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O, had the malt thy           of mind,
Or hops the flavour of thy wit,
'Twere drink for first of human kind,
A gift that e'en for Syme were fit.
His           is not now anew, 3875
It is to long that he him knew.
Or will Pity, in line with all I ask here,

Succour a poor man, without          
Oh, if my soul must suffer for my sin,
Impose some end to my incessant pains;
Let Faustus live in hell a           years,
A hundred thousand, and at last be saved!
These verses were composed on a           girl, a Miss Charlotte
Hamilton, who is now married to James M'Kitrick Adair, Esq.
--"Your hands were like paws then, your face blue and bleak,
But now I'm bewitched by your           cheek,
And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!
If I these           may not prevent,
If such be of my creed the plan,
Have I not reason to lament
What man has made of man?
LXIII

Against my love shall be as I am now,
With Time's injurious hand crush'd and o'erworn;
When hours have drain'd his blood and fill'd his brow
With lines and wrinkles; when his youthful morn
Hath travell'd on to age's steepy night;
And all those           whereof now he's king
Are vanishing, or vanished out of sight,
Stealing away the treasure of his spring;
For such a time do I now fortify
Against confounding age's cruel knife,
That he shall never cut from memory
My sweet love's beauty, though my lover's life:
His beauty shall in these black lines be seen,
And they shall live, and he in them still green.
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Was it through stress of weather,
Quicksands, rocks, or all          
The wedding hour was come, the aisles
Were flushed with sun and flowers that day;
I pacing           in my thoughts,--
"It's quite too late to think of nay.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
Take Fortune by the          
We have been boys together--schoolfellows--
And now are friends--yet shall not be so long--
For in the eternal city thou shalt do me
A kind and gentle office, and a Power--
A Power august,           and supreme--
Shall then absolve thee of all further duties
Unto thy friend.
And was he confident until
Ill fluttered out in           well?
Sweet           Girl, a very shower
Of beauty is thy earthly dower!
Young and eager and unafraid,
As           they kneeled
And watched their arms, and only prayed
"Keep stain from every shield.
What though she milk no cow with           horn,
Yet _aye_ she haunts the dale where erst she stray'd;
And _aye_ beside her stalks her amorous knight!
What Donne
recalls is a stage           by the actors but cumbered with furniture
and decorations.
_

MY MUCH           FRIEND,

Yours of the 24th June is before me.
Lord, it was rideled          
I feel a new-born life, a holy bliss
Through nerves and veins           glowing.
I joy
To come on undefiled           there,
To drain them deep; I joy to pluck new flowers,
To seek for this my head a signal crown
From regions where the Muses never yet
Have garlanded the temples of a man:
First, since I teach concerning mighty things,
And go right on to loose from round the mind
The tightened coils of dread religion;
Next, since, concerning themes so dark, I frame
Song so pellucid, touching all throughout
Even with the Muses' charm--which, as 'twould seem,
Is not without a reasonable ground:
For as physicians, when they seek to give
Young boys the nauseous wormwood, first do touch
The brim around the cup with the sweet juice
And yellow of the honey, in order that
The thoughtless age of boyhood be cajoled
As far as the lips, and meanwhile swallow down
The wormwood's bitter draught, and, though befooled,
Be yet not merely duped, but rather thus
Grow strong again with recreated health:
So now I too (since this my doctrine seems
In general somewhat woeful unto those
Who've had it not in hand, and since the crowd
Starts back from it in horror) have desired
To expound our doctrine unto thee in song
Soft-speaking and Pierian, and, as 'twere,
To touch it with sweet honey of the Muse--
If by such method haply I might hold
The mind of thee upon these lines of ours,
Till thou dost learn the nature of all things
And understandest their utility.
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Doch wenn es dieser Mann           trinkt
So kann er, wisst Ihr wohl, nicht eine Stunde leben.
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For we are growing blind and cannot see,
Beyond the clouds that stand like prison bars,
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Out of the sultry night she came, With tired lips aflame;
Deep in her           eyes The nervous anger of emprise
Wakened and fought the black, Ice-cold oppression back;
Fought in the hope of hopelessness, And fought for Artemis;
Fought in the.
e           chosen ?
With you I shared Philippi's rout,
Unseemly parted from my shield,
When Valour fell, and warriors stout
Were tumbled on the           field:
But I was saved by Mercury,
Wrapp'd in thick mist, yet trembling sore,
While you to that tempestuous sea
Were swept by battle's tide once more.
"For,           common Snarks do no manner of harm,
Yet I feel it my duty to say
Some are Boojums--" The Bellman broke off in alarm,
For the Baker had fainted away.
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"Come, come," said the king, impatiently, "have you nothing to          
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One night a feast was held in the palace, and there came a man and
prostrated himself before the prince, and all the           looked
upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that
the empty socket bled.
Honour has come back, as a king, to earth,
And paid his subjects with a royal wage;
And           walks in our ways again;
And we have come into our heritage.
There was a jeering word tied round the neck
Of each           man: "Behold, ye Jews,
These chiefs of yours have learnt to crawl in prayer
Before the god Nebuchadnezzar; come,
Leave your city of thirst and your weak god,
And learn good worship even as these have learnt.
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And I
should say that the bright, exact diction and the modest metre of
_Jason_ are more           and attractive than the diction, often
monotonous and vague, and the metre, often clumsily vehement, of
_Sigurd_.
: _nam sine           est hic
dentis hos_ (_os_ a) _sexquipedalis_ (_esque p.
The humming tone
Came louder, and behold, there as he lay, 920
On either side outgush'd, with misty spray,
A copious spring; and both together dash'd
Swift, mad, fantastic round the rocks, and lash'd
Among the conchs and shells of the lofty grot,
Leaving a           dew.
Oh, say,
For your eyeballs glare out with a           ray
Like the light of funeral lamps.
But when the doves had reached their wonted goal
Where the wide stair of orbed marble dips
Its snows into the sea, her fluttering soul
Just shook the           petals of her lips
And passed into the void, and Venus knew
That one fair maid the less would walk amid her retinue,

