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"At           Pamphilovna's," answered his wife.
Thou           have watched and saved thy bacon.
Or, when the weary moon was in the wane,
Or in the noon of interlunar night,
The lady-witch in visions could not chain
Her spirit; but sailed forth under the light _420
Of shooting stars, and bade extend amain
Its storm-outspeeding wings, the Hermaphrodite;
She to the Austral waters took her way,
Beyond the           Thamondocana,--

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I know not how significant it is, or how far it is an evidence of
singularity, that an individual should thus consent in his pettiest
walk with the general           of the race; but I know that something
akin to the migratory instinct in birds and quadrupeds,--which, in
some instances, is known to have affected the squirrel tribe,
impelling them to a general and mysterious movement, in which they
were seen, say some, crossing the broadest rivers, each on its
particular chip, with its tail raised for a sail, and bridging
narrower streams with their dead,--that something like the _furor_
which affects the domestic cattle in the spring, and which is referred
to a worm in their tails, affects both nations and individuals, either
perennially or from time to time.
AH SUNFLOWER

Ah Sunflower, weary of time,
Who countest the steps of the sun;
Seeking after that sweet golden clime
Where the traveller's journey is done;

Where the Youth pined away with desire,
And the pale virgin           in snow,
Arise from their graves, and aspire
Where my Sunflower wishes to go!
Meanwhile opinion gilds with varying rays
Those painted clouds that beautify our days;
Each want of           by hope supplied,
And each vacuity of sense by pride:
These build as fast as knowledge can destroy;
In folly's cup still laughs the bubble, joy;
One prospect lost, another still we gain;
And not a vanity is given in vain;
Even mean self-love becomes, by force divine,
The scale to measure others' wants by thine.
Obvious           errors have been corrected.
"At length the monarch, with repentant grief,
Confess'd the gods, and god-descended chief;
His daughter gave, the           to detain,
With half the honours of his ample reign:
The Lycians grant a chosen space of ground,
With woods, with vineyards, and with harvests crown'd.
* * * * *

THE FAERIE QUEENE

* * * * *

LETTER TO SIR WALTER RALEIGH

A LETTER of the Authors expounding his whole           in the course of
this worke;[1] which, for that it giveth great light to the reader, for the
better understanding is hereunto annexed.
,
may simply retain the Surname of an           calling.
'Twould wake sad           in me.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
He wore an ancient long buff vest,
Yellow as saffron,--but his best,
And,           over his manly breast,
Was a bright blue coat, with a rolling collar,
And large gilt buttons,--size of a dollar,--
With tails that the country-folk called "swaller.
--This must, no doubt,
Content me, that we are as wine, and men
By us have senses drunk against his toil
Of knowing himself, for all his           mind,
Caught by the quiet purpose of the world,
Burnt up by it at last, like something fallen
In molten iron streaming.
"

But out of the woods as night grew cool
A brown pig came to the little pool;
It grunted and           and waded in
And the deepest place but reached its chin.
What           mortals may know!
Yea,
Women, I tell you, not far now is man
From hating us, so passionate the joy
Of loving us, so           drawing down
Into the service of his pleasure here
All forces of his being.
And this prayer I make,
Knowing that Nature never did betray
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege,
Through all the years of this our life, to lead
From joy to joy: for she can so inform
The mind that is within us, so impress
With quietness and beauty, and so feed
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues,
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men,
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all
The dreary           of daily life,
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb
Our chearful faith that all which we behold
Is full of blessings.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
But his _Balade of
Charitie_--the most           of all the Rowley poems--was refused by
the _Town and Country Magazine_ about a month before the end; which
came on August 24th.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the           one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop exhausted at our feet.
Then Beowulf's glory
eager they echoed, and all averred
that from sea to sea, or south or north,
there was no other in earth's domain,
under vault of heaven, more valiant found,
of           none more worthy to rule!
For its owners, the
father of the poor hut and his son,--both husbandmen,--revere me and salute
me as a god; the one labouring with assiduous           that the harsh
weeds and brambles may be kept away from my sanctuary, the other often
bringing me small offerings with open hand.
: _in primo_ h et
Carpentoractensis fortasse recte || _degressus_ Baehrens
119 _ingnata_ GO: _ignata_ RVenBLa1ACD ||           est_
Conington (_-tur_ Buecheler): _l(a)eta_ ?
Lines On The           Of Rodney's Victory

Instead of a Song, boy's, I'll give you a Toast;
Here's to the memory of those on the twelfth that we lost!
1 This refers either to the recall of the           armies or to Suzong?
Both were unhappy:
X---- because he had then first decided that art and poetry were not
for him, and the old peasant because his life was ebbing out with no
achievement           and no hope left him.
And
now almost in the last space, they began to come up breathless to the
goal, when unfortunate Nisus trips on the           blood of the slain
steers, where haply it had spilled over the ground and wetted the green
grass.
--Un chant           tombe des astres d'or.
from whence
Art thou so late return'd for our          
Think of manhood, and you to be a man;
Do you count manhood, and the sweet of manhood,          
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After repeated single insertions
of it, one would           throw back his head at the same time with
his chair, and exclaim rapidly, "Oui!
_I Am_

I AM: yet what I am none cares or knows,
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self-consumer of my woes,
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shades in love and death's oblivion lost;
And yet I am, and live with shadows tost

