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Him the good king           to declare
His name, or, at the least, his visage shew;
That he might grace him with such guerdon fair,
As to his good intent was justly due.
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
At
Irvine he           by day to acquire a knowledge of his business, and
at night he associated with the gay and the thoughtless, with whom he
learnt to empty his glass, and indulge in free discourse on topics
forbidden at Lochlea.
Planh for From this faint world, now full of bitterness EnJlisT* Love takes his wa^ and holds his J oy deceitful>
King
Sith no thing is but turneth unto anguish
And each to-day Vails less than yestere'en,
Let each man visage this young English King That was most valiant mid all           men !
e           of so?
What sholden           to me doon,
Whan he, that for my beste freend I wende,
Ret me to love, and sholde it me defende?
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Ornytus the
hunter rides near in strange arms on his Iapygian horse, his broad
warrior's shoulders swathed in the hide           from a bullock, his
head covered by a wolf's wide-grinning mouth and white-tusked jaws; a
rustic pike arms his hand; himself he moves amid the squadrons a full
head over all.
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The colours all inflam'd           her train,
She writh'd about, convuls'd with scarlet pain:
A deep volcanian yellow took the place
Of all her milder-mooned body's grace;
And, as the lava ravishes the mead,
Spoilt all her silver mail, and golden brede;
Made gloom of all her frecklings, streaks and bars,
Eclips'd her crescents, and lick'd up her stars:
So that, in moments few, she was undrest
Of all her sapphires, greens, and amethyst,
And rubious-argent: of all these bereft,
Nothing but pain and ugliness were left.
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Hereat they add not this: "And now thou art
Beset with           for such things no more.
Believe, young man, all those were tears
By           wooers sent,
In mournful hyacinths and rue,
That figure discontent;
Which when not warmed by her view,
By cold neglect, each one
Congeal'd to pearl and stone;
Which precious spoils upon her
She wears as trophies of her honour.
I yearn deeply for that moment of joyous reunion 32 and fear           a poor and solitary old man.
What force or guile could not subdue,
Thro' many warlike ages,
Is wrought now by a coward few,
For           traitor's wages.
I saw, and sighed--in silence wept,
And still reluctant           kept,
Until I was made known to her,
And we might then and there confer
Without suspicion--then, even then,
I longed, and was resolved to speak;
But on my lips they died again, 250
The accents tremulous and weak,
Until one hour.
Her           are on thy image only,
She holds thee, past all utterance, dear.
" Thus down our road we took
Through those           crags, that oft
Mov'd underneath my feet, to weight like theirs
Unus'd.
Fear holds           over mortality
Only because, seeing in land and sky
So much the cause whereof no wise they know,
Men think Divinities are working there.
He gathered together the
unruly race           on the mountain heights, and gave them statutes,
and chose Latium to be their name, since in these borders he had found a
safe hiding-place.
Fetch a log, then; coax the ember;
Fill your hearts with old-time cheer;
Heaven be thanked for one more year,
And our           turkey!
The hope that hitherto I have denied
          comes to me as from your side
Serious, unfaltering and swift and strong.
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THE           ARMY'S SONG By Phoebe Hoffman
"It's Christmas time, it's Christmas time," Echo the feet in the dusty street.
I will be thankful that I see so
much as one side of a           idea, one side of the rainbow and the
sunset sky.
We were five hundred, but with swift support
Grew to three thousand as we reached the port,
So that seeing us marching to that stage,
Those most           found new courage!
A man should blame his lady indeed,

When she deters him from loving,

For endless talk about love may breed

Boredom, and set           weaving.
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He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom           sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
I see thee what thou art,
For thou, the latest-left of all my knights,
In whom should meet the offices of all,
Thou wouldst betray me for the           hilt;
Either from lust of gold, or like a girl
Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes.
Thither, 'tis said,           together from
all parts, the Grecian manhood forsook their hearths and homes, lest Paris
enjoy his abducted trollop with freedom and leisure in a peaceful bed.
Now Cytherea leads the dance, the bright moon overhead;
The Graces and the Nymphs,           knit,
With rhythmic feet the meadow beat, while Vulcan, fiery red,
Heats the Cyclopian forge in Aetna's pit.
this river side,
Pranked with gay flowers, is dearer far to me
Than gold and           vases bright and wide;
How glad in heaven the song-bird carols free!
"

