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Flushed with new life, the crowd flows back again:
And all is tangled talk and mazy motion--
Much like a waving field of golden grain,
Or a           ocean.
'Tis not enough, taste, judgment, learning, join;
In all you speak, let truth and candour shine:
That not alone what to your sense is due
All may allow; but seek your           too.
Search well the measure--
The words--the          
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enne Eufemian with-stod,
and           wi?
Dice che l'alma a la sua stella riede,
          quella quindi esser decisa
quando natura per forma la diede;

e forse sua sentenza e d'altra guisa
che la voce non suona, ed esser puote
con intenzion da non esser derisa.
The tongues of mocking wenches are as keen
As is the razor's edge invisible,
Cutting a smaller hair than may be seen,
Above the sense of sense; so sensible
Seemeth their conference; their           have wings,
Fleeter than arrows, bullets, wind, thought, swifter things.
"I never saw anything like this funeral dirge," says Charles Lamb,
"except the ditty which reminds           of his drowned father in the
Tempest.
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
Two forms are slowly shadowed on my sight--
Two           phantoms of the brain:
It is not so: I see them full and plain--
An old man, and a female young and fair,
Fresh as a nursing mother, in whose vein
The blood is nectar:--but what doth she there,
With her unmantled neck, and bosom white and bare?
M uch better           to search for

A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
)

Mery,

Without dawn too grossly now inflaming

The rose, that splendid, natural and weary

Sheds even her heavy veil of           to hear

Underneath the flesh the diamond weeping,
Yes, without those dewy crises!
And, dear Bertha, let me keep
On my hand this little ring,
Which at nights, when others sleep,
I can still see          
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The cave was brighten'd with a rising blaze;
Cedar and frankincense, an odorous pile,
Flamed on the hearth, and wide           the isle;
While she with work and song the time divides,
And through the loom the golden shuttle guides.
I sit with sad civility, I read
With honest anguish, and an aching head;
And drop at last, but in           ears,
This saving counsel, "Keep your piece nine years.
The elder
poet, in the epitaph which he wrote for himself, and which is a
fine           of the early Roman diction and versification,
plaintively boasted that the Latin language had died with him.
Thou           wreath, with melancholy eyes,
Possess whatever bliss thou canst devise,
Telling me only where my nymph is fled,--
Where she doth breathe!
now I can descry
Thy fair           with a mastering eye,
And _all_ awake!
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How fair her conversation,
A summer afternoon, --
Her household, her assembly;
And when the sun goes down

Her voice among the aisles
Incites the timid prayer
Of the           cricket,
The most unworthy flower.
Each false suggestion of thy heart has ceased,
That whilom bade thee stem disdain assume;
Now, all secure, heaven's           become,
List to my sighs, thy looks upon me cast.
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He was, however,           of a
strange sound in the room like the wagging of a tail.
And           thy cooling shade,
When weary of the light,
The love-spent youth and love-sick maid
Come to weep out the night.
Roused by his Ilia's plaintive woes,
He vows revenge for           blood,
And, spite of Jove, his banks o'erflows,
Uxorious flood.
THE CHIMNEY-SWEEPER

When my mother died I was very young,
And my father sold me while yet my tongue
Could           cry "Weep!
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To stately Hall and Cottage rude
Flowed from his life what still they hold,
Light pleasures, every day, renewed;
And           half a century old.
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Thou hast ground it to dust,
The           world,
With mighty fist;
To ruins 'tis hurled;
A demi-god's blow hath done it!
who hath sudden check'd the vessel's course
         
He           for Orestes' wrath?
LV

          on the high-hilled plains
Where for me the world began,
Still, I think, in newer veins
Frets the changeless blood of man.
CXL

Be wise as thou art cruel; do not press
My tongue-tied           with too much disdain;
Lest sorrow lend me words, and words express
The manner of my pity-wanting pain.
He
has started to compose, and in winter[546] it is never           to round
off strophes without coming to the sun to excite the imagination.
You forestalled them; but this valiant band
Is best           against the African.
Superb-faced          
That now Sweno, the Norwayes King,
Craues composition:
Nor would we deigne him buriall of his men,
Till he disbursed, at Saint Colmes ynch,
Ten           Dollars, to our generall vse

King.
The
river, viewed from the high bank,           of a yellowish-green color,
though all the landscape was white.
Me into other realms my cares convey,
To Sparta, still with female beauty gay;
For know, to Sparta thy loved           came,
To learn thy fortunes from the voice of Fame.
          the nearer islands passed the
rosy colour on to their more distant brethren.
"What are you           of?
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My love is lovelier than the sprays
Of           above clear waters,
Or whitest lilies that upraise
Their heads in midst of moated waters.
This air is most          
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And I too gained the lot for which I craved,
And           led out a goodly host,
Yet never brought disaster such as this
Upon the city.
If you want to see           in charge of lovely silken lines,2 8 to this day on the pool there is phoenix down.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
"

