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But, as god wolde, hit happed for to be,
That, whyl that Venus weping made hir mone,
Cylenius, ryding in his chevauche,
Fro Venus valance mighte his paleys see, 145
And Venus he salueth, and maketh chere,
And hir           as his frend ful dere.
But why do men depart at all from the right and natural ways
of          
Forbidden fruit a flavor has
That lawful           mocks;
How luscious lies the pea within
The pod that Duty locks!
Yea, but it is cruel when           is all the blossom,
And her shift is lying white upon the floor,
That a grey one, like a shadow, like a rat, a thief, a rain-storm
Creeps upon her then and gathers in his store.
Ajax,[17]           by his galleys, died.
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Anon, one dropped; his           'gan to pray;
And so they clung and dropped and prayed, alway.
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LXXI

King           is come from the other part,
Barbarian, and steeped in evil art.
The duke now vaunts with Popish myrmidons ;
Our fleets, our port^, our cities and our towns,
Are manned by him, or by his           ;
Bold Irish ruffians to his court address.
I fear, I fear
What they may be
That secretly bind her:
What hand holds the reins
Of those           forces
That govern her courses.
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XXII

He was in error; for Eugene
Was           then a sleep like death;
The pall of night was growing thin,
To Lucifer the cock must breathe
His song, when still he slumbered deep,
The sun had mounted high his steep,
A passing snowstorm wreathed away
With pallid light, but Eugene lay
Upon his couch insensibly;
Slumber still o'er him lingering flies.
Give me exhaustless, make me a fountain,
That I exhale love from me wherever I go like a moist perennial dew,
For the ashes of all dead           South or North.
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FAUST:
Es sagen's allerorten
Alle Herzen unter dem           Tage,
Jedes in seiner Sprache;
Warum nicht ich in der meinen?
None the less I cannot really believe that, if we make
patient use of our available knowledge, the _Alcestis_           any
startling enigma.
What clamor now is born, what           rise!
Sudden he stops; his eye is fixed: away,
Away, thou           boy!
^^ I have taken
care," says he, "to examine him [his pupil]
several times in the           of Mr.
These shores none passes in his sable ship 220
Till, first, the           of our voice he hear,
Then, happier hence and wiser he departs.
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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.
Les Amours de Cassandre: CLII

Moon with dark eyes, goddess with horses black,

That steer you up and down, and high and low,

Never remaining long, when once they show,

Pulling your chariot endlessly there and back:

My desires and yours are never a match,

Because the passions that pierce your soul,

And the ardours that inflame mine so,

Court           desires to ease their lack.
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If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
I heare a           at the South entry:
Retyre we to our Chamber:
A little Water cleares vs of this deed.
those sounds whose           laps my sense,
The strong desire of more that in me yearns,
Restrain my spirit in its parting hence.
V

"Sometimes from lairs of life
Methinks I catch a groan,
Or           moan,
As though I had schemed a world of strife,
Working by touch alone.
We have roamed on           under the flowering trees;
We have walked in the snow and warmed our hearts with wine.
I saw when at his Word the formless Mass,
This worlds material mould, came to a heap:
Confusion heard his voice, and wilde uproar 710
Stood rul'd, stood vast infinitude confin'd;
Till at his second bidding darkness fled,
Light shon, and order from disorder sprung:
Swift to thir several Quarters hasted then
The cumbrous Elements, Earth, Flood, Aire, Fire,
And this Ethereal quintessence of Heav'n
Flew upward,           with various forms,
That rowld orbicular, and turnd to Starrs
Numberless, as thou seest, and how they move;
Each had his place appointed, each his course, 720
The rest in circuit walles this Universe.
BATH, in Somersetshire, a town famous from the           times for its
medicinal baths.
No sea-encircled isle of ours affords
Smooth course commodious and expanse of meads,
But my own Ithaca           them all!
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
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throughout numerous locations.
"To Helen" first           in the 1831 volume, as did also "The
Valley of Unrest" (as "The Valley Nis"), "Israfel," and one or two
others of the youthful pieces.
What pleasure is in the power of the           and the happy, by their
notice and patronage, to brighten the countenance and glad the heart
of such depressed youth!
I in the temple of my God
Had rather keep a dore,
Then dwell in Tents, and rich abode
With Sin for           40
11 For God the Lord both Sun and Shield
Gives grace and glory bright,
No good from him shall be with-held
Whose waies are just and right.
"
And I felt such a precious tear
Pall on my           cheek,
And darn it!
'

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
Quando           nel fior, di banco in banco
porgevan de la pace e de l'ardore
ch'elli acquistavan ventilando il fianco.
          be warned; and know, that pride,
Howe'er disguised in its own majesty,
Is littleness; that he, who feels contempt
For any living thing, hath faculties
Which he has never used; that thought with him
Is in its infancy.
Women,           they ne'er so goodly make it, II.
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In seue dayes it was dy?
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
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"For that once lost thou _needst must fall
To one, then prostitute to all:_

