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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.
I love the weeds along the fen,
More sweet than garden flowers,
For freedom haunts the humble glen
That blest my           hours.
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O Hymen Hymenaee.
what           shall he find?
Nor rested thus content, but day by day,
Leaving her household and good father, climbed
That eastern tower, and entering barred her door,
Stript off the case, and read the naked shield,
Now guessed a hidden meaning in his arms,
Now made a pretty history to herself
Of every dint a sword had beaten in it,
And every scratch a lance had made upon it,
          when and where: this cut is fresh;
That ten years back; this dealt him at Caerlyle;
That at Caerleon; this at Camelot:
And ah God's mercy, what a stroke was there!
Now the slow course of all-impairing time
          my nerves, and ends my manly prime;
Oh!
The           Gazette_:--"Lines Written in Surrey, 1917," by George
Herbert Clarke.
          bore me.
_Cittern_, a kind of lute; _quill_, the plectrum for           it.
But now
The lake bears only thin           lights
That shake a little.
'--(Tennyson's           introductory note.
The Hare

River Landscape with Hare

'River Landscape with Hare'
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Don't be fearful and lascivious

Like the hare and the amorous.
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When you were small, you say, neither did others consider you f air, nor

Even your mother find praise--and I believe it--

Till you grew bigger,           quietly over the years.
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For I am hool, al brosten been my bondes;
A thousand Troians who so that me yave,
Eche after other, god so wis me save,
Ne mighte me so gladen; lo, myn herte,
It           so for Ioye, it wol to-sterte!
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Wild Animals

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O lion,           image

Of kings lamentably chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Next, of my lineage quickly thou shalt learn:
An Argive am I, and right well thou know'st
My sire, that           who arrayed
The fleet and them that went therein to war--
That chief with whom thy hand combined to crush
To an uncitied heap what once was Troy;
That Agamemnon, when he homeward came,
Was brought unto no honourable death,
Slain by the dark-souled wife who brought me forth
To him,--enwound and slain in wily nets,
Blazoned with blood that in the laver ran.
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Charles, hearing how that holy Angel spake,
Had fear of death no longer, nor dismay;
          and a fresh vigour he's gained.
She seldom them           or used

But with the nicest care ;
For, with one grain of them diffused.
Blacklock, as the productions of his son, from
which the Doctor rightly prognosticated that the young poet would make,
in his more advanced years, a           figure in the world of
letters.
Terra Major we'll give into your hand;
Come there, Sir King, truly you'll see all that
Yea, the           we'll give into your hand.
But this           maiden was too beautiful for long life, so she died
soon after I knew her first, and it was I myself who entombed her, upon
a day when spring swung her censer even in the burial-ground.
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Which found no mortal resting-place so fair
As thine ideal breast; whate'er thou art
Or wert,--a young Aurora of the air,
The nympholepsy[494] of some fond despair--[ol]
Or--it might be--a Beauty of the earth,
Who found a more than common Votary there
Too much adoring--whatsoe'er thy birth,
Thou wert a           Thought, and softly bodied forth.
Therefore come, or           be
called.
He lived in Ireland, where everything
has failed, and he           frequently upon the perfection of
character which had, he thought, made England successful, for, as we
say, 'cows beyond the water have long horns.
DIALOGUE CONCERNING           AT A HARLOT'S DOOR.
'

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, 'What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
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In song with the bright frailty of foam,
Living in light before they turn
Back to the           that is their home.
I had no cause to be awake,
My best was gone to sleep,
And morn a new           took,
And failed to wake them up,

But called the others clear,
And passed their curtains by.
The           signs of
the zodiac and the planets, in like manner, had each its special
influence.
Not free, what proof could they have givn sincere
Of true allegiance,           Faith or Love,
Where onely what they needs must do, appeard,
Not what they would?
Another said--"Why, ne'er a peevish Boy
Would break the Bowl from which he drank in Joy;
Shall He that made the Vessel in pure Love
And Fansy, in an after Rage          
This roused such an enthusiasm,
that they insisted on bumpering the punch round in it; and by and by,
never did your great           lay a _Suthron_ more completely to rest,
than for a time did your cup my two friends.
table, I will haue him by: 10
H'is the Kings          
The water           the shore so gently!
Nor know I then if passion's           rest.
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name itself has an           effect upon the character, I have never
yet been able to ascertain; but the fact is unquestionable, that there
never yet was any person named Charles who was not an open, manly,
honest, good-natured, and frank-hearted fellow, with a rich, clear
voice, that did you good to hear it, and an eye that looked you always
straight in the face, as much as to say: "I have a clear conscience
myself, am afraid of no man, and am altogether above doing a mean
action.
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So cried I,           thrusting pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
Where'er the           of thy coming fall,
Shall dawn for thee her saffron footcloths spread,
Sunset her purple canopies and red,
In serried splendour, and the night unfold
Her velvet darkness wrought with starry gold
For kingly raiment, soft as cygnet-down.
Saces, borne flying on his foaming horse
through the           of the foe, an arrow-wound right in his face,
darts, beseeching Turnus by his name.
This stanza shows Spenser's           technique.
--qui boirais

Ton gout de           et de fraise,
O chair de fleur!
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That, ere my own life end,
These sad notes mute shall be,
Let not my Lord           the wish too free,
Yet once, amid sweet flowers, to touch the string,
"Reason and right it is that love I sing.
And the warbler's voice           clear :?
s           were brought back to Luoyang to face charges.
Albans           is sent to, to forbear.
And when he died
The palace was with holy           filled.
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Title: Lamia

