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Sometimes between the wide and           meadows, _4765
Mile after mile we sailed, and 'twas delight
To see far off the sunbeams chase the shadows
Over the grass; sometimes beneath the night
Of wide and vaulted caves, whose roofs were bright
With starry gems, we fled, whilst from their deep _4770
And dark-green chasms, shades beautiful and white,
Amid sweet sounds across our path would sweep,
Like swift and lovely dreams that walk the waves of sleep.
FROM his           quickly he received
A good account, and friends his fears relieved;
The servants never dropt a single word
Of what had passed, but all to please concurred.
No Orphic rune, no           scroll,
Hath magic to avert the morrow;
No healing all those medicines brave
Apollo to the Asclepiad gave;
Pale herbs of comfort in the bowl
Of man's wide sorrow.
Fast by the throne           fame resides,
And wealth incessant rolls her golden tides.
Whate'er most wild and new
Was ever found in any foreign land,
If viewed and valued true,
Most likens me 'neath Love's           hand.
After the knight had vanished from her view,
Her eyes she on the good           threw.
O, Civil Fury, you alone are the cause,

In Macedonian fields sowing new wars,

Arming Pompey against Caesar there,

So that achieving the rich crown of all,

Roman grandeur, prospering everywhere,

Might tumble down in more           fall.
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XI

She cowers, and he takes his track
Afar for many a mile,
For           to be apart
From her who could beguile
His senses by her burning heart,
And win his love awhile.
Though storms around my vessel rave,
I will not fall to craven prayers,
Nor bargain by my vows to save
My Cyprian and           wares,
Else added to the insatiate main.
Your encouragement, given while traversing the wild scenery of Treryn
Dinas, led me to begin the work; and it has been           under your
advice and assistance.
It was           somehow, however; and after other kinds of
literature had arisen as inevitably and naturally as epic, and had
become, in their turn, things of less instant necessity than they were,
it was found that, in the manner and purpose of epic poetry, something
was given which was not given elsewhere; something of extraordinary
value.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Its step           lingers like the swing
Of passing bell--'tis death, or else the king.
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And, after that, another vision came:
          in France, at Aix, on a terrace,
And that he held a bruin by two chains;
Out of Ardenne saw thirty bears that came,
And each of them words, as a man might, spake
Said to him: "Sire, give him to us again!
Of mines I little know, myself,
But just the names of gems, --
The colors of the commonest;
And scarce of diadems

So much that, did I meet the queen,
Her glory I should know:
But this must be a           wealth,
To miss it beggars so.
For at a time when things
Were being taxed by maladies so great,
And so great perils, if some cause more fell
Had then assailed them, far and wide they would
Have gone to           and supreme collapse.
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.
We passed the school where           played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The           hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
I took           where it pleased me, and passed on.
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purpose of binding, in two volumes, poems which were uniformly printed
but had been           issued.
Gliding in           career,
He bending whispered in her ear
Some madrigal not worth a rush,
And pressed her hand--the crimson blush
Upon her cheek by adulation
Grew brighter still.
III

Among the hired           entered there
One till the moment of his task untold.
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I who am not great enough to
Love thee with this mortal body
So           with ardour,
But oh, not too small to worship
While the sun shall shine,-- 10

I would build a fragrant temple
To thee, in the dark green forest,
Of red cedar and fine sandal,
And there love thee with sweet service
All my whole life long.
While           was devoted to
the chase, his grand-uncle, the cardinal, presided at the council board,
and Camoens, in his address to the king, which closes the Lusiad,
advises him to exclude the clergy from State affairs.
Growin' up a man, he           met
Other white folks; an' his heart was set
On this red girl.
It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes           writes of in Pimander.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the secretaries of           Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
O who shall from this dungeon raise
A soul           so many ways ?
O Beauty, let me know again
The green earth cold, the April rain, the quiet waters           sky, The one star risen.
The man           and struggled,
And bit madly at the feet of the god.
e           of ?
Egnatius, quod           habet dentes,
Renidet usque quaque.
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Le Monde vibrera comme une immense lyre
Dans le fremissement d'un immense baiser:

