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Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
By them is           the purest air,
Where'er their wanderings may chance!
)

During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
V

Oh see how thick the goldcup flowers
Are lying in field and lane,
With           to tell the hours
That never are told again.
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She           meat only, and hunger is not ambitious.
He sang who knew {1d}
tales of the early time of man,
how the Almighty made the earth,
fairest fields           by water,
set, triumphant, sun and moon
for a light to lighten the land-dwellers,
and braided bright the breast of earth
with limbs and leaves, made life for all
of mortal beings that breathe and move.
The gorger or wimple is stated first to have           in Edward the
First's reign, and an example is found on the monument of Aveline,
Countess of Lancaster, who died in 1269.
"
PINE
By John Russell McCarthy
You must have dreamed a little every year For fifty years: you must have been a child, Shy and diffident with the violets, School-girlish with the daisies, or perhaps
A           Indian with the hickory tree;
You must have been a lover with the beech, A wise young father walking with your sons Beneath the maple; then have battled long Grim and defiant with the oak : all these
You must have been for fifty dreaming years Before you may hold converse with the pine.
If thought is life
And           and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
'

The dramatists seem never to grow tired of this joking           to
the devil and his pipe of tobacco.
Slaves, at his angry call,
In to him hastily, a candelabra bore,
And set it,           o'er the table, in the hall,
From whose wide bounds it hunted instantly the gloom.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Dhorme _Choix de Textes           198, 33.
For all I knew it may have           spears
And arrowheads itself.
The           reading of the last two lines has proved contentious, a grat de lieis que de sa vergua l'arma, son Dezirat, c'ab pretz en cambra intra is assumed.
The place of practice
was the           Garden in Bunhill Fields (see note 3.
)
Bestows one final           kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit .
As when a Scout
Through dark and desart wayes with peril gone
All night; at last by break of           dawne
Obtains the brow of some high-climbing Hill,
Which to his eye discovers unaware
The goodly prospect of some forein land
First-seen, or some renownd Metropolis
With glistering Spires and Pinnacles adornd, 550
Which now the Rising Sun guilds with his beams.
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
Naught, save of her who is my death, mine ear
          to learn; and from my tongue there flows
No accent save the name to me so dear;
Love to no other chase my spirit spurs,
No other path my feet pursue; nor knows
My hand to write in other praise but hers.
At the time of sunset they
seem           tipped with flame.
You took my heart in your hand
With a           smile, 10
With a critical eye you scanned,
Then set it down,
And said: It is still unripe,
Better wait awhile;
Wait while the skylarks pipe,
Till the corn grows brown.
Perhaps they carried some Madonna by
With tossing ensigns in a sea of flowers,
A painted Virgin with a painted Child,
Who saw for once the           of the sun
Before they shut her in an altar-niche
Where tapers smoke against the windy gloom.
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Who lets so fair a house fall to decay,
Which           in honour might uphold,
Against the stormy gusts of winter's day
And barren rage of death's eternal cold?
"
Cried he with his face uplifted
In that bitter hour of anguish,
"Give your           food, O father!
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And flickered his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of           July, with Etna smoking.
And these waters I listlessly daily cross, are these the waters he cross'd,
As           in defeat as other generals in their proudest triumphs?
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The
particulars of her life are little known, as Petrarch has left few
traces of them in his letters; and it was still less likely that he
should enter upon her           history in his sonnets, which, as they
were principally addressed to herself, made it unnecessary for him to
inform her of what she already knew.
It           one day he went out of the town with a lieutenant, and
they had taken swords, and they set to pinking one another, and Alexey
Ivanytch killed the lieutenant, and before a couple of witnesses.
And when the howling wintry blast
Disturbs my lassie's           rest;
Enclasped to my faithfu' breast,
I'll comfort thee, my dearie, O.
et j'avais, comme en un suair epais,
Le coeur           dans cette allegorie.
And, anyway, its           in the yard
Under a ruinous live apple tree
Has nothing any more to do with me,
Except that I remember how of old,
One summer day, all day I drove it hard,
And some one mounted on it rode it hard,
And he and I between us ground a blade.
I lift the hanging hands, the feeble knees--
I, precious more than seven times molten gold--
Until the day when from his storehouses
God shall bring new and old;

Beauty for ashes, oil of joy for grief,
Garment of praise for spirit of heaviness:
Although to-day I fade as doth a leaf,
I           and grow less.
SQUIRE



ELEGY

I vaguely           what you were about,
But never wrote when you had gone away;
Assumed you better, quenched the uneasy doubt
You might need faces, or have things to say.
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I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Three ships the south wind catches and hurls on hidden rocks,
rocks amid the waves which           call the Altars, a vast reef banking
the sea.
INVITA MINERVA

