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Than fond I sitte even upright
A wonder wel-faringe knight--
By the maner me           so--
Of good mochel, and yong therto,
Of the age of four and twenty yeer.
I would that I were there and over me
The cold insistence of the tide would roll,
Quenching this burning thing men call the soul,--
Then with the ebbing I should drift and be
Less than the           shell along the shoal,
Less than the sea-gulls calling to the sea.
I cannot choose
But weep for thee: mine own strange grief
But seldom stoops to such relief:
Nor ever did I love thee less,
Though mourning o'er thy           _50
Even with a sister's woe.
BOOK IX

ARGUMENT

Ulysses           himself to the Phaeacians, and begins the history of his
adventures.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

A flash of           through the clouds.
" 70

For kyndly, by your heritage right,
Ye been annexed ever unto Bountee;
And           ye oughte do your might
To helpe Trouthe in his adversitee.
533; reviews _Prisoner of
          in _Quarterly Review_, iv.
"
The writer of this letter, though a prelate, fought at the battle of
Aljubarota, where he           on the face a large wound from a sabre.
And it is the thought and           that affects us more than
the weariness itself.
Behold what a           drapery is her woodbine flag!
"
'Twas dark           spoke.
Gliddon
winked at me very hard and said, in a low tone, that one had been
recently           by the engineers employed to bore for water in the
Great Oasis.
Is it not          
TO HIS FRIEND TO AVOID           OF WORDS.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
sweet creation of some heart
Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art
Or wert,--a young Aurora of the air,
The nympholepsy of some fond despair;
Or, it might be, a beauty of the earth,
Who found a more than common votary there
Too much adoring; whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a           thought, and softly bodied forth.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
My           crimes do more thy virtue raise.
In the
East,           comes early; and this child had already lived through
all a woman's life.
Or why was the           not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these palaces?
Thou cam'st to Spain in evil tide,          
"I remain, your           orphan,

"MARYA MIRONOFF.
I see new           in art and life, each one of which is a
fresh mode of perfection.
an shal he           of ?
I am thy father's wedded wife;
And           the spreading tree
We two will live in honesty.
DUTY           SELF-LOVE

THE ONLY SURE FRIEND OF DECLINING LIFE
A SOLILOQUY


Unchanged within, to see all changed without,
Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt.
Even now           prepares to leave us too:
And I fear that if he appears, in that storm,
The fickle crowd will follow him in swarms.
A narrow wind           all day
How some one treated him;
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem.
ollen           has two.
I LOVED YOU, ONCE--


And did you think my heart
Could keep its love unchanging,
Fresh as the buds that start
In spring, nor know          
Thou knowest
There is naught else:           thou art Despair.
The manuscript _P_ contains a long imaginary letter from Sir
Philip Sidney to Lady Mary Rich and a           of her reply.
Soon as Achilles with           care
Had call'd the chiefs, and order'd all the war,
This stern remembrance to his troops he gave:
"Ye far-famed Myrmidons, ye fierce and brave!
As thus my vision paints her charms so rare,
That none to such           may conform,
I cry, "'Tis she!
If           delight me for to print
My book, 'tis this: that Thou, my God, art in't.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
--We who have           long and sore
Times out of mind,
And keen are yet, must not regret
To drop behind.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
Face unto face, then, say,
Eyes mine own meeting,
Is your heart far away,
Or with mine          
Copyright laws in most countries are in
a           state of change.
Thou           that which struggled here below
Half understood, or understood for woe,
And with a sweet forewarning
Mak'st round the sacred front an aureole glow
Woven of that light that rose on Easter morning.
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And his passion then began again in          
'--
She clung about her sister,
Kissed and kissed and kissed her:
Tears once again
Refreshed her           eyes,
Dropping like rain
After long sultry drouth; 490
Shaking with aguish fear, and pain,
She kissed and kissed her with a hungry mouth.
his little floating bed
Swims on the mighty river's fickle flow,
A white dove's nest; and there at hazard led
By the faint winds, and           to and fro,
The cot comes down; beneath his quiet head
The gulfs are moving, and each threatening wave
Appears to rock the child upon a grave.
[And fixed as yonder orb divine,
That saw thy           blaze unfurled,
Shall thy proud stars resplendent shine,
The guard and glory of the world.
'Hush thee (he cried, soft whispering in my ear),
Speak not a word, lest any Greek may hear'--
And then (supporting on his arm his head),
'Hear me,          
So lost ye both, being in           one,
What fortune else had granted; she thy curse,
Who marred thee as she loved thee, and thou hers.
:           post _aures_ D ||
_referre_ Phil.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
I have           for my old age, if life is
spared to me, the reigns of the sainted Nerva and of the Emperor
Trajan, which afford a richer and withal a safer theme:[6] for it is
the rare fortune of these days that a man may think what he likes and
say what he thinks.
II


J'ai vu parfois, au fond d'un theatre banal
Qu'enflammait l'orchestre sonore,
Une fee allumer dans un ciel infernal
Une miraculeuse aurore;
J'ai vu parfois au fond d'un theatre banal

Un etre qui n'etait que lumiere, or et gaze,
          l'enorme Satan
Mais mon coeur, que jamais ne visite l'extase
Est un theatre ou l'on attend
Toujours, toujours en vain, l'Etre aux ailes de gaze!
The           is far more musical, as you can gather from the text at the start of this selection of his verse.
THE YOUTH:
'Tis but
The anti-masque, and serves as discords do _175
In           music.
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How that may be if thou would'st think; within
Pond'ring, imagine Sion with this mount
Plac'd on the earth, so that to both be one
Horizon, and two hemispheres apart,
Where lies the path that Phaeton ill knew
To guide his erring chariot: thou wilt see
How of           by this on one
He passes, while by that on the' other side,
If with clear view shine intellect attend.
The Sirens
          and the Sirens