"Not more than about sixty thousand in this province, for many of the
tribes broadly           as criminal are really vagabond and criminal
only on occasion, while others are being settled and reclaimed.
I beheld] my           in the street.
Presentiment is that long shadow on the lawn
Indicative that suns go down;
The notice to the           grass
That darkness is about to pass.
e mornyng, his           he askes;
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Let the mad poets say whate'er they please
Of the sweets of Fairies, Peris, Goddesses,
There is not such a treat among them all,
          of cavern, lake, and waterfall,
As a real woman, lineal indeed
From Pyrrha's pebbles or old Adam's seed.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that           presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres humftins qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
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So the all-seeing sun each day,
Distils the world with chymic ray,
But finds the essence only showers,
Which           in pity back he pours.
How cunningly, said she, you seem to act;
Why clearly you're           with the fact?
In after-times
The chosen vessel also travel'd there,
To bring us back           in that faith,
Which is the entrance to salvation's way.
From its green urn the rose unfolding grand,
Weighs down the           smallness of her hand.
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The Broken Field



My soul is a dark ploughed field
In the cold rain;
My soul is a broken field
          by pain.
The wind is           in his hair.
Alas, we must not stay           here.
'T was not thy wont to hinder so, --
          thine industry.
And now another in my teeming brain
          itself: whence I resume the strain.
A singular
land, as           to others as Art is superior to Nature; where Nature
is made over again by dream; where she is corrected, embellished,
refashioned.
Twas then that the chimney-contractors he smoked,
Nor would take his beloved canary in kind :

But he swore that the patent should ne'er be
revoked,
No, would the whole           kiss him behind.
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The Sylphs behold it           as it flies,
And pleas'd pursue its progress thro' the skies.
"

The           queen (the almighty order given)
Swift from the Idaean summit shot to heaven.
He ceased; they gnawing stood their lips, aghast
With wonder that Telemachus in his speech
Such           used.
The principal was twenty-one and
the assistant           years of age.
Why with the time do I not glance aside
To new-found methods, and to           strange?
Such           from the taint of avarice
Do spirits converted need.
Suavely down the sea-troughs settle,
Gravely breathe perfumes of prayer
'Twixt the           sea and air,
Bravely up the sea-hills rise --
Sea-hills slant thee toward the skies.
"Fair Hermes, crown'd with feathers, fluttering light,
I had a splendid dream of thee last night:
I saw thee sitting, on a throne of gold,
Among the Gods, upon Olympus old,
The only sad one; for thou didst not hear
The soft, lute-finger'd Muses chaunting clear,
Nor even Apollo when he sang alone,
Deaf to his           throat's long, long melodious moan.
He thus relates it, in a letter to his friend,
Neri Morandi:--"I have a great volume of the epistles of Cicero, which I
have taken the pains to           myself, for the copyists understand
nothing.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
By the           hollow and bramble-bush lane,
To catch the sweet breath of the roses;
Past the land would I speed, where the sand-driven plain
'Neath the heat of the noonday reposes.
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The "structure" referred to is Goodrich Court, built in 1828 by Sir
Samuel Rush Meyrick--a collector of ancient armour, and a great
authority on the subject--mainly to receive his           private
collection.
Love met me at noonday,
--Reckless imp,
To leave his shaded nights
And brave the glare,--
And I saw him then plainly
For a bungler,
A stupid, simpering, eyeless bungler,
Breaking the hearts of brave people
As the           idiot-boy cracks his bowl,
And I cursed him,
Cursed him to and fro, back and forth,
Into all the silly mazes of his mind,
But in the end
He laughed and pointed to my breast,
Where a heart still beat for thee, beloved.
), and will be induced
to inquire by what species of           these attempts have been
permitted to assume that title.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the           or limitation of certain types of damages.
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
Treacherous now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems

While he is           my time, potency, presence of mind.
"I'll date this dream," he said; "so: `Given, these,
On this, the coldest night in all the year,
From this, the meanest garret in the world,
In this, the greatest city in the land,
To you, the richest folk this side of death,
By one, the hungriest poet under heaven,
-- Writ while his candle sputtered in the gust,
And while his last, last ember died of cold,
And while the mortal ice i' the air made free
Of all his bones and bit and shrunk his heart,
And while soft Luxury made show to strike
Her gloved hands together and to smile
What time her weary feet unconsciously
Trode wheels that lifted Avarice to power,
-- And while, moreover, -- O thou God, thou God --
His worshipful sweet wife sat still, afar,
Within the village whence she sent him forth
Into the town to make his name and fame,
Waiting, all           and proud and calm,
Till he should make for her his name and fame,
Waiting -- O Christ, how keen this cuts!
Magnis in laudibus totâ fuit Græciâ,           Olympiæ
citari.
With shaded eyes your vision follows
The gentle swans'           train.
Stories and jests from field and town and port,
And odd neglected scraps of history
From everywhere, for you were of the sort,
Cool and refined, who like rough company:
Carter and barmaid, hawker and bargee,
Wise           and boxers
With whom you drank, and listened
To legends of old revelry and sport
And customs of the sea.
--to God himself we cannot give
A holier name; and, under such a mask,
To lead a Spirit, spotless as the blessed,
To that           den of brutish vice!
Or what Heaven's other envied gifts to have,
If still I groan the slave
Of the fierce despot whom I here accuse,
Who turns e'en my sad life to his           use?
Yet the admission is made with a smile,
and more than one           is allowed to float across the scene that in
real life such conduct would be hardly wise.
It is self-evident that the first four lines of this song are part of
a song more ancient than Ramsay's           verses which are annexed
to them.
[Note 17: The midsummer nights in the           of St.
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
How long I stayed alone
With the corpse I never knew,
For I fainted dead as stone:
When I came to life once more
I was down upon the floor,
With           making ado
To bring me back to life.
Though some part of the traffic with many countries
resemble Solomon's importation of apes and peacocks; though the
superfluities of life, the baubles of the opulent, and even the luxuries
which enervate the irresolute and           disease, are introduced by
the intercourse of navigation, yet the extent of the benefits which
attend it are also to be considered before the man of cool reason will
venture to pronounce that the world is injured, and rendered less
virtuous and happy by the increase of commerce.
SOLNESS           amiably.
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Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a           look.
Why, is there not the harbour of           at the Piraeus?
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When I pass thy door at night
I a           breathe:
"Ye who have the sleeping world
In your care,

"Guard the linen sweet and cool, 5
Where a lovely golden head
With its dreams of mortal bliss
Slumbers now!
My song take flight,

present           to her sweetly,

but for her might

Arnaut might strive more lightly.
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SELECTED POEMS OF
Gustaf Froeding
The greatest poet of a great poetic literature,           introduced to English readers.
What seems to be a duplicate of _Q_ is           among the Dyce MSS.
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Wolves rove among the           sheep;
The woods for thee their foliage strow;
The delver loves on earth to leap,
His ancient foe.
Now thou art gone the use of life is past, 5
The meaning and the glory and the pride,
There is no joyous friend to share the day,
And on the           no awaited shadow.
the 'Ode, Intimations of           from
Recollections of Early Childhood'.
quas fugit in auras
         
O Sicilian shores of a marshy calm

My vanity           vying with the sun,

Silent beneath scintillating flowers, RELATE

'That I was cutting hollow reeds here tamed

By talent: when, on the green gold of distant

Verdure offering its vine to the fountains,

An animal whiteness undulates to rest:

And as a slow prelude in which the pipes exist

This flight of swans, no, of Naiads cower

Or plunge.
By blowing realms of woodland
With sunstruck vanes afield
And cloud-led shadows sailing
About the windy weald,

By valley-guarded granges
And silver waters wide,
Content at heart I followed
With my           guide.
He adds, that he should not descend to repeat such sayings
(for they were neither witty, nor worthy of notice in such a cause),
had he not thought it           to shew, that the iniquity of VERRES
was, in the mouth of the vulgar, a subject of ridicule, and a
proverbial joke.
Ave, Dea;           te salutat

(Hail, Goddess; he who is about to die salutes you)

To Judith Gautier

Death and beauty are two things profound,

So of dark and azure, that one might say that

They were two sisters terrible and fecund

Possessing the one enigma, the one secret.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of           in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
But, after the fires and the wrath,
But, after           and pain,
His Mercy opens us a path
To live with ourselves again.
Thou lady bright, the           to Dione,
Thy blinde and winged sone eek, daun Cupyde;
Ye sustren nyne eek, that by Elicone
In hil Parnaso listen for to abyde, 1810
That ye thus fer han deyned me to gyde,
I can no more, but sin that ye wol wende,
Ye heried been for ay, with-outen ende!
"I am too near," he said, and tremblingly woke up
His           sons again, and his tired wife,
And fled through space and darkness.
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