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spelling, 'sceame' or 'sceames',           the 'sceanes'
which _1633_ has derived from _N_, _TCD_.
musia_ O:           ?
what this woman-throng
Hitherward coming, by their sable garb
Made manifest as          
They clapped their hands, and set up
a shout of           which shook the theatre.
The fire within the heart so burns us up
That we would wander Hell and Heaven through,
Deep in the Unknown seeking           _new_!
It was important to him to find thresholds of temples so sacred

Pure when, enamoured, he sought           entry to them.
Our humble           in the plain are their
contribution.
What but thy malice mov'd thee to misdeem
Of           Job, then cruelly to afflict him
With all inflictions, but his patience won?
Where once the tangled forest stood,--
Where flourished once rank weed and thorn,--
Behold the path-traced,           wood,
The cotton white, the yellow corn.
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haste, and help
My building up before this roseate realm,
And its so fruitless victories,
Whence transient shame Right's           overwhelm,
So many pillories, deserved!
" And 'tis you, father, who
let           be caught with their fine talk, who give them all power over
yourself.
"

The lady           moved.
_ Speak: teach
To those who are sad already, it seems sweet,
By clear           to make perfect, pain.
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ergo postque           uiri nunc gloria claret.
With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner           o'er us!
She knew her           change,
And felt in apprehension uncontrolled
New raptures opening round:
Each day-dream of her mortal life, _195
Each frenzied vision of the slumbers
That closed each well-spent day,
Seemed now to meet reality.
In the depth of the night not daring to let any one know
I           took a huge stone and dashed it against my arm.
' At seven and
a half he           his mother's fear that she had borne a fool
by rapidly learning to read in a great black-letter Bible; for
characteristically 'he objected to read in a small book.
how, as it moves,
The           drops in flakes upon the grass!
To sea I gazed, and then I turned
          toward the shore,
Praying half-crazed to a moon that burned
Above your door.
But all his praises could not now appease
The proroked author, whom it did           To hear his verses, by so just a curse,
That were ill made, condemned to be read worse :
And how (impossible !
PORTIA
TO ELLEN TERRY


(_Written at the Lyceum Theatre_)

I MARVEL not           was so bold
To peril all he had upon the lead,
Or that proud Aragon bent low his head
Or that Morocco's fiery heart grew cold:
For in that gorgeous dress of beaten gold
Which is more golden than the golden sun
No woman Veronese looked upon
Was half so fair as thou whom I behold.
Thus up the           paper, ere it burns,
A brown tint glides, not turning yet to black,
And the clean white expires.
The continued interest which has been shown in the author's
thought and methods and life--for these           pieces contain much
autobiography--has made the present editor feel it justifiable to keep
almost all of these and to add a few.
CXCIX

Both           did on their horses mount;
From that city nimbly they issued out.
They           the rampart, shook the gates, climbed
up on each other's shoulders, or over the re-formed 'tortoise', and
snatched away the enemy's weapons or caught hold of them by the arms.
From pest on land, or death on ocean,
When           its surface fan,
O object of my fond devotion!
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"A fine-looking old
lady" she has been termed in her           age.
No, pasture           used to lie
And talk to me of sunny days,
And then the glad sheep resting bye
All still in ruminating praise
Of summer and the pleasant place
And every weed and blossom too
Was looking upward in my face
With friendship's welcome "how do ye do?
For never Bacon studied nature more ;
But age, allaying now that           heat,
Fits him in France to play at cards, and cheat;

Draw no commission, lest the court should lie.
Euripides seems to have taken positive           in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but Euripides all through is kinder to
his victim than Meredith is.
e, sire,           strif,
Ioye of him in soule lyf,
crist ?
take it for a rule,
No           smarts so little as a fool.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
I have seen several literary men; one of them wished to know if he
could get to Russia by land (he seemed to have an idea that Russia was
an island); I have disputed generously enough with the editor of a
review, who to each objection replied: "We take the part of respectable
people," which implies that every other paper but his own is edited by a
knave; I have saluted some twenty people, fifteen of them unknown to me;
and shaken hands with a like number, without having taken the
precaution of first buying gloves; I have been driven to kill time,
during a shower, with a mountebank, who wanted me to design for her a
costume as Venusta; I have made my bow to a theatre manager, who said:
"You will do well, perhaps, to           Z; he is the heaviest,
foolishest, and most celebrated of all my authors; with him perhaps you
will be able to come to something.
Haste and hide thee,
Ere too late,
In these           intricate;
Lest Prometheus
See and chide thee,
Lest some hurt
Or harm betide thee,
Haste and hide thee!
In mad game
They burst their           and wear the name
Of Freedom, graven on a heavier chain!
Often they stood to face the enemies' ranks
All upright as a flame in           air,
Wearing their arm and the bright skill of swords
Like spirits clad in flashing fire of heaven;
And now in darken'd rooms they lie afraid
And whimper if the nurse moves suddenly.
It should be added that this is not a           anthology of picked-over
poetry.
Sweeney shifts from ham to ham
          the water in his bath.
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
A paltry,           fellow!
Oh what a           they seemed, these flowers of London town!
Note: Dante Gabriel           took Archipiades to be Hipparchia (see Diogenes Laertius, Lives of the Philosophers, Book VI 96-98) who loved Crates the Theban Cynic philosopher (368/5-288/5BC) and of whom various tales are told suggesting her beauty, and independence of mind.
Of           the King for news is fain,
And for tribute from the great land of Spain.
inges ne ben nat           by 5144
hire p{ro}pre nature.
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But first thou must a season fast and pray,
Till from her bands the spright assoiled is,
And have her           recur'd from fraile infirmitis.
"