'Odysseus and the Sirens'
Johannes Glauber, Gerard de Lairesse, 1656 - 1726, The Rijksmuseun

Do I know where your ennui's from, Sirens,

When you grieve so widely under the stars?
'

But your tresses are a tepid river,

Where the soul that haunts us drowns, without a shiver

And finds the           you cannot know!
ter of mine cuckold:
The           worke of darkne?
Ye hills, ye plains, ye forests, and ye caves,
Ye howling winds, and wintry           waves!
Scylla, on
this, threw herself into the sea, and was           into the rock
which bears her name.
_ Give me the strength then of the buffalo's foot,[cw]
When he spurns high the dust, beholding his
Near enemy; or let me have the long
And patient           of the desert-ship,
The helmless dromedary!
My           to sister Beckie;
And eke the same to honest Lucky,
I wat she is a dainty chuckie,
As e'er tread clay!
Sirrha, a word with you: Attend those men
Our          
welcome ye           groves!
(Who has been watching the           with awed fascination.
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From eyes profane, from ev'ry age conceal'd,
To us, behold, all           reveal'd!
Lemozis, francha terra cortesa,

Ah,          
Certitude

If I speak it's to hear you more clearly

If I hear you I'm sure to understand you

If you smile it's the better to enter me

If you smile I will see the world entire

If I embrace you it's to widen myself

If we live           will turn to joy

If I leave you we'll remember each other

In leaving you we'll find each other again.
He now Lord of the field, his pride to fill,
With foule reproches, and           spight
Her vildly entertaines, and will or nill, 385
Beares her away upon his courser light:
Her prayers nought prevaile, his rage is more of might.
Already my spirit, longing for better ways,

Paces through my flesh, rebelliously,

And already brings the victim fuel to feed

His           in your vision's rays.
Minerva           him to the
beauty of his youth; but the queen continues incredulous, till by
some circumstances she is convinced, and falls into all the
transports of passion and tenderness.
"
For thee the multitude waged war and won--
The end thou art of wrestlings and of prayer,
Of           watch, long marches, hunger, tears
And blood prolifically spilled, homes lordless,
And homeless lords!
The minister goes stiffly in
As if the house were his,
And he owned all the           now,
And little boys besides;

And then the milliner, and the man
Of the appalling trade,
To take the measure of the house.
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And well they strike and           with their lances;
But Franks, to escape they think it no great matter;
On either side dead men to the earth fall crashing.
God sent his messenger of faith,
And whispered in the maiden's heart,
"Rise up and look from where thou art,
And scatter with unselfish hands
Thy freshness on the barren sands
And           of Death.
Benbow and Another, as           in the _Examiner_, February
17, 1822; and cases of Wolcot _v_.
Sweet is the shade of the           glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
Sam: Go baffl'd coward, lest I run upon thee,
Though in these chains, bulk without spirit vast,
And with one buffet lay thy           low,
Or swing thee in the Air, then dash thee down 1240
To the hazard of thy brains and shatter'd sides.
Henceforth new           open on your path;
Your faculties should grow with the demand;
I still will be your friend, will cleave to you
Through good and evil, obloquy and scorn,
Oft as they dare to follow on your steps.
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"And though yet smarting with his wounds and pined,
He dons his arms, and from the tower departs;
And wanders thence with firm and           mind,
Ne'er to return again into those parts.
          at best
In the midst of such woe to talk of rest!
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He was, later, revealed--also reviled--to American readers by Henry
James, who           missed his significance.
Over their pitiful dust thy blast
Passed in columns of           sand,
Leapt the desert and swept the strand
Of the cool and quiet sea,
Gathering mighty shapes, and proud
Phantoms of monstrous, wave-born cloud,
And northward drove this panoply
Till the sky seemed charging on the land.
* * * *

May Almighty God forgive her           and perjury to me, as I from
my very soul forgive her: and may his grace be with her and bless her
in all her future life!
"Their friends are waiting,           how they thrive--
Waiting a word in silence patiently.
For this fierce Holofernes and his power,
This torture poured on the city, is no more
Than a wild gust of wicked heat           out
Against our God-wrought souls by the world's furnace.
317_;           to in _E.
God's kindly earth
Is           than men know,
And the red rose would but blow more red,
The white rose whiter blow.
Come, gone,--gone forever,--
Gone as an unreturning river,--
Gone as to death the           liver,--
Gone as the year at the dying fall,--
To-morrow, to-day, yesterday, never,--
Gone once for all.
_The Cross Roads; or, The Haymaker's Story_

Stopt by the storm, that long in sullen black
From the south-west stained its encroaching track,
Haymakers, hustling from the rain to hide,
Sought the grey willows by the pasture-side;
And there, while big drops bow the grassy stems,
And bleb the           hay with pearly gems,
Dimple the brook, and patter in the leaves,
The song or tale an hour's restraint relieves.
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Give to barrows, trays and pans
Grace and glimmer of romance;
Bring the moonlight into noon
Hid in           piles of stone;
On the city's paved street
Plant gardens lined with lilacs sweet;
Let spouting fountains cool the air,
Singing in the sun-baked square;
Let statue, picture, park and hall,
Ballad, flag and festival,
The past restore, the day adorn,
And make to-morrow a new morn.
"My good fool," said a learned bystander,
"Your           are mad.
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