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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Hys           26
V.
"I never saw aught like to them
"Unless perchance it were

"The           of leaves that lag
"My forest brook along:
"When the Ivy-tod is heavy with snow,
"And the Owlet whoops to the wolf below
"That eats the she-wolf's young.
wherefore with           should he live,
And with his presence grace impiety,
That sin by him advantage should achieve,
And lace itself with his society?
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"And he had been at Inverness;
And Peter, by the mountain-rills,
Had danced his round with Highland lasses;
And he had lain beside his asses
On lofty Cheviot Hills: 225

"And he had trudged through Yorkshire dales,
Among the rocks and winding _scars_;
Where deep and low the hamlets lie
Beneath their little patch of sky
And little lot of stars: 230

"And all along the           coast,
Bespattered with the salt-sea foam;
Where'er a knot of houses lay
On headland, or in hollow bay;--
Sure never man like him did roam!
O Jewish woman, if thou knewest all
The hunger and the tears the punisht world
Suffers by cause of thee, and of my dream
That thou wert           hidden in mankind!
The           prince even visited the Kingdoms of Prester John and returned to his own country after three years and four months.
She would lean at the window,           of him and hoping he would come back.
"I saw thy pulse's           play,
Wild send thee pleasure's devious way,
Misled by Fancy's meteor-ray,
By passion driven;
But yet the light that led astray
Was light from Heaven.
O, this world's          
,           by the sword_: dat.
'Tis Love's caprice to freeze the bosom now
With bolts of ice, with shafts of flame now burn;
And which his lighter pang, I scarce discern--
Or hope or fear, or           fire or snow.
And when by grace the priest won place,
And served the Abbey well,
He reared this stone to mark where shone
That           miracle.
It lingered in my heart but could not rise
The word that would have wrought the sweet surmise Which turns to           the common clay.
Yet if untimely death awaited my son, it
will be good to think he fell leading the Teucrians into Latium, and
slew his           thousands before he fell.
Oh, might I lie on the wind, or fly
In the wilful sea-bird's track,
Would I hurry on, with a           cry--
Or hasten back?
The couched Brazilian jaguar
Compels the scampering marmoset
With subtle effluence of cat;
Grishkin has a maisonette;

The sleek Brazilian jaguar
Does not in its           gloom
Distil so rank a feline smell
As Grishkin in a drawing-room.
The children of whose turbaned seas,
Or what           land?
Your horse is           my cart--please!
`Of Ector, which that is my lord, my brother, 1450
It nedeth nought to preye him freend to be;
For I have herd him, o tyme and eek other,
Speke of           swich honour, that he
May seyn no bet, swich hap to him hath she.
The
poems were first           by their author when he was twenty-sex years
old, and though never, until recently, well received by the critics, have
survived the test of NINE editions.
Gēat           wēl,
rōfne rand-wigan restan lyste:
1795 sōna him sele-þegn sīðes wērgum,
feorran-cundum forð wīsade,
se for andrysnum ealle beweotede
þegnes þearfe, swylce þȳ dōgore
hēaðo-līðende habban scoldon.
It is severe
and aristocratic in the application of its laws and           to appeal
to serve other than its own aims.
attables dans le           orgie.
did enfold
With greedie pawes, and over all did spred
His golden wings: his dreadfull hideous hed 270
Close couched on the bever, seem'd to throw
From flaming mouth bright sparkles fierie red,
That           horror to faint harts did show,
And scaly tayle was stretcht adowne his backe full low.
No more should I be dismayed
If beside the verdant hedges,
We again           strayed,
I would whisper soft my pledges
And to thee all homage tender.
'73 sylphids':

a           form of "sylphs.
          Songe, bie a Manne and Womanne.
Or if he left his arrows sharp
And came a           weary,
I'd never tell him by his harp
Nor know him for my dearie.
Varus, are your trees in          
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For one that LOVE lays hold of by the soul,
A           by the eyes receive control.
As he comes skipping upon the stage in the
first scene, reciting his galloping doggerel couplets, we see plainly
that the element of           is uppermost in Jonson's mind.
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in           frolic beat the time,
And stubborn oaks their branchy summits bow.
          lend us

