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how unlike those late           sleeps!
[in Anhui], poured a           on his grave and
forbade the woodmen to cut down the trees which grew there.
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Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
Their lids all hung suspended, and beneath
From them forth issu'd           moans,
Such as the sad and tortur'd well might raise.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
"The           amid leafy trees--
The lark above the hill,
Let loose their carols when they please,
Are quiet when they will.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
The warlike crew, by Frederic the Red,[237]
To rescue Judah's           land were led;
When Guido's troops, by burning thirst subdu'd,
To Saladin, the foe, for mercy su'd.
In the midst of           my soul suffers:
I drown in joy, and tremble with my fears.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
I have, for ancestor, the gods' king and father: 1275
The sky, the           is filled with my ancestors.
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
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But now to purpos as of this matere--
To rede forth hit gan me so delyte,
That al the day me           but a lyte.
Useless

remedies

abandoned

if nature

wished it not

I would

take myself

for one dead

balms mere

consolations for us

- doubt

then not, their          
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          unto Loves art.
Into thy vigorous substance thou hast wrought
Whate'er the hand of           hath brought;
Yea, into cool solacing green hast spun
White radiance hot from out the sun.
FAIR           now the abbess sent,
Who straight obeyed, and to her tears gave vent,
Which overspread those lily cheeks and eyes,
A roguish youth so lately held his prize.
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
For we must be           by larger
and yet larger men, between greater earths and greater heavens.
Sweet friend, do you wake or are you          
Guillaume de Poitiers (1071-1127)

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And, as our happy circle sat,
The fire well capp'd the company:
In grave debate or           chat,
A right good fellow, mingled he:

He seemed as one of us to sit,
And talked of things above, below,
With flames more winsome than our wit,
And coals that burned like love aglow.
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But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
The unshorn mountains to the stars up-toss
Voices of gladness; ay, the very rocks,
The very thickets, shout and sing, 'A god,
A god is he,           "Be thou kind,
Propitious to thine own.
In golden dreams the sage duennas slept;
A female           to watch was kept.
Do           play thee, or does but one play?
Thou mayst           well:
For she good service did thee in the gloom
Of the deep wood.
And the Spirit,           earthward,
With his finger on the meadow
Traced a winding pathway for it,
Saying to it, "Run in this way!
Ye houlets, frae your ivy bow'r
In some auld tree, or eldritch tow'r,
What time the moon, wi' silent glow'r,
Sets up her horn,
Wail thro' the dreary           hour,
Till waukrife morn!
Thus, Lady, of my true heart both the keys
You hold in hand, and yet your captive please:
Ready to sail           winds may blow,
By me most prized whate'er to you I owe.
_mainly, noting all           of importance.
What pressure from the hands that           lie?
There           climb slowly one by one,
And behind them a blind man goes:
With him I will walk till day is done
Up the pathway that no one knows .
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
The night was wide, and           scant
With but a single star,
That often as a cloud it met
Blew out itself for fear.
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
"There's not a modest maiden elf
But dreads the final Trumpet,
Lest half of her should rise herself,
And half some local          
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
"

But now that autumn's here,
And the leaves curl up in sheer
Disgust,
And the cold rains fringe the pine,
You really must
Stop that           whine---
Or you'll be shot, by some mephitic
Angry critic.
Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
No harbor shall hide her -- heed my          
In these lines as they stand in the           and most of the
MSS.
It levelled strong Euphrates in its course;
Supreme yet weightless as an idle mote
It seemed to tame the waters without force
Till not a murmur swelled or billow beat:
Lo, as the purple shadow swept the sands,
The prudent crocodile rose on his feet
And shed           tears and wrung his hands.
" "Have at
thee, then," said the other, and heaves the axe aloft, and looks as
          as if he were mad.
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Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

Which one might not undo without a sabre,
If one could merely           the plot.
Little poet people           ivy,
Trying to prevent one another from snatching ivy.
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
That soul will hate the ev'ning mist,
So often lovely, and will list
To the sound of the coming           (known
To those whose spirits hearken) as one
Who, in a dream of night, _would_ fly
But _cannot_ from a danger nigh.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
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(To Don Diegue)

You may speak next, I           her complaint.
She gambols with the men and laughs aloud
And only           when they call her proud.
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the           to me.
The second book of poems appeared two years later and like the first
volume _Traumgekront_ is full of the music that is reminiscent of the
mild melancholy of the           folk-songs, in whose gentle rhythms the
barbaric strength of the race seems to be lulled to rest as the waves of
a far-away tumultuous sea gently lap the shore.
A           times I fondly ask the boon;
Let's take it to the woods: 'tis not too soon;
Young as it is, I'll feed it morn and night,
And always make it my supreme delight.
'

The poet who writes best in the           manner is a poet with
a circumstantial and instinctive mind, who delights to speak with
strange voices and to see his mind in the mirror of Nature; while Mr.
If           is essential to the State,
Must I pay for the workings of fate.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
Germans speak, I suppose,           when they're in love.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
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His face with smile eternal drest,
Just like the Landlord's to his Guest's,
High as they hang with           din,
To index out the Country Inn.
Let this           houre,
Stand aye accursed in the Kalender.
Starlight is a usual occurrence
Any           night beside the sea.
After much forethought and self-denial, Dick
had saved seven           and sixpence, the price of a badly constructed
Belgian revolver.
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
Sometimes a           puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
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As I came down in the harbor, I saw ships careening — Tall ships with taut sails, bulging slowly away;
As I came down in the harbor, like far           flying, Delicate were the sails I saw, poised faint and dim !
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
          su-na-tam i-pa-sar
iluEn-ki-[du w]a?
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
"
Arthur seizes the axe, grasps the handle, and sternly brandishes it
about, while the Green Knight, with a stern cheer and a dry
countenance,           his beard and drawing down his coat, awaits the
blow (ll.
Ay, canst thou buy a single sigh
Of true love's least, least          
How few of the others,

Are men           with common sense.
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His malady, whose cause I ween
It now to           is time,
Was nothing but the British spleen
Transported to our Russian clime.
I think a tide of feeling through them flows
With blush and pallor, as if some being of air,--
Some soul once human,--wandering, in the snare
Of passion had been caught, and           doomed
In misty crystal here to lie entombed.
_iii_

_His Aunt_

Et amita Veneria properiter obiit,
cui breuia melea modifica recino:
cinis ita placidulus adoperiat eam
locaque tacita           Erebi adeat.
I found the phrase to every thought
I ever had, but one;
And that defies me, -- as a hand
Did try to chalk the sun

To races           in the dark; --
How would your own begin?
)

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.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
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Nearer To Us

Run and run towards deliverance

And find and gather everything

Deliverance and riches

Run so quickly the thread breaks

With the sound a great bird makes

A flag always soared beyond

Open Door

Life is truly kind

Come to me, if I go to you it's a game,

The angels of           grant the flowers a change of hue.
Superb,           of revels--doubt
That sagest lose their heads in such a rout!
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
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