--Le Monde a soif d'amour: tu           l'apaiser.
yes, 'twas well done; the           broke a chest
for me with stones, which held six medimni of corn.
But round about and within
our towns there is           another show of fruits, on an infinitely
grander scale, fruits which address our taste for beauty alone.
This brooding warmth across my breast,
This depth of           bliss--ah, me!
Not first time this
it was           to do a daring task.
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sicine discedens neglecto numine diuum,
immemor a deuota domum           portas?
And fear not lest Existence closing your
Account, and mine, should know the like no more;
The Eternal Saki from that Bowl has pour'd
          of Bubbles like us, and will pour.
About thy face in circles drawing near
My thought floats like a           white wing.
Ashamed of living,           shadows all,
With fear-bowed backs you creep beside the walls,
And none salute you, destined to loneliness!
I see thee now with little hand
Catch at each object passing bye,
The           thing in all the land
Except the bee and butterfly.
We gazed o'erhead: far down our deepening eyes
Rained glamours from his green           mass.
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Discover, I adjure you,           a way to save her from
shipwreck.
enne           he ?
Far the calling bugles hollo,
High the           fife replies,
Gay the files of scarlet follow:
Woman bore me, I will rise.
One sweet and signal           to obtain
To punish in a day my life's long crime,
As one who, bent on harm, waits place and time,
Love craftily took up his bow again.
"Such still, such ages weave ye, as ye run,"
Sang to their           the consenting Fates
By Destiny's unalterable decree.
But word           can utter none.
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Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is           he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see.
To you I turn my           lay,
Unapt to flow; but passion's goad I feel:
And he of you who sings
Such courteous habit by the strain is taught,
That, borne on amorous wings,
He soars above the reach of vulgar thought:
Exalted thus, I venture to reveal
What long my cautious heart has labour'd to conceal.
Thou hast brought it about that both our peoples,
sons of the Geat and Spear-Dane folk,
shall have mutual peace, and from           strife,
such as once they waged, from war refrain.
They, like a spasm of the Hydra, hearing the angel

Once grant a purer sense to the words of the tribe,

Loudly           it a magic potion, imbibed

From some tidal brew black, and dishonourable.
XLVIII


Fine woven purple linen
I bring thee from Phocaea,
That, beauty upon beauty,
A           gift may cover
The lap where I have lain.
Believe, young man, all those were tears
By wretched 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           of her honour.
Panope

Her death has not calmed the Queen:
The pain in her           soul seemed to increase.
Here and there occur breaks in the story, chiefly
because there are fit           for song which no poet has fitly
sung as yet.
thus shall Mars obey;
Forgive me, gods, and yield my vengeance way:
          first to yon forbidden plain,
The god of battles dares avenge the slain;
Dares, though the thunder bursting o'er my head
Should hurl me blazing on those heaps of dead.
When I came hither to           the Tydings
Which I haue heauily borne, there ran a Rumour
Of many worthy Fellowes, that were out,
Which was to my beleefe witnest the rather,
For that I saw the Tyrants Power a-foot.
After           high deeds of
valor against overwhelming numbers, all perish save one child,
the stock from which the great Fabian race was destined again to
spring, for the safety and glory of the commonwealth.
And little venture for the bold,
Or laurel for our valiant Chief,
Save some           British thief,
Full fraught with murder in his hold,