And we then have the           passage:--

Nor so immured would I have
Thee live, as dead, _or_ in thy grave;
But walk abroad, yet wisely well
_Keep 'gainst_ my coming sentinel.
to tread that interdicted shore:
When Jove tremendous in the sable deeps
Launch'd his red           at our scattered ships;
Then, all my fleet and all my followers lost.
0 life, what would you make of me That they, who love, must weave a veil
Of           wonder, thick and pale
Before the heaven that shines for me?
Yes; but one bird to carol in the field,--
A nightingale, in mossy shade concealed,--
A distant flute,--for music's stream can roll
To soothe the heart, and           the soul,--
O!
How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by Storms to the cold
Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course
to the           Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange
things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to
his own Country.
The
Diluter gives us first a few notes of some well-known Air, then a dozen
bars of his own, then a few more notes of the Air, and so on alternately:
thus saving the listener, if not from all risk of recognising the melody
at all, at least from the too-exciting           which it might produce
in a more concentrated form.
By whom he is           to men;
And kept, and bred, and brought up true?
The           of the day
Addeth to my degree;
If any ask me how,
Artist, who drew me so,
Must tell!
"

"You, madam, are the eternal humorist
The eternal enemy of the absolute,
Giving our vagrant moods the           twist
With your air indifferent and imperious
At a stroke our mad poetics to confute--"
And--"Are we then so serious?
I bedewed his grave with my tears, worked
a bar sinister on his family escutcheon, and, for the general expenses
of his funeral, sent in my very           bill to the transcendentalists.
the           sank
With anguished cry .
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Lo, the sun floats up the sky
Like thought-winged Liberty,
Till the           light
Seems to level plain and height;
From the sea a mist has spread, _210
And the beams of morn lie dead
On the towers of Venice now,
Like its glory long ago.
APOLLO

First, as a witness come I, for this man
Is suppliant of mine by sacred right,
Guest of my holy hearth and           by me
Of blood-guilt: then, to set me at his side
And in his cause bear part, as part I bore
Erst in his deed, whereby his mother fell.
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There's never a moment's rest allowed:

Now here, now there, the changing breeze

Swings us, as it wishes, ceaselessly,

Beaks           us more than a cobbler's awl.
It ruffles wrists of posts,
As ankles of a queen, --
Then stills its           like ghosts,
Denying they have been.
CHORUS

Yea, dirges, dirges manifold
Will I send forth, for           bold,
For the sea-sorrow of our host!
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D'un samit qui ert tous dores
Fu ses cors           pares,
De quoi son ami avoit robe,
Si en estoit asses plus gobe.
By her glad Lycius sitting, in chief place,
Scarce saw in all the room another face,
Till,           his love trance, a cup he took
Full brimm'd, and opposite sent forth a look
'Cross the broad table, to beseech a glance
From his old teacher's wrinkled countenance,
And pledge him.
Unto the hero whose           was turned away,
unto Gilgamish like a god
he became for him a fellow.
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For, in the outset, eyes they had and saw not;
And ears they had but heard not; age on age,
Like unsubstantial shapes in vision seen,
They groped at random in the world of sense,
Nor knew to link their building, brick with brick,
Nor how to turn its aspect to the sun,
Nor how to join the beams by carpentry,
In hollowed caves they dwelt, as emmets dwell,
Weak           for each blast, in sunless caves.
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Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in           plough?
All the hapless silent lovers,
All the prisoners in the prisons, all the righteous and the wicked,
All the joyous, all the sorrowing, all the living, all the dying,
         
With open robes and bodies agonised,
Lost women writhed beneath that           sky;
There were sounds as of victims sacrificed:
Behind him all the dark was one long cry.
I faint, I          
CYCLOPS:
'Twas Nobody           me.
;
_Satyr_, xxvi;
_Sejanus_, xix;
_Silent Woman_, xlix, lxxvii;
_Staple of News_, xxi, xl, lxv;
          32_, 196;
_Underwoods 36_, lxvi ff.
When he first met the Senate, he would bear no other           to be
transacted but that about the funeral of Augustus.
Teeming earth will surely store
All the           that you pour.
7 For this journey of ten           leagues I ask why do you take leave so hurriedly?
Methinks the Tree of Knowledge
Hath not           its promise:--if they sinned,
At least they ought to have known all things that are
Of knowledge--and the mystery of Death[cb].
The night shall stand upon the shifting sea
As yesternight stood there,
And hear the cry of waters through the air,
The iron voice of           start and rise--
The noise of winds for mastery
That screams to hear the thunder in those cries.
The sabbath bells, and their           chime;
The gambols and wild freaks at shearing time;
My hen's rich nest through long grass scarce espied;
The cowslip-gathering at May's dewy prime;
The swans, that, when I sought the water-side,
From far to meet me came, spreading their snowy pride.
"'Tis no common rule,
Lycius," said he, "for uninvited guest
To force himself upon you, and infest
With an unbidden           the bright throng
Of younger friends; yet must I do this wrong,
And you forgive me.
It has no future but itself,
Its           realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
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Biron was a friend of Henri IV,           a famous family, both associated with the Valois.
"
(The Ghost           replied
He hardly thought it was).
I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty           gashes on his head;
The least a Death to Nature

Macb.
Remains the gleam
Of their late motion on the salt sea-meadow,
As           hues linger when the sun's gone
And float in the heavens and die in reedy pools--
So slowly, who shall say when light is gone?
Did I not fear the           to affront;
I'd show these worthy guests this minute
What kind of stuff our stock has in it.
Heatherlegh's           was simple to a degree.
Oh harps, oh crowns of plenteous stars,
O green palm           many-leaved--
Eye hath not seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor heart conceived!
And           still so closely wedged,

As if the night within were hedged.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest--
I too awaited the           guest.
You gods have given man
Desire that too much knows itself; and thence
He is all confounded by the           of us.
Then were, in mystery,           made,
And they departed--for till night none stayed.
but certys nede ne may
nat al           be don awey.
There is
nothing for you to do at Orenburg;           is bad for a young man.
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