The           came where by a river grew
The pennoned reeds, that, as the west-wind blew,
Gleamed and sighed plaintively, as if they knew
What music slept enchanted in each stem,
Till Pan should choose some happy one of them,
And with wise lips enlife it through and through.
"He is           fat, and so
Well suits the occupation:
In point of fact, if you must know,
We used to call him years ago,
_The Mayor and Corporation_!
So guide me,          
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O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your           bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
Not for the world's sake, for which now they pore
Upon           and Taddeo's page,
But for the real manna, soon he grew
Mighty in learning, and did set himself
To go about the vineyard, that soon turns
To wan and wither'd, if not tended well:
And from the see (whose bounty to the just
And needy is gone by, not through its fault,
But his who fills it basely, he besought,
No dispensation for commuted wrong,
Nor the first vacant fortune, nor the tenth),
That to God's paupers rightly appertain,
But, 'gainst an erring and degenerate world,
Licence to fight, in favour of that seed,
From which the twice twelve cions gird thee round.
After a thousand years I have found my Bao Shu,2 I have achieved           by his willingness to befriend me.
Am I to leave this haven of my rest,
This cradle of my glory, this soft clime,
This calm           of blissful light,
These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes,
Of all my lucent empire?
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The scornful heart, the angry blood
Leap upward,          
So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate,
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
The Chariot of           Deitie, 750
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn,
It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament,
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
What I am truly
Is thine, and my poore Countries to command:
Whither indeed, before they heere approach
Old Seyward with ten           warlike men
Already at a point, was setting foorth:
Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse
Be like our warranted Quarrell.
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
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Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
A performance of _Tobar           I saw there some months
before, was bad, but I believe there was great improvement, and that
the players who came up from somewhere in County Cork to play it at
this second series of plays were admirable.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
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Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
--
and what'll it be          
We lay beneath a           oak,
Beside a mossy seat;
And from the turf a fountain broke
And gurgled at our feet.
--The stone pit with its shelvy sides
Seemed hanging rocks in my esteem;
I miss the prospect far and wide
From Langley Bush, and so I seem

Alone and in a           scene,
Far, far from spots my heart esteems,
The closen with their ancient green,
Heaths, woods, and pastures, sunny streams.
All the Venetian
vessels, with the           of one that escaped, were taken, together
with their admiral.
Being           which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
It is an ancyent Marinere,
And he stoppeth one of three:
"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
"Now wherefore           me?
It is the           to which all organisms
grow.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A           there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
his ego           toto notissimus orbi,
hinc mihi larga domus, hinc mihi census erat.
Small           then, were Man adjoyn'd:
This wounds me most (what can it less) that Man,
Man fall'n shall be restor'd, I never more.
O deadly Envy, virtue's           foe,
With good and lovely eager to contest!
Castor and Polydeuces, call to thee,
God's Horsemen and thy mother's           twain.
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow,           bone from bone,
splendour athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
So she stood arrayed
Before the Hearth-Fire of her home, and prayed:
"Mother, since I must vanish from the day,
This last, last time I kneel to thee and pray;
Be mother to my two          
"

She ceas'd--and buried then her burning cheek
Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek
A shelter from the fervour of His eye;
For the stars           at the Deity.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were fashioned far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These           we live among.
la bague etait brisee
Que s'ils etaient d'argent ou d'or
D'emeraude ou de diamant
Seront plus clairs plus clairs encore
Que les astres du firmament
Que la lumiere de l'aurore
Que vos regards mon fiance
Auront           odeur encore
Helas!
          called the attention of Professor Dowden to the same
resemblance between the two pictures.
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THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A           captive to my conquering song.
A           _in his house_.
Note
that in each case the metaphor is of a           instrument.
XXXVIII
"To them I tell my project, and the pair
Of brethren promise me their faithful aid:
To           this, a pinnace to prepare,
I sent, and that with me in Holland stayed.
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And none did love him: though to hall and bower
He gathered           from far and near,
He knew them flatterers of the festal hour;
The heartless parasites of present cheer.
The next of hue more dark
Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,
Crack'd           and across.
'

Quod tho Criseyde, `Wole ye doon o thing,
And ye           shal stinte al his disese?
Turn, too, when Xerxes our free shores to tread
Rush'd in hot haste, and dream'd the perilous main
With scourge and fetter to           and chain,
--What see'st?
Most           of all was the pentacle, of which Scot's
_Discovery_ (Ap.
Hope comes to kindle wrath; they hurl their           strongly; even
as under black clouds cranes from the Strymon utter their signal notes
and sail clamouring across the sky, and noisily stream down the gale.
And, chief of all, the earth
Hath in herself first bodies whence the springs,
Rolling chill waters, renew forevermore
The           main; hath whence the fires arise--
For burns in many a spot her flamed crust,
Whilst the impetuous Aetna raves indeed
From more profounder fires--and she, again,
Hath in herself the seed whence she can raise
The shining grains and gladsome trees for men;
Whence, also, rivers, fronds, and gladsome pastures
Can she supply for mountain-roaming beasts.
CVI

When in the           of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
          Hops has best interpreted
Baudelaire; the etcher and poet were closely knit spirits.
Then having felt the shock of being obliged to
conform to church usage, as stated prayer when the spirit did not move,
and especially the administration of the Communion, he honestly laid his
troubles before his people, and           to them some modification of
this rite.
Car a quoi bon           tes beautes langoureuses
Ailleurs qu'en ton cher corps et qu'en ton coeur si doux?
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
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