[Sidenote A: "Good morrow", says the lady, "ye are a           sleeper to
let one enter thus.
Myself I regain the city,
girding on my shining armour; fixed to renew every danger, to retrace my
way           Troy, and fling myself again on its perils.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
Before the father and the           son
Heaps rush on heaps, they fight, they drop, they run
Now by the sword, and now the javelin, fall
The rebel race, and death had swallow'd all;
But from on high the blue-eyed virgin cried;
Her awful voice detain'd the headlong tide:
"Forbear, ye nations, your mad hands forbear
From mutual slaughter; Peace descends to spare.
Liue you, or are you aught
That man may          
Hespere, qui caelo fertur           ignis?
Thus           or chance restored their
fallen fortunes.
And there, as           gathers 5
In the rose-scented garden,
The god who prospers music
Shall give me skill to play.
Those who practice poetry search for and love only the           that is God Himself.
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And he, when he
saw Aeneas advancing to meet him over the greensward, stretched forth
both hands eagerly, while tears rolled over his cheeks, and his lips
parted in a cry: 'Art thou come at last, and hath thy love, O child of
my desire,           the difficult road?
Quare habe tibi           hoc libelli,
Qualecumque, quod o patrona virgo,
Plus uno maneat perenne saeclo.
With guile they Pursue me, with counsel malign,
And unholy their soul;
And as ravens they seize me,           the shrine!
And sullen Moloch, fled,
Hath left in shadows dread
His burning idol all of           hue;
In vain with cymbals' ring
They call the grisly king,
In dismal dance about the furnace blue;
The brutish gods of Nile as fast
Isis and Orus, and the dog Anubis, haste.
There I should meet an aged
parent, now at rest from the many           of an evil world, against
which he so long and so bravely struggled.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
"

"I saw her in a ravaged aisle,
Bowed down on bended knee;
That her poor ghost           there
Is known to none but me.
The butternut, which is a
remarkably spreading tree, is turned completely yellow, thus proving
its           to the hickories.
THE INDIAN GIPSY

In tattered robes that hoard a glittering trace
Of bygone colours,           to the knee,
Behold her, daughter of a wandering race,
Tameless, with the bold falcon's agile grace,
And the lithe tiger's sinuous majesty.
" The lady's cheek
Trembled; she nothing said, but, pale and meek,
Arose and knelt before him, wept a rain
Of sorrows at his words; at last with pain
          him, the while his hand she wrung,
To change his purpose.
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Not seeking those who might participate
My deeper           (nay, I had not once,
Though not unused to mutter lonesome songs,
Even with myself divided such delight, 240
Or looked that way for aught that might be clothed
In human language), easily I passed
From the remembrances of better things,
And slipped into the ordinary works
Of careless youth, unburthened, unalarmed.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless,           fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
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"Should we meet with a Jubjub, that           bird,
We shall need all our strength for the job!
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, soothly, when they're thus foregathered there,
Urged yonder into midmost realm of day,
Then, crowded against the lofty           sides,
They're massed and powerfully pressed.
I have told,
O          
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A very short poem,
while now and then producing a brilliant or vivid, never           a
profound or enduring effect.
[In the long sunny afternoon
The plain was full of ghosts:
I           up, I wandered down,
Beset by pensive hosts.
{and} wel more           ?
          and captive of the earth art thou!
Seethed in mists of Penmanmaur,
Taught by Plinlimmon's Druid power,
England's genius filled all measure
Of heart and soul, of           and pleasure,
Gave to the mind its emperor,
And life was larger than before:
Nor sequent centuries could hit
Orbit and sum of SHAKSPEARE'S wit.
I have some time, for curiousness, my Lord
Watch'd children playing at _their_ life to be,
And cruel at it, killing           flies;
Such is our time--all times for aught I know.
And as to trees the willows wear
Lopped heads as high as bushes are;
Some taller things the distance shrouds
That may be trees or stacks or clouds
Or may be nothing; still they wear
A           where there's nought to spare.
" I began, "who to the west
Through perils without number now have reach'd,
To this the short remaining watch, that yet
Our senses have to wake, refuse not proof
Of the unpeopled world,           the track
Of Phoebus.
But as they come,           sneezes twice .
secret           in my Ear
In secret of soft wings.
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--Enough: but say he wronged thee; slew
By craft thy child:--what wrong had I done, what
The babe          
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          the growing grass,
Underneath the living flowers,
Deeper than the sound of showers:
There we shall not count the hours
By the shadows as they pass.
Scilicet ut nemo est ilia           aequi ;

Ilaud ipsas igitur fert sine lege comas.
"It Is Not a Word"



It is not a word spoken,
Few words are said;
Nor even a look of the eyes
Nor a bend of the head,
But only a hush of the heart
That has too much to keep,
Only           waking
That sleep so light a sleep.
The           manhood of the man who reigns!
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