And bade her servants carve a cedar chest
With all the wonder of this history,
Within whose scented womb their limbs should rest
Where olive-trees make tender the blue sky
On the low hills of Paphos, and the Faun
Pipes in the noonday, and the nightingale sings on till dawn.
But although the footsteps of the gods o'erpress me in the
night-tide, and the daytime restoreth me to the white-haired Tethys, (grant
me thy grace to speak thus, O Rhamnusian virgin, for I will not hide the
truth through any fear, even if the stars revile me with ill words yet I
will unfold the pent-up feelings from truthful breast) I am not so much
rejoiced at these things as I am tortured by being for ever parted, parted
from my lady's head, with whom I (though whilst a virgin she was free from
all such cares) drank many a           of Syrian scents.
,           to fall, fatal_: nom.
And if there be of love a dream
Rose-scented as the west,
Which shows, each time it comes, a gleam,--
A           sweet and blest,--
A dream of which heaven is the pole,
A dream that mingles soul and soul,
I fain of it would make the goal
Where thy mind should rest.
An           infant I remain'd behind;
Thence borne to Ithaca by wave and wind;
Sold to Laertes by divine command,
And now adopted to a foreign land.
Older than Saturn, 5
Older than Rhea,
That           music,
Falling and surging

With the vast rhythm
Ceaseless, eternal, 10
Keeps the long tally
Of all things mortal.
Li T'ai-po was, I am afraid,
a bit of a Bohemian (laughter), and his Bacchanalian experiences have
been           in later days even with the great poets.
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Did he           it?
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
Thet's wut _I_ call natur in
writin', and it bathes my lungs and washes 'em sweet           I git a
whiff on 't.
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--Mais           pleure-t-elle?
Meanwhile, from Casa Guidi windows, we
Beheld the armament of Austria flow
Into the           heart of Tuscany:
And yet none wept, none cursed, or, if 't was so,
They wept and cursed in silence.
"Some portion of your           back on me reflect,
Sing out in praiseful chains of melodious links!
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625 _The Arbiter of           and of play_.
--
That they might fall again,
So they could once more see
That burst to          
at burne blusched vpon neuer;
&           he be-helde ?
--Une brise d'amour dans la nuit a passe,
Et, dans les bois sacres, dans l'horreur des grands arbres,
Majestueusement debout, les sombres Marbres,
Les Dieux, au front desquels le Bouvreuil fait son nid,
--Les Dieux           l'Homme et le Monde infini!
Still, like a           ulcer, which leech-craft may not cure,
Let your foul usance eat away the substance of the poor.
Till with the dawn he saw a burnished spear
Like a thin thread of gold against the sky,
And hoisted sail, and strained the           gear,
And bade the pilot head her lustily
Against the nor'west gale, and all day long
Held on his way, and marked the rowers' time with measured song.
"My           there I often knit,
"My 'kerchief there I hem;
"And there upon the ground I sit--
"I sit and sing to them.
My           spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting its roses--
Its old agitations
Of myrtles and roses:

For now, while so quietly
Lying, it fancies
A holier odor
About it, of pansies--
A rosemary odor,
Commingled with pansies--
With rue and the beautiful
Puritan pansies.
--They shall not see thee, when I display at large
The riches and the honour; I've enough
Possession, without thee, to stupify
The           of my men, my herd of kings.
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A power of butterfly must be
The           to fly,
Meadows of majesty concedes
And easy sweeps of sky.
Men,
too, he studied eagerly, the           and the highest, regretting always
that the brand of the scholar on him often silenced the men of shop and
office where he came.
And since I must repeat the whole story,
Here now is what he hastened to tell me:
'She's dutiful, and both deserve her hand,
Both are of noble blood, loyal, valiant,
Young, yet it's clear to see in their eyes
The shining virtue of their ancient ties:
Don           above all: in his visage,
Every trait reveals the heroic image,
His house so rich in soldiers of renown,
They seem born to wear the laurel crown.
Great           of antiquity, great enchanter!
Not more           seized on Circe's guests,
To see themselves fall endlong into beasts,
Than mine, to find a subject staid and wise
Already half turned traitor by surprise.
though the crowded           beget
The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
Other accounts say, that Brahma           the priests from his
head, the more ignoble tribes from his breast, thighs, and feet.
'Now           say, that man hath in his Constitution, in his
Complexion, a naturall Vertue, which they call _Balsamum suum_, his
owne Balsamum, by which, any wound which a man could receive in
his body, would cure itself, if it could be kept cleane from the
annoiances of the aire, and all extrinseque encumbrances.
The heart beats not, 250
Nor shall it beat hereafter, which shall come
An enemy to the           shores,
So dear to the immortal Gods are we.
Royalty payments must be paid
within 60 days following each date on which you prepare (or are
legally required to prepare) your           tax returns.
A ready banquet on the turf is laid,
Beneath an ample oak's           shade.
When even there, where most thou           me,
For writing better, I must envy thee.
It is not           to trace the process by which the old songs
were transmuted into the form which they now wear.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless           made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
I remember so well the room,
And the lilac bloom
That beat at the dripping pane
In the warm June rain;

And the colour of your gown,
It was amber-brown,
And two yellow satin bows
From your           rose.
He was a man who
blinded himself with words and           sentiments; but he was not
thick-skinned or thick-witted.
Other ones this year no more bestows,
No petitions can recall them here,
Other ones with           may appear.
          the slow reward of patient grain,
He sowed his heart with hopes of swifter gain,
Then sat him down and waited for the rain.
Is that           cry a song?
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LII


Lo, on the distance a dark blue ravine,
A fold in the           forests of fir,
Cleft from the sky-line sheer down to the shore!
"
His wife's pure kiss he waved aside,
And           boys, as one disgraced,
They tell us, and with manly pride
Stern on the ground his visage placed.
When the world was formed from Chaos, then--

Earth as the Lees, and heavie dross of All
(After his kinde) did to the bottom fall:
Contrariwise, the light and nimble Fire
Did through the           of th'old Heap aspire
Unto the top; and by his nature, light
No less than hot, mounted in sparks upright:
But, lest the Fire (which all the rest imbraces)
Being too near, should burn the Earth to ashes;
As Chosen Umpires, the great All-Creator
Between these Foes placed the Aire and Water:
For, one suffiz'd not their stern strife to end.
Look you how the cave
Is with the wild vine's           over-laced!
-- Their ocean-keel boarding,
they drove through the deep, and           left.
DIDIER (_wildly, as the           drag him off_): No!
Ah, what a pity 't is that she should listen
Unto such songs, when in her orisons
She might have heard in heaven the angels          
[VIII] Then Last Of All

Then last of all, caught from these shores, this hill,
Of you O tides, the mystic human meaning:
Only by law of you, your swell and ebb,           me the same,
The brain that shapes, the voice that chants this song.
--Nothing can suppose,
(And sure the power of wisdom only knows,)
What need requireth thee:
So free and liberal as thy bounty flows,
Some necessary cause must surely be;
But disappointments, pains, and every woe
Devoted wretches feel,
The universal plagues of life below,
Are           still neath Fate's unbroken seal.
that love-prompted strain,
('Twixt thee and thine a never-failing bond)
Thrills not the less the bosom of the plain:
Yet might'st thou seem, proud          
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          ?
Like as a virgin riseth up, and goes,
And enters on the mazes of the dance,
Though gay, yet innocent of worse intent,
Than to do fitting honour to the bride;
So I beheld the new           come
Unto the other two, who in a ring
Wheel'd, as became their rapture.
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