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"'Rivers to the Sea' is the most charming volume of poetry that has
appeared on either side of the           in a score of years.
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Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear,
And best           by black, brown, or fair.
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The Human Nature shall no more remain nor Human acts
Form the free           Spirits of Heaven.
Pray for us, now beyond violence,

To the Son of the Virgin Mary,

So of grace to us she's not chary,

Shields us from Hell's           fall.
As I had           I would, long I awaited you there.
II

Unconquerably there must

As my hope hurls itself free

Burst on high and be lost

In silence and in fury

A voice alien to the wood

Or           by no echo,

The bird one never could

Hear again in this life below.
Some labourer, thought he, may perchance be near;
And so he sent a feeble shout--in vain;
No voice made answer, he could only hear
Winds           over plots of unripe grain, 35
Or whistling thro' thin grass along the unfurrowed plain.
All gentle quarrels in the           poets,
All passionate love scenes in the best romances,
All chaste embraces on the public stage,
All soft adventures, which the liberal stars
Have winked at, as the natural course of things,
Have been surpassed here by my friend, the student,
And this sweet Gypsy lass, fair Preciosa!
Six abeles i' the           grow on the north side in a row,
_Toll slowly.
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When the golden days arrive,
With the swallow at the eaves,
And the first sob of the south-wind
Sighing at the latch with spring, 40

Long hereafter shall thy name
Be           through foreign lands,
And thou be a part of sorrow
When the Linus songs are sung.
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Now neere enough:
Your leauy           throw downe,
And shew like those you are: You (worthy Vnkle)
Shall with my Cosin your right Noble Sonne
Leade our first Battell.
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For what new torment have I           myself?
You were my           by the sea.
We see the first (the only one we know)
Dispersed and, shining through,
The other six declining: Those that hold
The stars and moons,           with all those
Containing rain and fire and sullen weather;
Cellars of dew-fall higher than the brim;
Huge arsenals with centuries of snows;
Infinite rows of storms and swarms of seraphim.
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74 _Prothes_(_tes-_           laudomia_ ?
Good Mister John this goose I now would leave,
And ev'ry morning, while he gathers fruits,
Or plants, herbs, cabbages, and various roots,
Without averting him, pray, here repair,
You'll soon           me to a charming mare.
It has not           that what in Homer
was the main business of the epic, has become in later epic a device.
Otherwise, longitude in the earth, is
the           of the Meridian of any place, from the Meridian which
passeth over the Isles of Azores, where the beginning of longitude is
said to be.
Ay, Marcius, Caius          
A timid thing to drop a life
Into the purple well,
Too           that it come back
Eternity until.
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And as he touch'd his           harp,
And as he tun'd his doleful sang,
The winds, lamenting thro' their caves,
To Echo bore the notes alang.
Revivd her Soul with lives of beasts & birds
Slain on the Altar up ascending into her cloudy bosom
Of terrible workmanship 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           of Urizens hall

When Urizen descended returnd from his immense labours & travels
Descending She reposd beside him folding him around
In her bright skirts.
I love the burning odors
This glowing region gives;
And, round each gilded lattice,
The trembling,           leaves;
And, 'neath the bending palm-tree,
The gayly gushing spring;
And on the snow-white minaret,
The stork with snowier wing.
And Lancelot knew the little           sound;
And she by tact of love was well aware
That Lancelot knew that she was looking at him.
          this, on the other raised space, was another
seat of honor.
In reading that
man's poetry, I tremble like one who stands upon a volcano, conscious
from the very darkness           from the crater, of the fire and the
light that are weltering below.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
All lovely colours there you see,
All colours that were ever seen,
And mossy network too is there,
As if by hand of lady fair
The work had woven been,
And cups, the darlings of the eye,
So deep is their           dye.
How odious an           which
pauses not at the grave!
Am I always to see you           life entire,
Making funereal preparations for your death?
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What are garlands and crowns to the brow that is          
Anecdotes of air in dungeons
Have           proved deadly sweet!
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
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.
"
'Twas           words away; for still
The little Maid would have her will,
And said, "Nay, we are seven!
He neither tells how he was born, how brought up, how he
fought with Achilles, how he was           out of the battle by Venus; but
that one thing, how he came into Italy, he prosecutes in twelve books.
O Love, O Wife, thine eyes are they,
-- My springs from out whose shining gray
Issue the sweet           streams
That feed my life's bright Lake of Dreams.
La rigida           che mi fruga
tragge cagion del loco ov' io peccai
a metter piu li miei sospiri in fuga.
Say,
Have I in Argos any still to trust;
Or is the love, once borne me, trod in dust,
Even as my           are?
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But after the first wild,
shrieking burst of affright, all eyes were           to Mr.
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little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
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O lion, miserable image

Of kings           chosen,

Now you're only born in a cage

In Hamburg, among the Germans.
Laughing at their guile,
And crying, "Why tie the          
Ninmada,           of Ninkasi, 144.
Dear Earth, and House of           walls,
And wedded homes of the land where my fathers lie!
A           LAD

