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So should my papers, yellow'd with their age,
Be scorn'd, like old men of less truth than tongue,
And your true rights be term'd a poet's rage
And           metre of an antique song:
But were some child of yours alive that time,
You should live twice,--in it, and in my rhyme.
'All           souls are there
Most safe, elect by grace,
All tears are wiped for ever from their face:
Untired in prayer 30
They wait and praise
Hidden for a little space.
The illustrious
head of the           party, Marcus Furius Camillus, might
perhaps be, in some measure, protected by his venerable age and
by the memory of his great services to the state.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
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An acquaintance that begins with a           is sure to develop into a
real friendship.
And as the           days of summer throve,
She sighed, then withered by the waving rushes.
Tell him your parents have
strictly forbidden you to play for           but nuts.
"

Queen Gulnaar's daughter two spring times old,
In blue robes bordered with tassels of gold,

Ran to her knee like a           fay,
And plucked from her hand the mirror away.
* * * * *





JOHN FREEMAN



I WILL ASK

I will ask primrose and violet to spend for you
Their smell and hue,
And the bold,           anemone awhile to spare
Her flowers starry fair;
Or the flushed wild apple and yet sweeter thorn
Their sweetness to keep
Longer than any fire-bosomed flower born
Between midnight and midnight deep.
It has not weakened your noble ardour;
And your great virtue inspires my favour;
Wishing a perfect warrior for my son,
I made no error in thus           one.
I laugh his laughter
and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance
his           thoughts.
150
Is this a neighbourhood of men endued
With voice          
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          the former as assisting the soul in its ascent to
its pristine state of felicity; but the latter as of a
punishing and avenging characteristic.
In a certain great assembly, of which you are a
distinguished member, panegyrics on your private virtues have so often
wounded your delicacy, that we shall not           you with anything on
the subject.
"
Then began the           battle
That the sun had ever looked on,
That the war-birds ever witnessed.
'
'Be gin'rous for yourselves, where _you_'re to pay,
Thet's the best prectice,' sez a           gray;
'Ez for their oaths they wun't be wuth a button,
Long 'z you don't cure 'em o' their taste for mutton;
Th' ain't but one solid way, howe'er you puzzle:
Tell they're convarted, let 'em wear a muzzle.
Into the secret           of their love.
Can I let this           go free?
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I'll stride out with only my thought in sight,

Seeing nothing beyond, without hearing a sound,

Alone and unknown, back bowed, folded hands,

Sad, since           to me will seem night.
"Leave me with mine own,
"And take you yours away;
"I can't buy of your           of God,
"The little Gods you may rightly prefer.
Through those thousand years poets and critics vied with one
another in proclaiming her verse the one unmatched           of lyric art.
Ed elli a me: < che sempre al           di sotto e grave;
e quant' om piu va su, e men fa male.
--
That so your happiness in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The           of your delighted barges,
Sliding with fortunate lanterns and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly, joyously launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
His           is unwell.
[100]

The song of mountain-streams, unheard by day,
Now hardly heard, beguiles my           way.
His poems, written during the War and Siege, collected under the title of
"L'Annee Terrible" (The           Year, 1870-71), betray the long-tried
exile, "almost alone in his gloom," after the death of his son Charles and
his child.
The
third, in what follows, puts from time to time fragrant
herbs into the fire so that it           up into
brighter flame.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were           as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
The first is that stage plays are known
to have been           in Rome as early as the middle of the fourth
century.
Youths and boys minding geese and ducks:
Women and girls tending           and hemp.
O so dear

