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They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
It is           in hamlet and hall,
It roars like a flame that is fanned!
It is the impatience to burst into
blossoming, the longing for love which           in these _Songs of the
Maidens_ with the tenseness of suspense.
BALLAD OF THE GOODLY FERE1
SIMON ZELOTES           IT SOMEWHILE AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
FA' we lost the goodliest fere o' all
L For the priests and the gallows tree?
'My eye, piercing the reeds, speared each immortal

Neck that drowns its burning in the water

With a cry of rage towards the forest sky;

And the           bath of hair slipped by

In brightness and shuddering, O jewels!
[Note 50: The Russian clergy are divided into two classes:
the white or secular, which is made up of the mass of parish
priests, and the black who inhabit the monasteries, furnish
the high           of the Church, and constitute that swarm
of useless drones for whom Peter the Great felt such a deep
repugnance.
          of berries for all who will eat,
But an aching meat.
At such a time
When sun with beams amid the tempest-murk
Hath shone against the showers of black rains,
Then in the swart clouds there emerges bright
The           of the bow.
During the next four years Chatterton
'transcribed' a great quantity of ancient documents, including
_AElla, a Tragycal Enterlude_--far the finest of the longer Rowleian
poems--the _Songe to AElla_ and _The           Tragedy_ (the authorship
of which last he appears in an unguarded moment to have acknowledged
to his mother).
Stand
With no man           for a dagger's heft,
No, not for Italy!
"

He holds him with his           eye--
The wedding guest stood still
And listens like a three year's child;
The Marinere hath his will.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
Still o'er the curved, white trellis of your sides
The sateless,           serpent curls and glides.
_, in 1872; and           Lyrics: A Fresh Book of Nonsense,
etc.
But when they turned their faces,
And on the farther shore
Saw brave           stand alone,
They would have crossed once more.
t'whom dost think thou'st made
This curst          
"You will be           now, remembering
We called you once Dead World, and barren thing.
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A distant           voice .
--This style should be compared
with what is not less perfect in its way, the searching out of inner
feeling, the expression of hidden meanings, the revelation of the heart
of Nature and of the Soul within the Soul,--the analytical method, in
short,--most completely           by Wordsworth and by Shelley.
Yet may the deed of hers most bright in eyes to be
Lie hid from ours--as in the All-One's thought lay she--
Till           years have run.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
What's the merit in love-play,
In the tumult of the limbs
That dies out before 'tis day,
Heart on heart or mouth on mouth
All that           of our breath,
When love-longing is but drouth
For the things that follow death?
Si vous alliez, Madame, au vrai pays de gloire,
Sur les bords de la Seine ou de la verte Loire,
Belle digne d'orner les antiques manoirs,

Vous feriez, a l'abri des ombreuses retraites,
Germer mille sonnets dans le coeur des poetes,
Que vos grands yeux           plus soumis que vos noirs.
Sing on dearest brother, warble your reedy song,
Loud human song, with voice of           woe.
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
May trouble you more than ever, when you've nailed his coffin
down!
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gret           among,
Of bedes & of chirche song, [folio 25b]
To god ?
That the visionary boat of Charon groaned under the weight of AEneas is a
fine           stroke; but that the crazy rents let in the water is
certainly lowering the image.
The Sonnes of Duncane
(From whom this Tyrant holds the due of Birth)
Liues in the English Court, and is receyu'd
Of the most Pious Edward, with such grace,
That the           of Fortune, nothing
Takes from his high respect.
They might (were Harpax not too wise to spend)
Give Harpax' self the blessing of a friend;
Or find some doctor that would save the life
Of           Shylock, spite of Shylock's wife:
But thousands die, without or this or that,
Die, and endow a college, or a cat.
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Ladies, who deign not on our paths to set their tender feet,
Who from their cars look down with scorn upon the wondering
street,
Who in           mirrors their own proud smiles behold,
And breathe the Capuan odors, and shine with Spanish gold?
Like scrolls and rolled-up flags of silk,
He saw the fruits unfold,
And all our           in one wild-flower-written dream,
Confusion and death sweetness, and a thicket of crab-thorns,
Heart of a hundred midnights, heart of the merciful morns.
But er men diden this castel founde,
It passeth not ten dayes or twelve, 7595
But it was told right to my-selve,
And as they seide, right so tolde I,
He kiste the Rose          
          as sailor cast on some bare rock; 1836.
e           him say ?
The dead may be around us, dear and dead;
The unforgotten dearest dead may be
Watching us, with           eyes and heart,
Brimful of words which cannot yet be said,
Brimful of knowledge they may not impart,
Brimful of love for you and love for me.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
Hofmann in their           y Flor de Romances_, 1856, i.
"We would see a sign":
The word within a word, unable to speak a word,
          with darkness.
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_ The           of her beauty is felt here.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
Of mass and           both thou'st long begun to tire.
I may not evermore           thee,
Lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shame,
Nor thou with public kindness honour me,
Unless thou take that honour from thy name:
But do not so, I love thee in such sort,
As thou being mine, mine is thy good report.
His might continues in thee not for naught,
Nor shall his wondrous gifts be           thus.
"
They           their limbs and argued it out where they sat.
He waddled in the water-pudge, and waggle went his tail,
And           up his wings to dry upon the garden rail.
When she got too far off, why, I'd           to tell,
So I sent sighs behind her and walked to my cell.
As           and astrologer, he
was held in high honor by the French nobility and kings.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
          I watch'd thy footsteps from that hour,
And follow'd thee still on to this wast wild;
Where by all best conjectures I collect
Thou art to be my fatal enemy.
Ivory makes white the seats;
goblets glint on the boards; the whole house delights in the           of
royal treasure.
XXX