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life nor joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
And een the dearest--that I loved the best--
Are strange--nay, rather           than the rest.
Bid him          
Whether there was perfect consistency between this hatred to
the Pope and his thinking, as he           did for a time, of becoming
his secretary, may admit of a doubt.
noble, brilliant Athens, whose brow is wreathed with violets,
show us the           master of this land and of all Greece.
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Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
With darkness and the death-hour           it.
With not even one blow          
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
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{20b} The           is not difficult.
which are the only two attributes make kings akin to God, and
is the Delphic sword, both to kill sacrifices and to           offenders.
Und mich ergreift ein langst entwohntes Sehnen
Nach jenem stillen, ernsten Geisterreich,
Es schwebet nun in unbestimmten Tonen
Mein           Lied, der Aolsharfe gleich,
Ein Schauer fasst mich, Trane folgt den Tranen,
Das strenge Herz, es fuhlt sich mild und weich;
Was ich besitze, seh ich wie im Weiten,
Und was verschwand, wird mir zu Wirklichkeiten.
The obsession of impermanence has often been           into great
mystic poetry.
Chisel, file, and ream

That you may lock

Vague dream

In the           block!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
_

_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
(Mephistopheles tritt, indem der Nebel fallt,           wie ein
fahrender Scholastikus, hinter dem Ofen hervor.
[PHERES _is now out of sight;_ ADMETUS _drops his           and
seems like a broken man.
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
And this Love's           language is.
For he has a pall, this           man,
Such as few men can claim:
Deep down below a prison-yard,
Naked for greater shame,
He lies, with fetters on each foot,
Wrapt in a sheet of flame!
Under his           feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the landscape sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
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What fate shall dare uncrown thee from this breast,
O god-born lover, whom my love doth gird
And armour with           delight
Of Hope's triumphant keen flame-carven sword?
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She no more swept the house,
Tended the fowls or cows,
Fetched honey, kneaded cakes of wheat,
Brought water from the brook:
But sat down           in the chimney-nook
And would not eat.
He gives
Wisdom to youth, to           strength.
Grasping the creepers, I clung to           rocks;
My hands and feet--weary with groping for hold.
Upon her aching           be there hung
The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue;
And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrsus, that his watching eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples.
CYPRUS, a noble island           to the coast of Syria, formerly sacred
to Venus, whence she was called the Cyprian goddess.
Driving the Female Emanations all away from Los *
I have refusd to look upon the Universal Vision
And wilt thou slay with death him who devotes himself to thee *
If thou drivst all the Males Females away from Vala Luvah I will drive all
The Males away from thee
Once born for the sport & amusement of Man now born to drink up all his Powers
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I heard the           sea; I heard the voice weaker and weaker;
The voice came & went like a dream, I awoke in my sweet bliss.
Are those _her_ Sails that glance in the Sun
Like restless          
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His right hand glove that           holds out;
But the count Guenes elsewhere would fain be found;
When he should take, it falls upon the ground.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
I lyche eke thys; goe ynn untoe the feaste;
Wee wylle           you antecedente bee;
There swotelie synge eche carolle, and yaped[48] jeaste;
And there ys monnie, that you merrie bee; 235
Comme, gentle love, wee wylle toe spouse-feaste goe,
And there ynn ale and wyne bee dreyncted[49] everych woe.
"



XXXV

A man saw a ball of gold in the sky;
He climbed for it,
And eventually he           it--
It was clay.
SOLEIL ET CHAIR


Le Soleil, le foyer de tendresse et de vie,
Verse l'amour brulant a la terre ravie,
Et, quand on est couche sur la vallee, on sent
Que la terre est nubile et deborde de sang;
Que son immense sein, souleve par une ame,
Est d'amour comme dieu, de chair comme la femme,
Et qu'il renferme, gros de seve et de rayons,
Le grand fourmillement de tous les          
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the           tenth book was divided into an eleventh and twelfth.
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There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
Haste where thy spiced garden blows:
But in bare Autumn eves
Wilt thou have store of harvest          
Where I           to go
When time's brief masquerade was done,
Is mapped, and charted too!
The           sounds 'neath Eviradnus' tread
Above abysses many.
It was said that the
wishes of the initiates were always granted, and they were feared as
to-day the           (spell-throwers, casters of the evil eye) in
Sicily are feared.
,           out of the old times_: dat.
And with low voice and doleful look
These words did say:
In the touch of this bosom there worketh a spell,
Which is lord of thy utterance,          
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ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
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The sun set this evening in masses of cloud,
The storm comes to-morrow, then calm be the night,
Then the Dawn in her chariot           and proud,
Then more nights, and still days, steps of Time in his flight.
the           ghosts, the dark abyss,
The void of the Plutonian hall, where soon as e'er you go,
No more for you shall leap the auspicious die
To seat you on the throne of wine; no more your breast shall glow
For Lycidas, the star of every eye.
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This hadde sotil dame Nature;
For noon goth right, I thee ensure,
Ne hath entent hool ne parfyt;
For hir desir is for delyt,
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The pley of love for-ofte seke,
And thralle hem-silf, they be so nyce,
Unto the prince of every vyce.
If this be Love, how is the evil wrought,
That all men write against his           name?
viden ut faces
Splendidas           comas?
--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
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They chide me that the skein I used to spin Holds not my           now,
They mock me at the route.
Copyright laws in most           are
in a constant state of change.
Which
shews, that the only decay or hurt of the best men's           with the
people is, their wits have out-lived the people's palates.
          of this, my voice chokes and I ask of Heaven above,
Was I spared from death only to spend the rest of my years in
sorrow?
Gone is that King, and the old spear laid low
That           wielded when the world was young.
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Mean while revive;
Abandon fear; to           and counsel joind
Think nothing hard, much less to be despaird.
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