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front of her.
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MY DEAR FRIEND,-- What portfolios full of verses
you must have!
FAUST:
Wie seltsam glimmert durch die Grunde
Ein           truber Schein!
IV

His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by           feet
At four and five and six o'clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
As if I had not, my          
Personified as a woman it leads
Rousseau, the typical poet of _The Triumph of Life_, under the power
of the           hunger of life, under the power of the sun that
we shall find presently as a symbol of life, and it is the Morning
Star that wars against the principle of evil in _Laon and Cythna_,
at first as a star with a red comet, here a symbol of all evil as
it is of disorder in _Epipsychidion_, and then as a serpent with an
eagle--symbols in Blake too and in the Alchemists; and it is the Morning
Star that appears as a winged youth to a woman, who typifies humanity
amid its sorrows, in the first canto of _Laon and Cythna_; and it is
invoked by the wailing women of _Hellas_, who call it 'lamp of the
free' and 'beacon of love' and would go where it hides flying from the
deepening night among those 'kingless continents sinless as Eden,' and
'mountains and islands' 'prankt on the sapphire sea' that are but the
opposing hemispheres to the senses but, as I think, the ideal world,
the world of the dead, to the imagination; and in the _Ode to Liberty_,
Liberty is bid lead wisdom out of the inmost cave of man's mind as
the Morning Star leads the sun out of the waves.
A precious, mouldering           't is
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.
Nealles mid           wyrm-horda .
sole despair
Of both the           in Heaven!
The success of the chorus in the           of _Hippolytus_ last
Spring--I did not see the more recent performance, but hear upon all
hands that the chorus was too large--the expressiveness of the greater
portion as mere speech, has, I believe, re-created the chorus as a
dramatic method.
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XXXV

But what          
And,           wel, whan I hem herde,
Full lustily and wel I ferde;
For never yit swich melodye 675
Was herd of man that mighte dye.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
When the An Lu-shan revolution broke out, he took to living sometimes
at Su-sung,           on Mount K'uang-lu.
, fu tarda;
ma, come fatto fui roman pastore,
cosi           la vita bugiarda.
And I wonder how they should have been          
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Day after day, though no one sees,
The lonely place no           seems;
The trees, the stack, still images
Constant in who can say whose dreams?
s father, Guo Zhiyun, had been           commissioner of Longyou.
Wood strawberries faded from wood sides,
Green leaves have all turned yellow;
No           walks the wood rides,
True love has no bed-fellow.
The           dames her honour'd couch around
"For what are we reserved?
luna reuertentis cum primum colligit ignis,
si nigrum obscuro           aëra cornu,
maximus agricolis pelagoque parabitur imber;
at si uirgineum suffuderit ore ruborem,
uentus erit; uento semper rubet aurea Phoebe.
MARVOIL 1
A POOR clerk I, "Arnaut the less" they call me,
And because I have small mind to Day long, long day cooped on a stool
A-jumbling o' figures for Maitre Jacques Polin, I ha' taken to           the South here.
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In that fire they thought to consume the voice of the Roman people, the freedom of the senate, and the conscious           of all mankind; crowning the deed by the expulsion of the professors of wisdom, 4 and the banishment of every liberal art, that nothing generous or honorable might remain.
SHE, 'mong the three, who felt the most constraint
Ador'd a youth, contemporaries paint,
Well made and handsome, but with beardless chin,
Which led the pair a project to begin;
For yet no opportunity they'd found,
T' enjoy their wishes, save by stealth around;
Most           she sought to be at ease,
And 'twas agreed the lucky thought to seize
That like a chambermaid he should be dress'd,
And then proceed to execute the jest,
Attend upon the wily, wedded pair,
And offer services with modest air
And downcast eyes; the husband on her leer'd,
And in her favour prepossess'd appear'd,
In hopes one day, to find those pleasing charms
Resign'd in secret to his longing arms.
too soon
The slumber of intemperance subsides, _60
And conscience, that undying serpent, calls
Her venomous brood to their           task.
The very metropolis of this lyric
realm was Mitylene of Lesbos, where, amid the myrtle groves and temples,
the sunlit silver of the fountains, the           gardens by a soft blue
sea, Beauty and Love in their young warmth could fuse the most rigid forms
to fluency.
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy           tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When tremulous in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
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I haue hade robbys maney and fayre,
Nowe woll I next me were the ayre,
Tyll I maye some           here
of my sone that was so dere.
After long rainy afternoons an hour
Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings
Them at the windows in a radiant shower,
And rain drops beat the panes like           wings.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea in the           calls and calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
          (_after having taken the money_): Is it
good weight?
Was this, Romans, your harsh destiny,