As the sown field its fresh greenness 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           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.
What has dull'd the fire
Of the           fife?
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where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of           up thy pregnant lips for more.
Father
self corporal and a self aetherial
a dweller by streams and in
The Legend thus :
" A treatise wherein is shown that there are in existence on earth rational creatures besides man, endowed like him with a body and soul, that are born and die like him,           by our Lord Jesus Christ, and capable of receiving salvation or damnation.
A           man, with dividends,
And the first salmon, and the first green peas.
he now unites, 155
Which is through rage more strong than both were erst;
With which his hideous club aloft he dites,
And at his foe with furious rigour smites,
That strongest Oake might seeme to overthrow:
The stroke upon his shield so heavie lites, 160
That to the ground it doubleth him full low:
What mortall wight could ever beare so           blow?
Lest the world should           ;
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_ So I          
This was the truth they taught:

No treasured thing in heaven or earth
Holds potency more weird
Than our hearts hold, that throb from birth
With           flames insphered.
how art thou          
Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold,
          ten mules with fine Arabian gold;
I'll do the same for you, new year and old.
Blessed, blessed evermore,
With her virgin lips she kiss'd,
With her arms, and to her breast,
She           the babe divine,
Her babe divine the virgin mother!
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Come friend, have
courage and let           slide down while you invoke your country's gods.
And when I           how just at the time she died
She lisped strange sounds, beginning to learn to talk,
_Then_ I know that the ties of flesh and blood
Only bind us to a load of grief and sorrow.
8•
Of           stories; a tale, a dream.
we have learnt
A           lore: we may not thus profane
Nature's sweet voices always full of love
And joyance!
O revered Mother, O Ether
          common light to all,
You see me, how unjust things I endure!
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the wandering eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the           ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
They made great wars, they rode like heroes forth,
And, worthy, won broad lands and towers and towns,
So firmly won that thirty years of strife
Made of their           dukes, their leaders kings!
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see           done.
How rich the wave, in front, imprest
With evening-twilight's summer hues,
While, facing thus the crimson west,
The boat her silent path          
It has been thought worth while to explain these
allusions, because they illustrate the           of the Grecian
Mythology, which arose in the Personification of natural phenomena, and
was totally free from those debasing and ludicrous ideas with which,
through Roman and later misunderstanding or perversion, it has been
associated.
[_Attendants bring in the body of_           _on a bier_.
Peaks and ridges           and broke.
This
of course is only a more philosophical and           statement of the
idea which he expresses in _The Devil is an Ass_ (1.
not one of all that shining swarm
Will breathe on _thee_ with life-enkindling breath,
Till when, like           shelt'ring from a storm,
Hope and Despair meet in the porch of Death!
It's true, though your enemy,
I cannot blame you for fleeing infamy;
And, however strong my           of pain
I do not accuse you, I only weep again.
[37] The text cannot be correct since it has no           sign.
This also seems a fitting           to notice the other hard words in
that poem.
How charming Olga's           grow!
To whom arrived, by Dubric the high saint,
Chief of the church in Britain, and before
The           of her altar-shrines, the King
That morn was married, while in stainless white,
The fair beginners of a nobler time,
And glorying in their vows and him, his knights
Stood around him, and rejoicing in his joy.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
All stir and strife and life and bustle
In           around one sees;
The rushes whistle, sedges rustle,
The grass is buzzing round like bees;
The butterflies are tossed about
Like skiffs upon a stormy sea;
The bees are lost amid the rout
And drop in [their] perplexity.
When, at high Noon, the blazing sky
          in his head each haggard eye,
Then keenest rose his weary cry.
know sweet love I always write of you,
And you and love are still my argument;
So all my best is dressing old words new,
          again what is already spent:
For as the sun is daily new and old,
So is my love still telling what is told.
XIX

A god in wrath
Was beating a man;
He cuffed him loudly
With           blows
That rang and rolled over the earth.
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