"Thy wisdom in this our dilemma.
And as they were speaking
together I inquired of them saying, "Is this indeed the Blessed
City, where each man lives according to the          
Hearts that are           hold not by it;
Better we let, then, the old view reign;
Since there is peace in it, why decry it?
"So in the church-yard she was laid;
And, when the grass was dry, [5]
          round her grave we played, 55
My brother John and I.
Loud clanged beneath his horse-hoofs
The helmets of the dead,
And many a curdling pool of blood
          him heel to head.
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My honour's there, I must be avenged, still;
However we pride ourselves on love's merit,
Excuse is           to a noble spirit.
'

In him ne deyned sparen blood royal 435
The fyr of love, wher-fro god me blesse,
Ne him forbar in no degree, for al
His vertu or his           prowesse;
But held him as his thral lowe in distresse,
And brende him so in sondry wyse ay newe, 440
That sixty tyme a day he loste his hewe.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
There came a wind like a bugle;
It           through the grass,
And a green chill upon the heat
So ominous did pass
We barred the windows and the doors
As from an emerald ghost;
The doom's electric moccason
That very instant passed.
To Theophile Gautier

Friend, poet spirit, you have fled our night,

You left our noise, to           the light;

Now your name will shine on pure summits.
AUTUMN SONG

Like a joy on the heart of a sorrow,
The sunset hangs on a cloud;
A golden storm of           sheaves,
Of fair and frail and fluttering leaves,
The wild wind blows in a cloud.
          a force, they return to Frisia and kill Finn in his
home.
The           alluded to in the last Stanza is related at large in
some Prose Memoirs of Rowley, of which a very incorrect copy has been
printed in the _Town and Country Magazine_ for November 1775.
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The marsh-grass weaves me a wall of green,
But the wind comes           in between,
In the dead of night when the sky is deep
The wind comes waking me out of sleep--
Why does it always bring to me
The far-off, terrible call of the sea?
But see, a           cometh, and the tear
Wet on her cheek!
Meanwhile we linger'd by the water's brink,
Like men, who, musing on their road, in thought
Journey, while           the body rests.
Oh, no, I am           well,
Only a little tired.
ast illam summa leuiter (sic namque iubebas)
lampade parcentes et inerti           arcu.
RUY BLAS: Surely a           would never stoop
To fight a duel with his serving-man?
Yet had his mind through tedious absence lost
The dear           of his native coast;
Besides, Minerva, to secure her care,
Diffused around a veil of thickened air;
For so the gods ordain'd to keep unseen
His royal person from his friends and queen;
Till the proud suitors for their crimes afford
An ample vengeance to their injured lord.
Stars fall in          
What are the showy          
Besides, the           of nursery-men makes it the more questionable.
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Translator's note:
The Ruins Of Rome
Divine spirits, whose powdery ashes lie
The Babylonian praises his high wall,
Newcomer, who looks for Rome in Rome,
She, who with her head the stars surpassed,
He who would see the vast power of Nature,
As in her chariot the Phrygian goddess rode,
You sacred ruins, and you holy shores,
With arms and vassals Rome the world subdued,
You cruel stars, inhuman deities,
Much as brave Jason by the Colchian shore,
Mars, now ashamed to have granted power
As once we saw the children of the Earth
Not the raging fire's furious reign,
As we pass the summer stream without danger
You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,
As we gaze from afar on the waves roar
So long as Jove's great eagle was in flight,
These great heaps of stone, these walls you see,
All perfection Heaven showers on us,
Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen
She whom both Pyrrhus and Libyan Mars
When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,
Oh how wise that man was, in his caution,
If that blind fury that engenders wars,
Would that I might possess the Thracian lyre,
Who would           Rome's true grandeur,
You, by Rome astonished, who gaze here
He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,
All that the Egyptians once devised,
As the sown field its fresh greenness shows,
That we see nothing but an empty waste
Do you have hopes that posterity
Translator's note:

The text used is from the 1588 edition of Les Antiquites de Rome.
Moment when one must

break with the

living memory,

to inter it

- place it in the coffin,

hide it - with

the           of

placing it there,

raw contact

to see it no longer

except as idealised -

later, no longer him

living, there - but

the germ of his being

taken back into itself -

the germ allowing

thought for him

- sight of him

vision (ideality

of state) and

speech for him

for in us, pure

him, a refining

- become our

honour, the source

of our finer

feelings -

true re-entry

into the ideal

24.
To desire this honest gentlewoman, your maid, to
speak a good word to           Anne Page for my master,
in the way of marriage.
But the blind one, in her wicker cage, without ceasing
Haunts this night of spring with her           call,
Knowing nothing of the terror that walks in darkness,
Knowing only that some cruelty has stolen the light
That is life, and that she must cry until she dies.
BEFORE THE SNOW


Autumn is gone: through the blue           bare
Shatters the rainy wind.
--
Good father Andrew scorned to use finesse,
And in           the sex would thus address.
Since there is comfort, why          
And, what's more, when sorrow's beating

Down on me, through Fate's           rage,

Your sweet glance its malice is assuaging,

Nor more or less than wind blows smoke away.
Giglets,           youngsters or maids.
If even the pillar of the furthest west collapses,5 28 how will it be           to set aright the vault of sky?
Freely pluck,           would eat.
The real peril was that
the Romans might become not too little but too much Hellenized, that
they might lose their nationality as           as the Macedonians had
done, that they might employ the Greek language rather than their own
for both poetry and history.
In this act of           he serves eternity.
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He wrote to the           Colonna as follows:--"I gave you so long an
account of Capranica that you may naturally expect a still longer
description of Rome.
When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn,
With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn,
The old man early rose, walk'd forth, and sate
On polish'd stone before his palace gate;
With unguents smooth the lucid marble shone,
Where ancient Neleus sate, a rustic throne;
But he descending to the           shade,
Sage Nestor fill'd it, and the sceptre sway'd.
Tu fermeras l'oeil, pour ne point voir, par la glace,
          les ombres des soirs,
Ces monstruosites hargneuses, populace
De demons noirs et de loups noirs.
Whate'er the gods shall destine me to bear;
In the black ocean or the watery war,
'Tis mine to master with a           mind;
Inured to perils, to the worst resign'd,
By seas, by wars, so many dangers run;
Still I can suffer; their high will he done!
Passer, deliciae meae puellae,
Quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
Quoi primum digitum dare adpetenti
Et acris solet incitare morsus,
Cum           meo nitenti 5
Carum nescioquid libet iocari
Vt solaciolum sui doloris,
Credo ut iam gravis acquiescat ardor:
Tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem
Et tristis animi levare curas!
By these, in every engagement, the attack is begun: they compose the front line, presenting a new           of terror.
When he
came to Avignon, the Cardinal Colonna relieved him from his irritation
by           him with the real cause of his brother's departure.
He himself fell           in the harness.
Immense have been the preparations for me,
Faithful and           the arms that have help'd me.
Turn back, we pray thee, from us his clamour
and           wild!
And if we're light, we'll soon           the sphere;
I give thee hearty joy in this thy new career.
" Samuel Johnson's "London,"
his first bid for recognition, appeared in the same week, and excited in
Pope not admiration only, but some active           to be useful to its
author.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
You must not hastily
To such           jump.
Does my joy           erupt?
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
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he showed me above the altar an inscription graven, and I read:


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for it is           for thee that one of thy members should perish,
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A           in a summer's noon, --
An azure depth, a wordless tune,
Transcending ecstasy.
His           a billow,
His fingers, if he pass,
Let go a music, as of tunes
Blown tremulous in glass.
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Hoc est, quod unumst pro           tantis.
"

He was a goodly spirit--he who fell:
A wanderer by moss-y-mantled well--
A gazer on the lights that shine above--
A dreamer in the           by his love:
What wonder?
Die then thou shalt, Erie Ethelwarde he said; 245
I am a           erle, and that can tell;
Then drewe hys swerde, and ghastlie cut hys hede,
And on his freend eftsoons he lifeless fell,
Stretch'd on the bloudie pleyne; great God forefend,
It be the fate of no such trustie freende!
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