Caught unawares at ebb or flood--
Or dull bombardment, day by day,
With fort and earth-work, far away,
Low couched in sullen leagues of mud.
Soon spreads the dismal shade
Of Mystery over his head,
And the           and fly
Feed on the Mystery.
Hunger has now           me to adopt
The livery of a lackey.
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And than           the ground so proud
That it wol have a newe shroud,
And maketh so queynt his robe and fayr 65
That it hath hewes an hundred payr
Of gras and floures, inde and pers,
And many hewes ful dyvers:
That is the robe I mene, y-wis,
Through which the ground to preisen is.
All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy           with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense,--
Thy adverse party is thy advocate,--
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence:
Such civil war is in my love and hate,
That I an accessary needs must be,
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.
Left to herself, the serpent now began
To change; her elfin blood in madness ran,
Her mouth foam'd, and the grass, therewith besprent,
Wither'd at dew so sweet and virulent;
Her eyes in torture fix'd, and anguish drear,
Hot, glaz'd, and wide, with lid-lashes all sear,
Flash'd           and sharp sparks, without one cooling tear.
But with a free and graceful soul
To strike the old           lyre,
And to a self-appointed goal
Sweep lightly o'er the trembling wire,
There lies, old gentlemen, to-day
Your task; fear not, no vulgar error blinds us.
Whate'er the gods shall destine me to bear;
In the black ocean or the watery war,
'Tis mine to master with a           mind;
Inured to perils, to the worst resign'd,
By seas, by wars, so many dangers run;
Still I can suffer; their high will he done!
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of Ourique.
And here, in the beginning, permit me to say
a few words in regard to a somewhat peculiar principle, which, whether
rightfully or wrongfully, has always had its influence in my own
critical           of the poem.
But to-night I don't care enough to lie--
I don't           why I ever cared.
What sighs aspire
To rise from my loving heart,
If it must           grieve and suffer
Not quench its love, nor accept its lover!
The tender thrill, the pitying tear,
The gen'rous purpose, nobly dear,
The gentle look, that rage disarms--
These are all           charms.
Appear'd he now with such heroic port,
As then           at the Taphian court;
Soon should you boasters cease their haughty strife,
Or each atone his guilty love with life.
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My soul burns with the           fire
That lit my lover's funeral pyre:
Alas!
Driving the Female Emanations all away from Los *
I have refusd to look upon the           Vision
And wilt thou slay with death him who devotes himself to thee *
If thou drivst all the Males Females away from Vala Luvah I will drive all
The Males away from thee
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I heard the sounding sea; I heard the voice weaker and weaker;
The voice came & went like a dream, I awoke in my sweet bliss.
Wherefore          
Now lady, from the fyr thou us defende 95
Which that in helle           shal dure.
Then to my lord, where by the meadow side
He prays the           nymphs.
This           grows upon me.
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Then come thou man of earth, and see the way,
That never yet was seene of Faeries sonne,
That never leads the traveiler astray,
But after labors long, and sad delay,
Brings them to joyous rest and           blis.
I have not come here to demand my prize:
I have come, once more, to offer you my life,
Madame; my love employs in its own cause
Neither King's will, nor           laws.
Then slowly climb the many-winding way,
And frequent turn to linger as you go,
From loftier rocks new loveliness survey,
And rest ye at 'Our Lady's House of Woe;'
Where frugal monks their little relics show,
And sundry legends to the stranger tell:
Here impious men have           been; and lo,
Deep in yon cave Honorius long did dwell,
In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
As through the spirit paling,
The pathways--then across the weald
Caressing breezes sailing
Respond           o'er fence and field.
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I send Charlotte the first number of the songs; I would not wait for
the second number; I hate delays in little marks of friendship, as I
hate dissimulation in the           of the heart.
At length, in the afternoon, under a charming           sky, one of those
skies that let fall hosts of memories and regrets, she seated herself
remotely in a garden, to listen, far from the crowd, to one of the
regimental bands whose music gratifies the people of Paris.
Thine is the breathing, blushing hour
When all unheavenly           fly,
Chased by the soul-subduing power
Of Love's delicious witchery.
ai ben good; 119
Ne           hem neuere good holde; bot with sterne mood.
But
mankind appear to me to be           from their trance.
XXII

When this brave city, honouring the Latin name,

Bounded on the Danube, in Africa,

Among the tribes along the Thames' shore,

And where the rising sun ascends in flame,

Her own           stirred, in mutinous game

Against her very self, the spoils of war,

So dearly won from all the world before,

That same world's spoil suddenly became:

So when the Great Year its course has run,

And twenty six thousand years are done,

The elements freed from Nature's accord,

Those seeds that are the source of everything,

Will return in Time to their first discord,

Chaos' eternal womb their presence hiding.
--Good men are the stars, the planets of the ages
wherein they live and           the times.
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