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Where our desire is got without content:
'Tis safer, to be that which we destroy,
Then by destruction dwell in           ioy.
The fountain sang and sang
The things one cannot tell;
The dreaming           stirred
And the gleaming dew-drops fell.
es better weren;           ?
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
My neighbour, a tall and slender young Cossack, with a           face,
poured me out a bumper of brandy, which I did not touch.
Contrast Sansloy's rude treatment of Una with the chivalrous respect
and           always shown by a true knight to woman.
He           the fleet at the Islands.
"You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;
"They called me the           girl.
What cloud o'er           lowers,
I care not, I.
When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to           press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And fragrant oils with ceremony meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and themselves in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
Those gods you           weep will return!
In things of great receipt with ease we prove
Among a number one is reckon'd none:
Then in the number let me pass untold,
Though in thy store's account I one must be;
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold
That nothing me, a           sweet to thee:
Make but my name thy love, and love that still,
And then thou lov'st me for my name is 'Will.
In truth, to state the           of the country at that time, the people wondered very much why it was that Fin selected such a windy spot for his dwelling house, and they even went so far as to tell him as much.
I got
angry; I was           to the marker who scored for us.
"

"Why, no," said he; "perhaps I should
Have stayed another minute--
But still no Ghost, that's any good,
Without an           would
Have ventured to begin it.
Canzon : Nor doth God's light match light shed over me The           thy caught sunlight is about me thrown,
Oh, for the very ruth thine eyes have told, Answer the rune this love of thee hath taught me.
I claim the lot, and arm with joy;
Be mine the           of this chief of Troy.
The annual occasion once past, she withdrew again into her seclusion,
and except for a very few friends was as           to the world as if
she had dwelt in a nunnery.
A           life and worse death they'll win,

A grievous time, whether far or near;

And Saracen, Turk, Persian, Paynim,

Who, more than all, found you to dread,

Will grow in pride and power instead.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
, by Lewis Carroll

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' All this she
said vehemently,           him with her bright eyes.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
LADY:
If I be sure I am not           now, _125
I should not doubt to say it was a dream.
          out
Qualm to the heart of the quiet, horn and shout
Causing the solemn wood to reel with rout.
Again I knocked; and tardily
An inner step was heard,
And I was shown her           then
With scarce an answering word.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
YOUTH AND AGE


Verse, a breeze mid           straying,
Where Hope clung feeding, like a bee--
Both were mine!
Nothing is more painful to me than to come across virtue in a person in
whom I have never           its existence.
Like fowl that haunt the floods, they sink, they rise,
Now lost, now seen, with shrieks and           cries;
And strive to gain the bark, but Jove denies.
"And I for truth, -- the two are one;
We           are," he said.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged           I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every blackening church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
, _begged you a long time that you_, 1995;           bæd
hlāford sīnne, _begged his lord for protection_ (acc.
At length have done
With these soft sorrows; rather tell
Of Caesar's trophies newly won,
And hoar Niphates' icy fell,
And Medus' flood, 'mid conquer'd tribes
Rolling a less presumptuous tide,
And Scythians taught, as Rome prescribes,
Henceforth o'er           steppes to ride.
We must           him.
Own to light, love, attraction,

O pearls the sea mingles with its great masses,

O           birds of the forest's sombre ocean!
Is there           of this destiny left, or no?
"Be not          
"`We'll touch at every chimney-top
(An           Track, of course),
Then, as we whisk you by, you'll drop
Each package down: just think, the force

"`You'll save, the time!
XLIV

There when the Elfin knight arrived was,
The first and chiefest of the seven, whose care
Was guests to welcome,           him did pas: 390
Where seeing Mercie, that his steps upbare,
And alwayes led, to her with reverence rare
He humbly louted in meeke lowlinesse,
And seemely welcome for her did prepare:
For of their order she was Patronesse, 395
Albe Charissa were their chiefest founderesse.
*The list of           Personae which does not appear in the
original has been added for the convenience of the reader--
A.
Contrivèd joy
Is sex in life; and by no other thing
Than by a perfect sundering, could life
Change the dark stream of           joy
To perfect praise of itself, the glee that loves
And worships its own Being.
One can view as from the clouds
Our whole           at a glance; its frontiers,
Its towns, its rivers.
Old           tree, thou'st seen time's changes lower,
Though change till now did never injure thee;
For time beheld thee as her sacred dower
And nature claimed thee her domestic tree.
          him gesǣlde, þæt þæt swurd þurhwōd
wrǣtlīcne wyrm, þæt hit on wealle ætstōd,
dryhtlīc īren; draca morðre swealt.
XXXVIII

Then gan they sprinckle all the posts with wine,
And made great feast to solemnize that day; 335
They all perfumde with frankencense divine,
And           odours fetcht from far away,
That all the house did sweat with great aray:
And all the while sweete Musicke did apply
Her curious skill, the warbling notes to play, 340
To drive away the dull Melancholy;
The whiles one sung a song of love and jollity.
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Thou fliest me,           one, fliest me far,
My Adonis, and seekest the Acheron portal,--
To Hell's cruel King goest down with a scar,
While I weep and live on like a wretched immortal,
And follow no step!
And thus they give the time, that Nature meant
For peaceful sleep and           snores,
To ceaseless din and mindless merriment
And waste of shoes and floors.
Edu-
cation is           and formal.
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age, it seems to be generally accepted within the scientific community, and it seems most reasonable to us, that former           of “nature or nurture” are no longer thought of in “either/or” terms.
No: let my Greeks, unmoved by vain alarms,
Once more           shine in brazen arms.
It seemed that from the remotest seat _65
Of the white mountain's waste
To the bright flower beneath our feet,
A magic circle traced;--