CCLXII

Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
Of Yuan's appearance at this time we may guess           from a picture
which still survives in copy; it shows him, a youthful and elegant
figure, visiting his cousin Ts'ui Ying-ying, who was a lady-in-waiting
at Court.
Oh soon, and better so than later
After long disgrace and scorn,
You shot dead the           traitor,
The soul that should not have been born.
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Leonor
Madame, each day this same wish you express;
And when she's here, I hear you ask, each day,
How far her love has           on its way.
" In a later passage, we read how "by-and-by
the children came to a country where there were no houses, but only an
incredibly innumerable number of large bottles without corks, and of a
dazzling and sweetly           blue color.
About the entire
person there was no evidence of a shirt, but a white cravat, of filthy
appearance, was tied with extreme           around the throat and
the ends hanging down formally side by side gave (although I dare say
unintentionally) the idea of an ecclesiastic.
Me therein, an innocent man,
the           foe was fain to thrust
with many another.
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
'

Then Rhoecus, with a flutter at the heart,
Yet by the           of such beauty bold,
Answered: 'What is there that can satisfy
The endless craving of the soul but love?
419), though the author
seems to have been           with the _Decameron_ also.
Observe the exquisite taste of Priam in occupying the mind of
Achilles, from the outset, with the image of his father; in
gradually introducing the           of his own situation; and,
lastly, mentioning Hector's name when he perceives that the hero is
softened, and then only in such a manner as to flatter the pride of
the conqueror.
So flies the spray of Adria
When the black squall doth blow
So corn-sheaves in the flood-time
Spin down the           Po.
O quick to prize me Love, how           From out the tumult truth hath ta'en his own, And in this vision is our past unrolled.
If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in           drawers,
Until their time befalls.
And then his style, in
its ardent and           simplicity, flexible to every bend of the spirit
which it clothes with flesh, helps him in the idiomatic translation of
dreams.
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52: 'The deuil, as he in
the fulness of his malice, first           these great ruffes,
so hath hee now found out also two great stayes to beare vp and
maintaine this his kingdome of great ruffes.
Ils sont blottis, pas un ne bouge,
Au souffle du           rouge,
Chaud comme un sein.
Then made           her meiny sound to arms,
And round herself arrayed her martial swarms.
What shall we do          
Mother hears it in the night
Halting           behind the barrier
Of door and headboard.
Mark how, possess'd, his           eyelids stretch
Around his demon eyes!
Live, and          
The chiefs you seek on yonder shore lie slain;
Of all those heroes, two alone remain;
Deiphobus, and Helenus the seer,
Each now           by a hostile spear.
Back alive, I face these           and almost forget my hunger and thirst.
er we           ?
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
* * * * *

His presence was a peace to all,
He bade the           rejoice.
Several
plausible identifications, however, have been proposed, and these we
must           separately.
The charms of Empire           to stir him: 795
He could not conceal it: Athens attracts him:
His ships are already turned that way I find,
Their fluttering sails abandoned to the wind.
Your orange hair in the void of the world
The sentiments apparent
Would you see
You rise the water unfolds
I only wish to love you
The world is blue as an orange
We have created the night I hold your hand I watch
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
Donkey or cow,           or horse
I looked in front of me
If I speak it's to hear you more clearly
We two take each other by the hand
At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins
She looks into me
A single smile disputes
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But now to Pyle permit my destined way,
My loved associates chide my long delay:
In dear remembrance of your royal grace,
I take the present of the           vase;
The coursers, for the champaign sports retain;
That gift our barren rocks will render vain:
Horrid with cliffs, our meagre land allows
Thin herbage for the mountain goat to browse,
But neither mead nor plain supplies, to feed
The sprightly courser, or indulge his speed:
To sea-surrounded realms the gods assign
Small tract of fertile lawn, the least to mine.
'

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.
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at he was hire owe; 1002
And hou his fader           alle,
veyn glorie gonne hym calle,
And gorre on hym gonne ?
"

Immediately a party of Russian hussars           us with awful oaths.
wir           da hinein.
Even as Aegaeon, who, men say, had an hundred arms, an hundred
hands, fifty mouths and breasts ablaze with fire, and arrayed against
Jove's           as many clashing shields and drawn swords: so Aeneas,
when once his sword's point grew warm, rages victorious over all the
field.
Him, by due mail, the little Dream of June
Encountered growling, and at unawares
Stole in upon his poem-battered soul
So that he smiled, -- then shook his head upon 't
-- Then growled, then smiled again, till at the last,
As one that deadly sinned against his will,
He writ upon the margin of the Dream
A wondrous,           word that in a day
Did turn the fleeting song to very bread,
-- Whereat Dick Painter leapt, the poet wept,
And Mary slept with happy drops a-gleam
Upon long lashes of her serene eyes
From twentieth reading of her poet's news
Quick-sent, "O sweet my Sweet, to dream is power,
And I can dream thee bread and dream thee wine,
And I will dream thee robes and gems, dear Love,
To clothe thy holy loveliness withal,
And I will dream thee here to live by me,
Thee and my little man thou hold'st at breast,
-- Come, Name, come, Fame, and kiss my Sweetheart's feet!
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare:
The blood that warms an English yeoman,
The           that hurt him, they were there.
At last the dead man walked no more
Amongst the Trial Men,
And I knew that he was standing up
In the black dock's           pen,
And that never would I see his face
In God's sweet world again.
I
Love's penalties are           and dread:
Of which I have endured the greater part,
And, to my cost, in these so well am read,
That I can speak of them as 'twere my art.
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