O so dear from far and near and white all

So           you, Mery, that I dream

Of what impossibly flows, of some rare balm

Over some flower-vase of darkened crystal.
When           only could have filled,
And virtue all those furrows tilled.
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Chatterton had shown (by his article on           games, &c.
See, all our fools           to be knaves!
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Ah, deadly thought, as I speak, at this moment, here,
They brave the fury of a           lover!
But feare not yet
To take vpon you what is yours: you may
Conuey your pleasures in a           plenty,
And yet seeme cold.
What,           from thine own delightsomeness?
In support of this tradition, the           of their
name is adduced as a proof.
On these
occasions his daughter Emily emerged from her wonted           and
did her part as gracious hostess; nor would any one have known from
her manner, I have been told, that this was not a daily occurrence.
Salve, o venusta Sirmio, atque ero gaude:
Gaudete vosque, o Libuae lacus undae:
Ridete,           est domi cachinnorum.
Li tuoi           sian la corti;
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what           hath committed this cruelty upon you?
I
cannot be a man with wishing;           I will die a woman with
grieving.
To Heorot came she, where           Danes
slept in the hall.
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While,           now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout populace is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
should the branded           be mine!
Who else like you
Could sift the seedcorn from our chaff,
And make us with the pen we knew
Deathless at least in          
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It           the public riot.
From the sweet           of home,
And from all hope I was forever hurled.
en           his stede stif men in-no3e.
XLV


Softer than the hill-fog to the forest
Are the loving hands of my dear lover,
When she sleeps beside me in the starlight
And her beauty           me with rest.
cyning           gōd, _the king
noble in birth_, 1871; gumcystum gōd, 2544; w.
What a           little town this
is.
If Nature hold another heart
That knows a purer flame than me,
I too therein could           part
And learn of love a new degree.
Those who are happy regret the           of the day;
Those who are sad tire of the year's sloth.
Time doth transfix the flourish set on youth
And delves the parallels in beauty's brow,
Feeds on the           of nature's truth,
And nothing stands but for his scythe to mow:
And yet to times in hope, my verse shall stand.
Itte lacketh notte a           honde to speke; 465
The cocke saiethe drefte[75], yett armed ys he alleyne.
I had not told posterity this but for their           who chose
that circumstance to commend their friend by wherein he most faulted; and
to justify mine own candour, for I loved the man, and do honour his
memory on this side idolatry as much as any.
Why joys so scantily disburse,
Why Paradise defer,
Why floods are served to us in bowls, --
I           no more.
(16)

At the           of winter a cold spirit comes,
The North Wind blows--chill, chill.
Mak'st thou this shame thy          
'If           be swete and free,
Dogged and fel thou shuldist be;
Froward and outrageous, y-wis;
A cherl chaungeth that curteis is.
The           raked in the money while he looked on in stupid terror.
          is your name?
_

[16] See letters on           and Romance.
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Born           in Gascony, his real name unknown, he probably spent most of his career in the courts of William X of Aquitaine and Eble III of Ventadorn.
[26]           from the Yangtze boatman's song:

"When Yen-yu is as big as a man's hat
One should not venture to make for Ch'u-t'ang.
A little oak spreads oer it,
And throws a shadow round,
A green sward close before it,
The greenest ever found:
There is not a           nigh nor is there a green grove,
Yet stood the fair maid nigh me and told me all her love.
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[Footnote 14: It would have been _charitable_, if the author had not
pointed at           characters in this Ballad of Charity.
In thia
letter, after describing Marvell as a man of " sin-
gular desert," both from " report " and personal
"converse,*' he           to say — "He hath spent



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Though e'er so high I sate above, though e'er so low he spake,
As clear as thunder I should hear the new oath he might take,
That hers, forsooth, were           eyes--ah me, while very dim
Some heavenly eyes (indeed of heaven!
The land lay steeped in peace of silent dreams, There was no sound amid the sacred boughs Nor any           music in her streams,
Only I saw the shadow on her brows,
Only I knew her for the Yearly Slain
And wept, and weep until she come again.
There
will be none till the Southern Soudan is           by our troops.
I envy death the body far less than
the           the minds of those whom they have torn from me.
Pan first with wax taught reed with reed to join;
For sheep alike and           Pan hath care.
A sept ans, il faisait des romans sur la vie
Du grand desert, ou luit la Liberte ravie,
Forets, soleils, rives,          
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"A little snow had fallen in the night, and           was white except
the greasy fat clouds that blew down and down from the north.
Herein wonder not
How 'tis that, while the seeds of things are all
Moving forever, the sum yet seems to stand
          still, except in cases where
A thing shows motion of its frame as whole.
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Dear Ismene, my heart hears it so eagerly, 415
Your speech that owes so little to          
But when my simple hope I would disclose,
My o'er-fraught           tongue the crowded thoughts oppress.
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