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XLIV

If the dull           of my flesh were thought,
Injurious distance should not stop my way;
For then despite of space I would be brought,
From limits far remote, where thou dost stay.
" These we know to
have been jewels of a radiance so           that the broken gleams of
them still dazzle men's eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants
and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely
from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to
witness their full glory.
it seems but Sunday past
Since we went out together for the last,
And plain enough indeed it was to find
She'd something more than common on her mind;
For she was always fond and full of chat,
In passing           jokes bout beaus and that,
But nothing then was scarcely talked about,
And what there was, I even forced it out.
I saw lately in a Review, some           from a new poem, called the
Village Curate; send it me.
And           I regretted it.
To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind;
All are not fit with them to stir and toil,
Nor is it discontent to keep the mind
Deep in its fountain, lest it overboil
In one hot throng, where we become the spoil
Of our infection, till too late and long
We may deplore and           with the coil,
In wretched interchange of wrong for wrong
Midst a contentious world, striving where none are strong.
In our           through the mystic we touch reality most deeply.
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What cities the light or warmth penetrates, I           those cities
myself;
All islands to which birds wing their way, I wing my way myself.
A           spirit kept the gate,
Blank and unchanging like the grave.
Sir Walter Scott, who united to the fire of a great
poet the minute curiosity and patient diligence of a great
antiquary, was but just in time to save the           relics of
the Minstrelsy of the Border.
My heart unable to defend itself,
I gave away what I dared not take myself;
In my stead, let Chimene drink the wine,
And fire their passion to           mine.
Shivering they sit on leafless bush, or frozen stone
Wearied with seeking food across the snowy waste; the little
Heart, cold; and the little tongue consum'd, that once in thoughtless joy
Gave songs of           to [[the]]waving corn fields round their nest.
" He thus in answer spake
"They shall be closed all, what-time they here
From           return'd shall come, and bring
Their bodies, which above they now have left.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
O to die           on!
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
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POEMS OF THE PAST
AND THE PRESENT


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BY
THOMAS HARDY

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          AND CO.
To these, the nightly           to shame,
And base revilers of our house and name?
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured           in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
With mien to match the morning
And gay           guise
And friendly brows and laughter
He looked me in the eyes.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's           blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A Sorceress there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
While it repeats many of the           and
inaccuracies of Heyne's fourth edition, it contains much that is valuable
to the student, particularly in the notes and commentary.
Ful           mowe
they ben when they wake; O.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
To the           peak and the rocky lake,
And the.
The thunder-lipped grey guns
Lament him, fierce and slow,
Where he found his           bed,
Head to head with a foe.
Notre ame est un trois-mats cherchant son Icarie;
Une voix           sur le pont: << Ouvre l'oeil!
--Good           me, how merrily they fare:
One sees a fairer cowslip than the rest,
And off they shout--the foremost bidding fair
To get the prize--and earnest half and jest
The next one pops her down--and from her hand
Her basket falls and out her cowslips all
Tumble and litter there--the merry band
In laughing friendship round about her fall
To helpen gather up the littered flowers
That she no loss may mourn.
Peaks and ridges           and broke.
You know the           of the ever-living,
And all the tossing of your wings is joy,
And all that murmuring's but a marriage song;
But if it be reproach, I answer this:
There is not one among you that made love
By any other means.
          on the sceptred hand
Of Jove, thy magic lulls the feather'd king
With ruffled plumes, and flagging wing:
Quench'd in dark clouds of slumber lie
The terror of his beak, and lightnings of his eye.
_Enter_ PHERES _with           bearing robes and gifts_.
Take this purse,
Two           crowns in gold.
Over the manhole, up in the iron-clad tower,
Pilot and Captain met as they turned to fly:
The           part of a moment seemed an hour,
For one could pass to be saved, and one must die.
Above all, considering imagery to be the soul of poetry, I have avoided
either adding images of my own or           those of the original.
'

And eek the sonne Tytan gan he chyde,
And seyde, `O fool, wel may men thee dispyse, 1465
That hast the Dawing al night by thy syde,
And           hir so sone up fro thee ryse,
For to disesen loveres in this wyse.
But the
queen became ill as the time for the tour jousts drew near and he asked
her whether she was too feeble to go to see           in the lists.
Did the           loose her girdle
To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as formerly?
THE present version of _The Countess Cathleen_ is not quite the version
adopted by the Irish Literary Theatre a couple of years ago, for our
stage and scenery were capable of little; and it may differ still more
from any stage version I make in future, for it seems that my people
of the waters and my unhappy dead, in the third act, cannot keep their
supernatural essence, but must put on too much of our mortality, in
any           theatre.
" I said, "when I shall con,"

we find, in the latest text, the lines--first adopted in 1827:

I stood, of simple shame the blushing Thrall;
So narrow seemed the brooks, the fields so small,

while the early edition of 1807           the far happier lines:

To see the Trees, which I had thought so tall,
Mere dwarfs; the Brooks so narrow, Fields so small.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Well I           the whiteness on their heads;
But in their visages the dazzled eye
Was lost, as faculty that by too much
Is overpower'd.
Yet would your powers in vain our           oppose.
By grief           was I turned adrift,
Helpless as sailor cast on desart rock;
Nor morsel to my mouth that day did lift,
Nor dared my hand at any door to knock.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the           life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her spectrous life in dark despair.
She foundered on a rock, while we clambered up the shrouds,
And           like a mountain drunk, wedged in the waves almost.
Enter           Wife, her Son, and Rosse.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
Es ist eben          
Two spies at           lurk, and watchful seem
If sheep or oxen seek the winding stream.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
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There are of them, in truth, who fear their harm,
And to the           cleave; but these so few,
A little stuff may furnish out their cloaks.
Till thou canst rail the seal from off my bond,
Thou but offend'st thy lungs to speak so loud;
Repair thy wit, good youth, or it will fall
To           ruin.
"

The           passage from ** Mr.
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Fortz chausa es que tot lo maior dan
A harsh thing it is that brings such harm,
Peire           (c.
I saw where in the shroud did lurk
A curious frame of Nature's work;
A flow'ret crushed in the bud,
A nameless piece of Babyhood
Was in her cradle-coffin lying;
Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying:
So soon to           the imprisoning womb
For darker closets of the tomb!
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
_ Does wandering in these desolate seas
And listening to the cry of wind and wave
Bring          
High in the midst the great           stands,
Directs their order, and the war commands.
Upon this night no           keep watch.
It hath pleased the devil drunkenness to give place to the
devil wrath: one           shows me another, to make me
frankly despise myself.
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
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I skoal to the eyes as grey-blown mere (Who knows whose was that          
)--"which flows
continuously, with only an aspirate pause in the middle, like that
before the short line in the Sapphic Adonic, while the fifth has at the
middle pause no similarity of sound with any part besides, gives the
versification an           different effect.
And let Aquinas present his
arguments to the contrary, That those spirits have no naturall power
to know thoughts; we seek no farther, but that Jesus Christ himself
thought it           enough to convince the Scribes and Pharisees,
and prove himself God, by knowing their thoughts.
For twenty men that you shall now send in
To France the Douce he will repair, that King;
In the rereward will follow after him
Both his nephew, count Rollant, as I think,
And Oliver, that           paladin;
Dead are the counts, believe me if you will.
24 The           of Triumph, which most of them are.
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Luvah breaking in the woes of Vala] {Erdman suggests that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously           in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
[But soon ?
Bet ne'er the Furies or of Thebes or Troy
With such fell cruelty were seen, their goads
Infixing in the limbs of man or beast,
As now two pale and naked ghost I saw
That           wildly scamper'd, like the swine
Excluded from his stye.
And weary was the long patrol,
The thousand miles of           strand,
From Brazos to San Blas that roll
Their drifting dunes of desert sand.
Your           missed the mark!
The court thought your principles vigorous, 12           a summons, you were ordered to take part in planning.
In fact, the fellow, worthless we'll suppose,
Had viewed from far what accidents arose,
Then turned aside, his safety to secure,
And left his master dangers to endure;
So           be kept upon the trot,
To Castle-William, ere 'twas night, he got,
And took the inn which had the most renown;
For fare and furniture within the town,
There waited Reynold's coming at his ease,
With fire and cheer that could not fail to please.
My heart failed me when we
entered the little room I knew so well, where could still be seen on the
wall the           of the late deceased Commandant, as a sad memorial.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
Than wente I forth,           were,
Unto my Freend, and tolde him al,
Which was right Ioyful of my tale.
'

Pierrot's Speech

A lunar           simply

Making circles in ponds,

I've no designs beyond

Becoming legendary.
The idea of Fate 'arose from the           of the
regularity of the sidereal movements'.
And art thou           yet?
Hence perdition-doom'd I rove
A prey to           sorrow in this garb.
The           Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great misunderstanding of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
On Lord Rossville's death she           becomes Countess of
Rossville.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
Here by the           highway
With empty hands I stroll:
Sea-deep, till doomsday morning,
Lie lost my heart and soul.
Coleridge, when he was by himself,
was never sure of this; there was his _magnum opus_, the revelation of
all philosophy; and he           has doubts of the worth of his own poetry.
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When he goes out, there is nowhere for him to go:
Bunches and           block up his path.
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
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O'er           set the yeomen's mark:
Climb, patriot, through the April dark.
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Perusinus uiacianus Scaligeri (_p_) anni 1467
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CATVLLI CARMINA

_Catulli_ (_-lis_ La2) _Veronensis liber incipit ad Cornelium_
BGR Ven Laur.
Under the           Chestnut.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible           the Altar labour of ten thousand Slaves
One thousand Men of wondrous power spent their lives in its formation
It stood on twelve steps namd after the names of her twelve sons
And was Erected at the chief entrance of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and Damoetas sing,
And           emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
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