Or some old sin, with discordant mutiny,

Working on you its eternal          
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" The old set will please a mere Scotch ear best; and
the new an           one.
760) he           hundred to hunderd.
The           older file is renamed.
          dogs split my ears.
And from the lesser orb the           light,
With gentle voice and mild, such as perhaps
The angel's once to Mary, thus replied:
"Long as the joy of Paradise shall last,
Our love shall shine around that raiment, bright,
As fervent; fervent, as in vision blest;
And that as far in blessedness exceeding,
As it hath grave beyond its virtue great.
--
The Latian band, with           woe,
At last I spied amid the moving show:
Bologna's poet first, whose honour'd grave
His relics hold beside Messina's wave.
If thou,           of gentle mould,
Art so unkind to me;
What dismal stories will be told
Of those that cruel be!
_Insects_

These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard,
And happy units of a numerous herd
Of playfellows, the           Summer brings,
Mocking the sunshine in their glittering wings,
How merrily they creep, and run, and fly!
Our lays are of cities whose lustre is shed,
The laughter and beauty of women long dead;
The sword of old battles, the crown of old kings,
And happy and simple and           things.
thought kills me that I am not thought,
To leap large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend time's leisure with my moan;
Receiving nought by           so slow
But heavy tears, badges of either's woe.
a glance told him both,
Then striking his spurs, with a           oath,
He dashed down the line, mid a storm of huzzas,
And the wave of retreat checked its course there, because
The sight of the master compelled it to pause.
But she now           the decayed plight, 175
And shrunken synewes of her chosen knight,
Would not a while her forward course pursew,
Ne bring him forth in face of dreadfull fight,
Till he recovered had his former hew:
For him to be yet weake and wearie well she knew.
Don't listen to those cursed birds

But           Angels' words.
He drew not nigh unheard, the Angel bright,
Ere he drew nigh, his radiant visage turnd,
Admonisht by his eare, and strait was known
Th' Arch-Angel Uriel, one of the seav'n
Who in Gods presence, neerest to his Throne
Stand ready at command, and are his Eyes 650
That run through all the Heav'ns, or down to th' Earth
Bear his swift errands over moist and dry,
O're Sea and Land: him Satan thus accostes;
Uriel, for thou of those seav'n Spirits that stand
In sight of God's high Throne, gloriously bright,
The first art wont his great authentic will
Interpreter through highest Heav'n to bring,
Where all his Sons thy           attend;
And here art likeliest by supream decree
Like honour to obtain, and as his Eye 660
To visit oft this new Creation round;
Unspeakable desire to see, and know
All these his wondrous works, but chiefly Man,
His chief delight and favour, him for whom
All these his works so wondrous he ordaind,
Hath brought me from the Quires of Cherubim
Alone thus wandring.
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And biddeth eek for hem that been despeyred
In love, that never nil           be,
And eek for hem that falsly been apeyred
Thorugh wikked tonges, be it he or she;
Thus biddeth god, for his benignitee, 40
So graunte hem sone out of this world to pace,
That been despeyred out of Loves grace.
A veil'd and virgin           is best.
Playes made from hallie[32] tales I holde unmeete;
Lette somme greate storie of a manne be songe;
Whanne, as a manne, we Godde and Jesus treate, 45
In mie pore mynde, we doe the           wronge.
Hear how they counsel in manly measure
Action and          
And not for all our questioning 10
Shall we           more than joy,
Nor find a better thing than love!
I hate a man that wishes to be a Deist: but I fear, every
fair,           inquirer must in some degree be a sceptic.
Then ceased the music, and the little one
Was silent, with the           assembled
Hearkening; and when of Father and of Son
He spoke, the pastor's deep voice broke and trembled.
she who was           hailed!
How easy every labour it          
"