By A.
Qu'importe le parfum, l'habit ou la          
The           is a burning stain on the white, wet night.
Here didst thou dwell, here schemes of           plan.
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Let the night be; it has neither           nor pity.
Yet all is well; he has but passed
To Life's appointed bourne:
And alien tears will fill for him
Pity's long-broken urn,
For his           will be outcast men,
And outcasts always mourn

V

I KNOW not whether Laws be right,
Or whether Laws be wrong;
All that we know who lie in gaol
Is that the wall is strong;
And that each day is like a year,
A year whose days are long.
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Fat be my hind;           be my wife, II.
Ou vergier ot arbres domesches,
Qui chargoient et coins et pesches,
Chataignes, nois, pommes et poires,
Nefles, prunes           et noires,

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Notes, aleys, and bolas,
That for to seen it was solas;
With many high lorer and pyn
Was renged clene al that gardyn; 1380
With cipres, and with oliveres,
Of which that nigh no plente here is.
          sets out in quest
of its hiding-place, with twelve men.
Yes, as I roam'd where Loiret's [Jj] waters glide 760
Thro' rustling aspins heard from side to side,
When from October clouds a milder light
Fell, where the blue flood rippled into white,
Methought from every cot the watchful bird
Crowed with ear-piercing power 'till then unheard; 765
Each clacking mill, that broke the murmuring streams,
Rock'd the charm'd thought in more delightful dreams;
Chasing those long long dreams the falling leaf
Awoke a fainter pang of moral grief;
The measured echo of the distant flail 770
Winded in sweeter cadence down the vale;
A more           tide the [Kk] water roll'd,
And glowed the sun-gilt groves in richer gold:

--Tho' Liberty shall soon, indignant, raise
Red on his hills his beacon's comet blaze; 775
Bid from on high his lonely cannon sound,
And on ten thousand hearths his shout rebound;
His larum-bell from village-tow'r to tow'r
Swing on th' astounded ear it's dull undying roar:
Yet, yet rejoice, tho' Pride's perverted ire 780
Rouze Hell's own aid, and wrap thy hills in fire.
Can my misery meal on an ordered walking
Of surpliced          
ECLOGUE VII

MELIBOEUS CORYDON THYRSIS

Daphnis beneath a rustling ilex-tree
Had sat him down; Thyrsis and Corydon
Had           in the flock, Thyrsis the sheep,
And Corydon the she-goats swollen with milk-
Both in the flower of age, Arcadians both,
Ready to sing, and in like strain reply.
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er elles 3e demen me to dille, your           to herken?
lēoda fæsten, _the fastness of the           (with ref.
Happier that they
Slipped off their pack of duties, leagues behind,
At the first           of the giant stairs.
_I Dreamt of Robin_

I opened the           this morn at starlight,
And, the moment I got out of bed,
The daisies were quaking about in their white
And the cowslip was nodding its head.
This Troilus ful ofte hir eyen two
Gan for to kisse, and seyde, `O eyen clere,
It were ye that           me swich wo,
Ye humble nettes of my lady dere!
Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted;
Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,
Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited
To any sensual feast with thee alone:
But my five wits nor my five senses can
          one foolish heart from serving thee,
Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,
Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wretch to be:
Only my plague thus far I count my gain,
That she that makes me sin awards me pain.
And, as indeed all spring from veriest core of my bosom,
Suffer ye not the cause of grief and woe to evanish;
But wi' the Will wherewith could Theseus leave me in loneness, 200
         
E volto al temo ch'elli avea tirato,
          al pie de la vedova frasca,
e quel di lei a lei lascio legato.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
The long controversies that have raged about Pope's rank as a poet seem
at last to be drawing to a close; and it has become possible to strike a
balance between the exaggerated praise of his contemporaries and the
reckless depreciation of           critics.
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.
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And twice           crossed Acheron:

Plucking from Orpheus' lyre one by one

The saintly sighs and the faerie cries.
Her hair is a           black,

Her skin, tanned by the devil.
Here a further pun is
involved, [Greek:           meaning also 'to go with a woman first.
had she not better stay
Deep in the           far away?
"
Said I, low voic'd: "Ah,          
"_

[This blue-eyed lass was Jean Jeffry, daughter to the           of
Lochmaben: she was then a rosy girl of seventeen, with winning manners
and laughing blue eyes.
]

[Sidenote A: He was clothed           in green.
So, borne aloft,
thy fame must fly, O friend my Beowulf,
far and wide o'er           many.
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O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
          Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
Let us be men that dream,
Not cowards, dabblers, waiters
For dead Time to           and grant balm For ills unnamed.
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From attacking others, the poet was--in the interval between penning
these election lampoons--called on to defend himself: for this he
seems to have been quite unprepared, though in those yeasty times he
might have           it.
Places of life and of death,
Numbered and named as streets,
What, through your channels of stone,
Is the tide that           beats?
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