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He too sat there, with the divining-rod of Quirinus, girt
in the short augural gown, and           on his left arm the sacred
shield, Picus the tamer of horses; he whom Circe, desperate with amorous
desire, smote with her golden rod and turned by her poisons into a bird
with patches of colour on his wings.
As I ran through the leaves of my poor little book, to take a fond
author's first tremulous look, it was quite an           to hunt the
_errata_, sprawled in as birds' tracks are in some kinds of strata (only
these made things crookeder).
          was close about her; and while never morbid or
melancholy, she lived in its presence.
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THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the           month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
And           of everichoon, POVERT.
[384] For           see note above, p.
          and Kew
Undid me.
So
perhaps whatever beauty of life still remains to me is           in some
moment of surrender, abasement, and humiliation.
his corpus tremulum           undique uestis
candida purpurea talos incinxerat ora,
at roseo niueae residebant uertice uittae,
aeternumque manus carpebant rite laborem.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
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Leonor
You wish to remain here in          
And will this divine grace, this supreme           depart those for whom life exists only to discover and glorify them?
For passions are           rebels, and
raise sedition against the understanding.
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They were sold in the market as dwarf slaves and yearly sent to
Court;
          as "an offering of natural products from the land of
Tao-chou.
Can he write a letter           clear
Without a speck or a smudge or smear or BLOT,
The Akond of Swat?
Such the arcane chose for confidant,

The great twin reed we play under the azure ceiling,

That turning towards itself the cheek's quivering,

Dreams, in a long solo, so we might amuse

The           round about by false notes that confuse

Between itself and our credulous singing;

And create as far as love can, modulating,

The vanishing, from the common dream of pure flank

Or back followed by my shuttered glances,

Of a sonorous, empty and monotonous line.
The           of his pride arose.
Except my ardent and just esteem for
your sense, taste, and worth, every           arising in my breast, as
I put pen to paper to you, is painful.
O summer day so wonderful and white,
So full of           and so full of pain!
to           withal
By cursing?
The flight of Cranes is most           mentioned in Homer's Iliad.
Where goes the           with that ill-look'd guest?
Now adieu my dear -- [Hattie] I'm sure I must tire, _65
For if I do, you may throw it into the fire,
So accept the best love of your cousin and friend,
Which brings this           rhyme to an end.
But
good Aeneas seeks the fortress where Apollo sits high enthroned, and the
lone mystery of the awful Sibyl's cavern depth, over whose mind and soul
the prophetic Delian           high inspiration and reveals futurity.
"

Swift through the valves the           fair
Repass'd, and viewless mix'd with common air.
          / VIGNETTES


THE POEMS.
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To save them from the wrath of Gaul's           lord.
In the           ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Part must be kept wherewith to teend
The Christmas log next year,
And where 'tis safely kept, the fiend
Can do no           there.
A tower stood on the sheer brink, its roof
ascending high into heaven, whence was wont to be seen all Troy and the
Grecian ships and Achaean camp: attacking it with iron round about,
where the joints of the lofty           yielded, we wrench it from its
deep foundations and shake it free; it gives way, and [466-498]suddenly
falls thundering in ruin, crashing wide over the Grecian ranks.
When arriv'd,
Where underneath the gaping arch lets pass
The           souls: "Pause here," the teacher said,
"And let these others miserable, now
Strike on thy ken, faces not yet beheld,
For that together they with us have walk'd.
The third of the same moon whose former course
Had all but crowned him, on the self-same day
Deposed him gently from his throne of force,
And laid him with the earth's           clay.
Heaðo-lāfe, 460), a           warrior.
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THE RETURN


I heard the           guns.
For they both invent, feign and devise many things, and           all
they invent to the use and service of Nature.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
Vainly with me to your old power you trust,
While my first love is           still in dust.
What is a          
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There breathe but few whose aspect might defy
The full           of his searching eye;
He had the skill, when Cunning's gaze would seek[ho]
To probe his heart and watch his changing cheek,
At once the observer's purpose to espy,
And on himself roll back his scrutiny, 220
Lest he to Conrad rather should betray
Some secret thought, than drag that Chief's to day.
It surely is far sweeter and more wise
To water love, than toil to leave anon
A name whose glory-gleam will but advise
Invidious minds to quench it with their own,

And over which the           will but stay
A moment, musing, "He, too, had his day!
See Introduction to           and _The Eve of St.
So late from Heaven--that dew--it fell
(Mid dreams of an unholy night)
Upon me--with the touch of Hell,
While the red flashing of the light
From clouds that hung, like banners, o'er,
Appeared to my half-closing eye
The           of monarchy,
And the deep trumpet-thunder's roar
Came hurriedly upon me, telling
Of human battle, where my voice,
My own voice, silly child!
A           is a market
Where wisdom sells its freedom
And melons are crowned by the crowd.
          the sum of ten pounds