A spirit           around,
A thinking, silent life; _70
To momentary peace it bound
Our mortal nature's strife;--

And still, it seemed, the centre of
The magic circle there,
Was one whose being filled with love _75
The breathless atmosphere.
Hath he the Many's           found more sweet
Than Wisdom?
A bird, by chance, that goes that way
Soft           the whole.
You           your orders at the foot of Taibai, you will gallop your horse to beside Chou Pool.
)
Cold Cloud, but yesterday
Thy lightning slew a child at play,
And then a priest with prayers upon his lips

For his enemies, and then a bright
Lady that did but ope the door
Upon the           night
To let a beggar in, -- strange spite, --
And then thy sulky rain refused to pour

Till thy quick torch a barn had burned
Where twelve months' store of victual lay,
A widow's sons had earned;
Which done, thy floods with winds returned, --
The river raped their little herd away.
By Saint Lazarus, more          
* * * *
Namque tuo adventu vigilat           semper.
Par la lune d'ete           eclairee,
Debout, nue, et revant dans sa paleur doree
Que tache le flot lourd de ses longs cheveux bleus,
Dans la clairiere sombre ou la mousse s'etoile,
La Dryade regarde au ciel silencieux.
The gulphing whale was like a dot in the spell,
Yet look upon it, and 'twould size and swell
To its huge self; and the           fish
Would pass the very hardest gazer's wish,
And shew his little eye's anatomy.
139 His domestic offices are           by his own wife and children.
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God




In the ancient days, when the first quiver of speech came to my lips,
I ascended the holy           and spoke unto God, saying, "Master,
I am thy slave.
His           seldom,
His laughter like the breeze
That dies away in dimples
Among the pensive trees.
The official release date of all Project           eBooks is at
Midnight, Central Time, of the last day of the stated month.
A proof, old traitor, of thy          
"
His           asked him.
The ladies of the corridor
Find           involved, disgraced,
Call witness to their principles
And deprecate the lack of taste

Observing that hysteria
Might easily be misunderstood;
Mrs.
I Do confess thou art sae fair,
I was been o'er the lugs in luve,
Had I na found the           prayer
That lips could speak thy heart could muve.
GEORGIAN POETRY



1920-1922




EDITED BY SIR EDWARD MARSH




TO ALICE MEYNELL




The Poetry Bookshop
35           St.
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Then as the she-he sensed limbs were void of manly strain
And sighted freshly shed a-ground spot of ensanguined stain,
Snatched she the timbrel's legier load with hands as snowdrops white,
Thy timbrel, Mother Cybebe, the firstings of thy rite,
And as her tender finger-tips on bull-back hollow rang 10
She rose a-grieving and her song to           comrades sang.
When you speak
best unto the purpose, it is not worth the wagging of your
beards; and your beards deserve not so           a grave as to
stuff a botcher's cushion or to be entomb'd in an ass's
pack-saddle.
Violet now, in veil on veil of evening
The hills across from           grow dreamy and far;
A wood-thrush is singing soft as a viol
In the heart of the hollow where the dark pools are;
The primrose has opened her pale yellow flowers
And heaven is lighting star after star.
1896):

          .
Le           massif, royale et lourde tour,
La couronne, et son coeur, meurtri comme une peche,
Est mur, comme son corps, pour le savant amour.
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Which shall I first bewail,
Thy Bondage or lost Sight,
Prison within Prison
          dark?
so that's what was           me so!
There are howling shells below me, and my           bombs reply.
Who           will never be.
The tongues of violins,
(I think O tongues ye tell this heart, that cannot tell itself,
This           yearning heart, that cannot tell itself.
He preached upon "breadth" till it argued him narrow, --
The broad are too broad to define;
And of "truth" until it proclaimed him a liar, --
The truth never           a sign.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
And thou, O land of Pherae,          
Oft as I hear thee, wrapt in           art,
The massive message of Beethoven tell
With thy ten fingers to the people's heart
As if ten tongues told news of heaven and hell, --
Gazing on thee, I mark that not alone,
Ah, not alone, thou sittest: there, by thee,
Beethoven's self, dear living lord of tone,
Doth stand and smile upon thy mastery.
It was in your cup I drank intoxication,

When they saw me praying at Iacchus' feet,

And from your           eyes' secret lightening,

For the Muses made me one of the sons of Greece.
Do you know he promis'd me          
Silent he Urizeneye'd the Prince * {In the gap after this stanza, several           of erased lines appear:
.
If it be thy           let us rather cast
a lot.
No man doth bear his sin,
But many sins
Are           as a cloud about man's way.
The crowd dwindled away;           disappeared.
These things he admires on the shield of Vulcan, his mother's gift, and
rejoicing in the           of unknown history, lifts on his shoulder
the destined glories of his children.
The give against the take, O husband, place;
And, as 'twas granted thee, so grant me grace:

CXLIII
" `And be there peace between us, and accord
That all be to           consigned;
Nor thee I of thy fault by deed or word,
Nor me of mine, henceforward thou remind!
[_Enter Clytemnestra,           by maidens bearing purple robes.
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Thus jovial they; but nought the prince replies;
Full on his sire he roll'd his ardent eyes:
Impatient           to flesh his virgin-sword;
From the wise chief he waits the deathful word.
What old December's           everywhere!
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