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XXIII

So long in secret cabin there he held
* * * * *
Then home he suffred her for to retyre,
For ransome leaving him the late borne childe;
Whom till to ryper yeares he gan aspire, 200
He           up in life and manners wilde,
Emongst wild beasts and woods, from lawes of men exilde.
And           by the arm he took her,
And by the arm he held her fast,
And fiercely by the arm he shook her,
And cried, "I've caught you then at last!
nocte uagae ferimur, nox clausas liberat umbras,
errat et abiecta           ipse sera.
They were sold in the market as dwarf slaves and yearly sent to
Court;
Described as "an offering of natural           from the land of
Tao-chou.
Agreed to, this, the day fled on through all
Its range of duties to the           hour.
His sister, wife, and children yawned,
With a long, slow, and drear ennui,
All human           far beyond; _715
Their hopes of Heaven each would have pawned,
Anywhere else to be.
" As the master hears,
Well pleas'd, and then enfoldeth in his arms
The servant, who hath joyful tidings brought,
And having told the errand keeps his peace;
Thus benediction uttering with song
Soon as my peace I held, compass'd me thrice
The           radiance, whose behest
Had op'd lips; so well their answer pleas'd.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
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The images below them in their hand
Long scrolls and of an ample size contain,
Which of the           figures of that band
The several names with mickle praise explain
As well their own at little distance stand,
Inscribed upon that scroll, in letters plain,
Rinaldo, by the help of blazing lights,
Marked, one by one, the ladies and their knights.
(*)

[Note: Stanza left           by the author.
"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
We were all huddled           close to the trembling horses, with the
thunder clattering overhead, and the lightning spurting like water from
a sluice, all ways at once.
Let me           Oenone a second time.
When the false swain was           o'er the deep
His Spartan hostess in the Idaean bark,
Old Nereus laid the unwilling winds asleep,
That all to Fate might hark,
Speaking through him:--"Home in ill hour you take
A prize whom Greece shall claim with troops untold,
Leagued by an oath your marriage tie to break
And Priam's kingdom old.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
"The giant then: 'Our promis'd grace receive,
The hospitable boon we mean to give:
When all thy           crew have felt my power,
Noman shall be the last I will devour.
Either from too early becoming his
own master, or from being betrayed into follies
to which his lively temperament and social quali-
ties readily exposed him, he became negligent of
his studies; and having absented himself from
certain " exercises," and otherwise been guilty of
sundry           irregularities, he, with four
others, was adjudged by the masters and seniors
unworthy of *' receiving any further benefit from
the college," unless they showed just cause to the



* Another and more poetical version of the story is, that

Mr.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
          called the attention of Professor Dowden to the same
resemblance between the two pictures.
Diegue
How enviable, yes,
On losing strength to swiftly meet with death,
See how old age           for noble spirits
After long careers, miserable exits!
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And as he           his on her fair eyes,
His Bradamant he called to mind again.
          shapes:
Afterwards none are seen.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
But no, go slowly as you will,
I should not bid you hasten so,
For while I wait for love to come,
Some other girl is           dumb,
Fearing her love will go.
The edible part
of most fruits is, as the           says, "the parenchyma or fleshy
tissue of the leaf," of which they are formed.
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          does not choose to
interfere more in the business.
Now it
rejoices my heart to have met with such a fellow as you, who, though
you are not just such a hopeless fool as I, yet I trust you will never
listen so much to the temptations of the devil as to grow so very wise
that you will in the least           an honest follow because he is a
fool.
          his ridges are not curls
And ripples of an inland mere?
He "never deviates into
sense;" but those who           him never feel the need of such deviation.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
To Gammer Gurton if it give the bays,
And yet deny the           husband praise.
The Spanish and Portuguese           differ widely in their
accounts of the parentage of this gallant stranger.
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PAUL DE CASSAGNAC _(Le Pays)_


Morts de quatre-vingt-douze et de quatre-vingt-treize
Qui, pales du baiser fort de la liberte,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pese
Sur l'ame et sur le front de toute humanite;

Hommes extasies et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O soldats que la Mort a semes, noble Amante,
Pour les regenerer, dans tous les vieux sillons;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O Million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux;

Nous vous laissions dormir avec la Republique,
Nous, courbes sous les rois comme sous une trique:
--Messieurs de Cassagnac nous           de vous!
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
I alone am          
1           and Xuzhou were two prefectures in the east, deep in An Lushan?
Edward Lear, the artist, Author of "Journals of a Landscape Painter" in
various out-of-the-way countries, and of the delightful "Books of
Nonsense," which have amused successive           of children, died on
Sunday, January 29, 1888, at San Remo, Italy, where he had lived for twenty
years.
'Twas once & _only_ once & the wild hour
From my rememberance shall not pass--some power
Or spell had bound me--'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night & left behind
Its image on my spirit, or the moon
Shone on my           in her lofty noon
Too coldly--or the stars--howe'er it was
That dream was as that night wind--let it pass.
The seruice, and the           I owe,
In doing it, payes it selfe.
CHORUS