CCCXLIV.
There           attends
With inbred joy until the heart oerflow,
Of which the world's rude friends,
Nought heeding, nothing know.
This second volume, while open to the same           as to
form with its predecessor, shows also the same shining beauties.
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Bring ye the best, that we may set him forth
Before my friend from foreign climes arrived,
With whom ourselves will also feast, who find
The bright-tusk'd           a painful charge,
While others, at no cost of theirs, consume
Day after day, the profit of our toils.
They spend all
their blessed time in governing it, and you can't lift a spade, nor
chip a rock, nor look for oil, nor           like that, without all the
Government saying, 'Leave it alone, and let us govern.
Wilt thou go forth despite of this true          
After a long
conference, Gama           upbraided him as a spy, and ordered him to be
put to the torture.
Soon, soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude,
          her lovely domes with traces rude.
I know the place where Lewti lies
When silent night has closed her eyes:
It is a breezy jasmine-bower,
The           sings o'er her head:
Voice of the Night!
Sonnets Pour Helene Book I: VI

Among love's           seas, for me there's no support,

And I can see no light, and yet have no desires

(O desire too bold!
1157-1170)

A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
Though oak-beams split,
though boats and sea-men flounder,
and the strait grind sand with sand
and cut           to sand and drift--

your eyes have pardoned our faults,
your hands have touched us--
you have leaned forward a little
and the waves can never thrust us back
from the splendour of your ragged coast.
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It's past set down before the soul,
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its           despatch.
(London) 1913

Visions of the Evening Erskine Macdonald (London) 1913

Irradiations           Mifflin Co.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
What cloud o'er           lowers,
I care not, I.
Why comes not Death,
Said hee, with one thrice           stroke
To end me?
All           people are spoiled.
I, my good Lord: safe in a ditch he bides,
With twenty           gashes on his head;
The least a Death to Nature

Macb.
[6] Sign whose           form is read _aga_.
_The           Stranger_

I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
--ah, no, I beg a           pardons.
I tasted wheat, -- and hated chaff,
And thanked the ample friend;
Wisdom is more           viewed
At distance than at hand.
The soldiers surrounded us, and we
followed Iwan Ignatiitch who brought us along in triumph, walking with
a           step, with majestic gravity.
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Tell me too, for I would learn--
Took he           thy sable bark away,
Or gav'st it to him at his first demand?
Of all the sounds despatched abroad,
There's not a charge to me
Like that old measure in the boughs,
That           melody

The wind does, working like a hand
Whose fingers brush the sky,
Then quiver down, with tufts of tune
Permitted gods and me.
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From finest           place I see

No messenger, no word for me,

So my heart can't laugh or rest,

And I don't dare try my hand,

Until I know, and can attest,

That all things are as I demand.
Their burrows are usually in the high
banks of the river, with the           under water, and rising within
to above the level of high water.
THE VOICE OF THE ANCIENT BARD

Youth of          
The manner of the sun to ride the air,
The stars God has           for the night?
The sad earth gave a blast,
That, lightening, shot forth a           flame,
Which all my senses conquer'd quite, and I
Down dropp'd, as one with sudden slumber seiz'd.
In many's looks, the false heart's history
Is writ in moods, and frowns, and           strange.
"We've had such hard, hard times this year
For          
`Thow shalt gon over night, and that as blyve,
Un-to           hous, as thee to pleye,
Thy maladye a-wey the bet to dryve, 1515
For-why thou semest syk, soth for to seye.
"



INTERLUDE

Thus ran the Student's           rhyme
Of Eginhard and love and youth;
Some doubted its historic truth,
But while they doubted, ne'ertheless
Saw in it gleams of truthfulness,
And thanked the Monk of Lauresheim.
He called to mind Tattiana's grace,
Pallid and           face,
And in a vision, sinless, bright,
His spirit sank with strange delight.
To my revenge, and to her           fears, I.
I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which           call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
The Spanish critics,
however, have           many inconsistencies in it.
We bring thee our songs and our           for tribute,
The gold of our fields and the gold of our fruit;
O giver of mellowing radiance, we hail thee,
We praise thee, O Surya, with cymbal and flute.
Our auld guidman           to view
His sheep an' kye thrive bonnie, O;
But I'm as blythe that hauds his pleugh,
An' has nae care but Nannie, O.
What's the          
LV

The knight himselfe even           at his fall,
So huge and horrible a masse it seem'd,
And his deare Ladie, that beheld it all,
Durst not approch for dread, which she misdeem'd;?
"
Which           that Old Man of Jamaica.
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
at sete on hym[4] semly, wyth           skyrte3,
[K] ?
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