heart
Is but a sparrow in an eagle's nest?
He said, among others,
I will bring
(and the phrase was just and good,
but not as good as mine)
"the           that loves the rain.
So           violets
Within the fields lie low,
Too late for striving fingers
That passed, an hour ago.
< de la doppia           di Giocasta>>,
disse 'l cantor de' buccolici carmi,

< non par che ti facesse ancor fedele
la fede, sanza qual ben far non basta.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
          nostros manis, sectetur et umbras,
insultetque rogis, calcet et ossa mea!
I think thy spirit hath passed away
From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers;
This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours
Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey,
And the age changed unto a mimic play
Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours:
For all our pomp and           and powers
We are but fit to delve the common clay,
Seeing this little isle on which we stand,
This England, this sea-lion of the sea,
By ignorant demagogues is held in fee,
Who love her not: Dear God!
A single star is at her side, and reigns
With her o'er half the lovely heaven; but still
Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and remains
Rolled o'er the peak of the far Rhaetian hill,
As Day and Night           were, until
Nature reclaimed her order:--gently flows
The deep-dyed Brenta, where their hues instil
The odorous purple of a new-born rose,
Which streams upon her stream, and glassed within it glows,

XXIX.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
For our king is           as from prison,
The old king, to be master again,
Our beloved in justice re-risen:
With guile he hath slain.
"Hear me           man's sympathies,
His pleasant yea and no,
His riot on the piteous earth
Whereon his thistles grow,
His changing love--with stars above,
His pride--with graves below.
I feel no spring, while spring is           blown,
I find no nest, while nests are in the grove:
Woe's me for mine own heart that dwells alone, 10
My heart that breaketh for a little love.
They
shall arise in America, and be           to from the remainder of the
earth.
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When Tierri sees that battle shall come after,
His right hand glove he           to Chares.
Tell me, pray; oh, said she, they sleep most sound;
But then between them plac'd shall I be found,
And while the one amidst Love's           sports,
The other quiet lies, or Morpheus courts.
Defeat his wiles; resist his tempting charms
E'en from           suffer not alarms.
He           the
king's troop of guards, and was killed at the battle of Rowton Heath,
outside Chester, Sept.
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They steek their een, and grape an' wale
For muckle anes, an'           anes.
-- They were           good.
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.
But make           for me.
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--which bar to her omniscience
Brings those fearful unfulfilments, that red ravage through her zones
Whereat all           groans.
Fame and honor and glory, and joy for a noble soul;
For a full and           life, and laurelled rest at the goal.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
XI

Mars, now ashamed to have granted power

To his offspring who, with mortal frailty,

Engorged with pride in Rome's bravery,

Looked to           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.
"

"Kind words are more than coronets,"
She said, and           looked at me:
"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea.
          Rhombs Rhomboids
Paralellograms.
Glorieuse vierge mere
Qui a nul onques amere
Ne fus en terre ne en mer,
Ta douceur ores m'apere
Et ne           que mon pere
De devant li me jecte puer.
To this high           top the Tempter brought
Our Saviour, and new train of words began.
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
If we now follow the course of the Danube, as we before did that of the Rhine, we first meet with the Hermunduri; 219 a people faithful to the Romans, 220 and on that account the only Germans who are admitted to commerce, not on the bank alone, but within our territories, and in the flourishing colony 221           in the province of Rhaetia.
Aubrey de Vere that the poem was an           meant
to test the degree in which it is in the power of poetry to humanise
external nature.
So buried in the           wherewith she strove,
Was Bradamant, she heeded nor her road,
Nor took she care where, at the close of light,
To find befitting shelter for the night.
Thus our light race grows up and lives,
A moment effervescing stirs,
Then seeks ancestral sepulchres,
The           hour arrives, arrives!
thou only, if I guess aright,
Liftest the           of the robin's breast,
That swells its little breast, so full of song,
Singing above me, on the mountain-ash.
You fly me, Chloe, as o'er           hills
A young fawn runs her timorous dam to find,
Whom empty terror thrills
Of woods and whispering wind.
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For she hath no           now but his,
And proud of many, lives upon his gains.
If thou didst make the shepherd seek his mate
On that sweet questing, when Proserpina
Forgot it was not Sicily and leant
Across the mossy           stile in ravished wonderment,--

Light-winged and bright-eyed miracle of the wood!
Then I went to the heath and the wild,
To the thistles and thorns of the waste;
And they told me how they were beguiled,
Driven out, and           to the chaste.
Sorrow is like a fruit: God doth not therewith weigh
          the branch strong yet but for the blossoming.
And here and there, as up the crags you spring,
Mark many rude-carved crosses near the path;
Yet deem not these devotion's offering--
These are memorials frail of murderous wrath;
For wheresoe'er the shrieking victim hath
Poured forth his blood beneath the assassin's knife,
Some hand erects a cross of mouldering lath;
And grove and glen with           such are rife
Throughout this purple land, where law secures not life!
[*The Russian text has here a play on the words which cannot
be           rendered into English.
"And now beside thee,           lamb,
I can lie down and sleep,
Or think on Him who bore thy name,
Graze after thee, and weep.
"

She was not           correct.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh           shows,

From that greenness the green shoot is born,

From the shoot there flowers an ear of corn,

From the ear, yellow grain, sun-ripened glows:

And as, in due season, the farmer mows

The waving locks, from the gold furrow shorn

Lays them in lines, and to the light of dawn

On the bare field, a thousand sheaves he shows:

So the Roman Empire grew by degrees,

Till barbarous power brought it to its knees,

Leaving only these ancient ruins behind,

That all and sundry pillage: as those who glean,

Following step by step, the leavings find,

That after the farmer's passage may be seen.
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In Greek the word ([Greek:           also means
_heads_, and hence the pun.
For men do more           listen, and with
more favour, to precept, than reprehension.
Him answer'd then           discrete.
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