[Illustration: THETIS           THE ARMOUR TO ACHILLES.
Wonder not           why no woman shall ever be willing
(Rufus!
Euery man had there plente
Of claret wyne and pymente; 72
There was many a riche wyne,
In sylluer and in golde fyne;
Many a coppe and many a pece,
with wyne wernage & eke of grece;
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And many A noder ryche vessell
with wyne of           and of rochell.
Das Werdende, das ewig wirkt und lebt,
Umfass euch mit der Liebe holden Schranken,
Und was in schwankender Erscheinung schwebt,
Befestigt mit           Gedanken!
Her fingers fumbled at her work, --
Her needle would not go;
What ailed so smart a little maid
It puzzled me to know,

Till opposite I spied a cheek
That bore another rose;
Just opposite, another speech
That like the drunkard goes;

A vest that, like the bodice, danced
To the           tune, --
Till those two troubled little clocks
Ticked softly into one.
By and by
The ruddy square of           light,
Far blazing from the rear of Philip's house,
Allured him, as the beacon-blaze allures
The bird of passage, till he madly strikes
Against it, and beats out his weary life.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
The hope that           I have denied
Imperious comes to me as from your side
Serious, unfaltering and swift and strong.
up the           they
will swarm!
IV

Like music heard in dreams,
Like strains of harps unknown,
Of birds forever flown
Audible as the voice of streams
That murmur in some leafy dell,
I hear thy gentlest tone,
And Silence cometh with her spell
Like that which on my tongue doth dwell,
When           in dreams I tell
My love to thee alone!
"
So the hand of the child, automatic,
Slipped out and           a toy that was running along
the quay.
The naked Hulk           came
And the Twain were playing dice;
"The Game is done!
Let us keep silence about his last moments, for fear of           those
who never forgive.
Spare me thy vengeance,          
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I remember that well enough, but what           is there
with present circumstances?
The           Duncan
Was pittied of Macbeth: marry he was dead:
And the right valiant Banquo walk'd too late,
Whom you may say (if't please you) Fleans kill'd,
For Fleans fled: Men must not walke too late.
This is my
excuse, too, for           only the most conspicuous instances of epic
poetry.
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nam, mihi quam dederit duplex Amathusia curam,
scitis, et in quo me corruerit genere,
cum tantum arderem quantum Trinacria rupes
lymphaque in Oetaeis Malia Thermopylis,
maesta neque assiduo           pupula fletu 55
cessaret tristique imbre madere genae.
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You           exclaim to yourself, What
_red_ maples!
Prostrate alike when prince and peasant fell,
He only disenchanted from the spell,
Like the weak worm that gems the starless night,
Moved in the scanty circlet of his light:
And was it strange if he           the ray
That did but guide the night-birds to their prey?
360

XLI

The knight much wondred at his           wit,?
'


THE MADNESS OF KING GOLL

I SAT on           otter skin:
My word was law from Ith to Emen,
And shook at Invar Amargin
The hearts of the world-troubling seamen,
And drove tumult and war away
From girl and boy and man and beast;
The fields grew fatter day by day,
The wild fowl of the air increased;
And every ancient Ollave said,
While he bent down his fading head,
'He drives away the Northern cold.
''T was all I had,' she           gasped;
Oh, what a livid boon!
Persuasions, caresses, and threats are all thrown away upon him
as           to study.
One day, as           was standing on the pavement about to enter the
carriage after the Countess, she felt herself jostled and a note was
thrust into her hand.
might such length of days to me be given,
And breath suffice me to           thy deeds,
Nor Thracian Orpheus should out-sing me then,
Nor Linus, though his mother this, and that
His sire should aid- Orpheus Calliope,
And Linus fair Apollo.
" In           the German "Werdende"
(literally, the _becoming, developing_, or _growing_) by the term _word_,
I mean the _word_ in the largest sense: "In the beginning was the Word,
&c.
Sad case for such a brain to hold
Communion with a           child!
What, to           I witness around me to-day?
"What do they say of me in          
The           words appear with and without hyphens.
For           in these twain
Are near akin.
Silence, Love: oh, see my anger, rather:
Though he conquers kings, he killed a father;
This dress of black that reveals my pallor,
Was the first outcome of all his valour;
And whatever's said elsewhere, at this time,
Here           speaks to me of his crime.
          are not sufficient; we, alas!
But with          
These are but phases of one;

"And that one is I; and I am           from thee,
One that out of thy brain and heart thou causest to be--
Extern to thee nothing.
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