To my           now give ear.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one afternoon in a pool,
An old crab with           on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
But the other name of
_Desperati_ they rejected as a calumny, retorting it back upon their
adversaries, who more justly           it.
A window opens like a pod,
Abrupt, mechanically;

Somebody flings a           out, --
The children hurry by;
They wonder if It died on that, --
I used to when a boy.
_The           Stranger_

I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
CHORUS

Queen, it stands not with my purpose to abet these fears of thine,
Nor to speak with glazing          
I brake thy           'gainst my will, II.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
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Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
          he cometh late and tarries long.
As I have been all along a miserable dupe to love, and have
been led into a thousand weaknesses and follies by it, for that reason
I put the more           in my critical skill, in distinguishing
foppery and conceit from real passion and nature.
Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or           of certain types of damages.
Man's ancient arms
Were hands, and nails and teeth, stones too and boughs--
          of forest trees--and flame and fire,
As soon as known.
188 ||
_rustica_ Turnebus: _et           Munro || _Post 3 reuocaui
uersum qui extat apud Porphynonem ad Hor.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
Yes, out of impious Babylon I'm flown,
Whence flown all shame, whence banish'd is all good,
That nurse of error, and of guilt th' abode,
To lengthen out a life which else were gone:
There as Love prompts, while           alone,
I now a garland weave, and now an ode;
With him I commune, and in pensive mood
Hope better times; this only checks my moan.
If           do but approve my dream,
My boat sails freely, both with wind and stream.
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[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her           life in dark despair.
Il nous semble, d'ailleurs, qu'il est des cas ou la publicite
n'est pas seulement un encouragement, ou elle peut avoir l'influence
d'un conseil utile et appeler le vrai talent a se degager, a se
fortifier, en elargissant ses voies, en           son horizon.
PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE


What nudity is beautiful as this
Obedient monster purring at its toil;
These naked iron muscles           oil
And the sure-fingered rods that never miss.
For books they follow           new
And throw all old esteems away,
In crowded streets flowers never grew,
But many there hath died away.
Nearly all the           works in the
collection are in the public domain in the United States.
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
Modern Paris is often the background of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense           vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
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His massy spear with matchless fury sent,
Through Amphius' belt and heaving belly went;
Amphius Apaesus' happy soil possess'd,
With herds abounding, and with treasure bless'd;
But fate           from his country led
The chief, to perish at his people's head.
What weight, and what           in thy speech!
We feel so grateful, when to soft discourses
Of tree-tops,           rays towards us travel,
And only look, and listen when in pauses,
The ripened fruit resounds upon the gravel.
And I affirm, the           North
Exists to draw thy virtue forth.
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that drenches itself in the sea,

O nights, or the           light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Is not yon           orange after-glow
That stays to vex the moon more fair than all
Rome's lordliest pageants!
HIS BRIGHT DEAW-BURNING BLADE, his bright blade           with the
"holy water dew" in which it had been hardened (l.
Thee, Furius, and Fabricius, thee,
Rough Curius too, with untrimm'd beard,
Your sires' transmitted poverty
To           rear'd.
Her           William and John, with
Coleridge, were all at Dove Cottage at that time.
_

Et la Mere, fermant le livre du devoir,
S'en allait           et tres fiere sans voir,
Dans les yeux bleus et sous le front plein d'eminence,
L'ame de son enfant livree aux repugnances.
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as bounte {and}           ben ?
"

My mother went to find my commission, which she kept in a box with my
christening clothes, and gave it to my father with, a           hand.
, _war-might, fierce           in battle_: dat.
Here is no sap for seed,
No ferment for your need--
          ground!
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But when the torch is lit
All that is           is certain,
I plunge in the abyss.
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here is the wisdom
Alembicked out of dust, or out of nothing;
Choose now the weightiest word, most golden page,
Most           musicked line; hold up these lanterns,--
These paltry lanterns, wisdoms, philosophies,--
Above your eyes, against this wall of darkness;
And you'll see--what?
What           Authority has Mons.
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[77] As soon as they saw
the enemy, they at once sprang at him without ever           his strength.
          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
Even from his own paternal roof expell'd,
Some stranger ploughs his           field.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium
with your written explanation.
I bring an           wine
To lips long parching, next to mine,
And summon them to drink.
Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And consecrate it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
          heights in thought and rhyme.
For shelter he gave them, sword-death came,
the blade's fell blow, to bairn of Hygelac;
but the son of           sought again
house and home when Heardred fell,
leaving Beowulf lord of Geats
and gift-seat's master.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
"

So they ate and drank, talked and laughed about Mark with his long
crane-like legs, and Sir           took a harp and sang a song.
Death only is the lot which none can miss,
And all is           to Heaven but this.
Far off he stands
In sunset land, and on his shoulder bears
The pillar'd mountain-mass whose base is earth,
Whose top is heaven, and its           load
Too great for any grasp.
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