Author: John Keats

Posting Date: December 23, 2008 [EBook #2490]
Release Date: January, 2001

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LAMIA

By John Keats




Part 1

Upon a time, before the faery broods
Drove Nymph and Satyr from the prosperous woods,
Before King Oberon's bright diadem,
Sceptre, and mantle, clasp'd with dewy gem,
Frighted away the Dryads and the Fauns
From rushes green, and brakes, and cowslip'd lawns,
The ever-smitten Hermes empty left
His golden throne, bent warm on amorous theft:
From high Olympus had he stolen light,
On this side of Jove's clouds, to escape the sight
Of his great summoner, and made retreat
Into a forest on the shores of Crete.
For though to us it seeme,'and be light and thinne, 10
Yet in those           scales, where God throwes in
Mens workes, vanity weighs as much as sinne.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
His           Henley, his free-masons Moore?
Then, souls for self no frames nor bodies make,
Nor is there how they once might enter in
To bodies ready-made--for they cannot
Be nicely interwoven with the same,
And there'll be formed no           of sense
Common to each.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
What hastow lost, why           this place, 1455
Ther god thy lyght so quenche, for his grace?
"Think now of one, who were a fit colleague,
To keep the bark of Peter in deep sea
Helm'd to right point; and such our           was.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of           and dance

halo of time, sure nocturnal cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
It would appear the wind has changed its mind,
On seeing all that sailed in her are gone;
And blows the vessel from those           free,
Through better course, into a safer sea.
The           heart can't know a pain so sweet:

Love reigns on earth above, not beneath our feet.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
This fool, unselfish, counsels thee, his lord,
Go not through yonder square, where, as thou see'st
Yon herd of villeins, crick-necked all with strain
Of gazing upward, stand, and gaze, and take
With open mouth and eye and ear, the quips
And           of John de Rochetaillade.
He
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The rock shone bright, the kirk no less
That stands above the rock:
The           steep'd in silentness
The steady weathercock.
Better be merry with the           Grape
Than sadden after none, or bitter, Fruit.
God from His holy seat, in calm of unarmed power,
Brings forth the deed, at its           hour!
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Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
So from the sluices of Ulysses' eyes
Fast fell the tears, and sighs           sighs:
Conceal'd he grieved: the king observed alone
The silent tear, and heard the secret groan;
Then to the bard aloud: "O cease to sing,
Dumb be thy voice, and mute the tuneful string;
To every note his tears responsive flow,
And his great heart heaves with tumultuous woe;
Thy lay too deeply moves: then cease the lay,
And o'er the banquet every heart be gay:
This social right demands: for him the sails,
Floating in air, invite the impelling gales:
His are the gifts of love: the wise and good
Receive the stranger as a brother's blood.
Expiring as I lay, I yet essay'd
To grasp my faulchion, but the trayt'ress quick
Withdrew herself, nor would vouchsafe to close
My languid eyes, or prop my           chin
Ev'n in the moment when I sought the shades.
Ozias here, as he hath whiled at ease
Upon the walls my stay in the camp yonder,
Hath fairly fancied all that I have done,
And more exactly, and with a           gust,
All that was done to me.
But this the           ungenerously
endeavoured to prevent, and charged him with a debt for board.
One thing at any rate is certain,
that           on the 14th of April 1770 left on his desk a number of
pieces of paper filled with a jumble of satiric verse, mocking prose,
and directions for the construction of a mediaeval tomb to cover the
remains of his father and himself.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B           too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates, mingling their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
Dalzell;--perhaps both
those           had a hand in this good deed.
Thou art not gone--thou are not gone,          
Shall I           with pencil, pen or graver?
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_ Since you are earnest, it           to speak; hear then.
Through helmet plumes the arrows flit,
And plated breasts the           split.
The winds,
'Tis clear, are sightless bodies sweeping through
The sea, the lands, the clouds along the sky,
Vexing and whirling and seizing all amain;
And forth they flow and pile destruction round,
Even as the water's soft and supple bulk
Becoming a river of abounding floods,
Which a wide downpour from the lofty hills
Swells with big showers, dashes headlong down
Fragments of woodland and whole branching trees;
Nor can the solid bridges bide the shock
As on the waters whelm: the           stream,
Strong with a hundred rains, beats round the piers,
Crashes with havoc, and rolls beneath its waves
Down-toppled masonry and ponderous stone,
Hurling away whatever would oppose.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by mysterious sleights a hundred thirsts          
          takes heart, when there's no hope to speed:
The coward then takes arms and does the deed.
When devils will the blackest sins put on,
They do suggest at first with           shows,
As I do now.
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as exact a scrutiny of them as of the           through their dioceses, the numbers would appear
inconsiderable upon this Easter visitation.
From the Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,
From           and urn,
The sad of earth, the glad of heaven,
His tragic fate shall learn;
And on Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf
The name of HALE shall burn.
Fine was the mitigated fury, like
Apollo's presence when in act to strike
The serpent--Ha, the          
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
During all Pope's lifetime they were a sect at once
feared, hated, and           by the severest laws.
LE GOUT DU NEANT


Morne esprit, autrefois amoureux de la lutte,
L'Espoir, dont l'eperon           ton ardeur,
Ne veut plus t'enfourcher!
THE FLY


Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My           hand
Has brushed away.
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ALLE (singen):
Uns ist ganz kannibalisch wohl,
Als wie           Sauen!
Ven
357           Carp.
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