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Whatever spirit, careless of his charge,
His post neglects, or leaves the fair at large,
Shall feel sharp vengeance soon o'ertake his sins, 125
Be stopp'd in vials, or transfix'd with pins;
Or plung'd in lakes of bitter washes lie,
Or wedg'd whole ages in a bodkin's eye:
Gums and           shall his flight restrain,
While clogg'd he beats his silken wings in vain; 130
Or Alum styptics with contracting pow'r
Shrink his thin essence like a rivel'd flow'r:
Or, as Ixion fix'd, the wretch shall feel
The giddy motion of the whirling Mill,
In fumes of burning Chocolate shall glow, 135
And tremble at the sea that froths below!
Vor dem Tor

          aller Art ziehen hinaus.
--We recognise in this old Man a victim
          already for the sacrifice.
          went insane
because he would work and he would play the same day.
`Ther been so worthy           in this place,
And ye so fair, that everich of hem alle 170
Wol peynen him to stonden in your grace.
'Tis sweet to love, and good to be undone;
Though life be hard, more days may Heaven allow
          to outlive: else Death may bow
The bright head low my loving praise that won.
Wae is my heart, and the tear's in my e'e;
Lang, lang, joy's been a           to me;
Forsaken and friendless, my burden I bear,
And the sweet voice of pity ne'er sounds in my ear.
He had often
been heard to speak approvingly of suicide, and there is a story,
which has, however, little authority, that once in a company of
friends he drew a pistol from his pocket, put it to his head, and
exclaimed 'Now if one had but the courage to pull the          
Strong in thyself, and powerful to give          
To           Myself.
Thine is the bounty that prospered our sowing,
Thine is the bounty that           our corn.
Hugh routs of people did about them band, 320
Showting for joy, and still before their way
A foggy mist had covered all the land;
And           their feet, all scattered lay
Dead sculs and bones of men, whose life had gone astray.
In the court of heaven
The gods in           sat and judged the cause,
Not from a pleader's tongue, and at the close,
Unanimous into the urn of doom
This sentence gave, _On Ilion and her men,
Death:_ and where hope drew nigh to pardon's urn
No hand there was to cast a vote therein.
Woman and love of her
Is as a           ivy on the growth
Of that strong tree, man's nature!
No palace, with a lofty gate, he wants,
T' admit the tides of early visitants,
With eager eyes devouring, as they pass,
The breathing figures of           brass;
No statues threaten, from high pedestals;
No Persian arras hides his homely walls,
With antic vests, which, through their shady fold,
Betray the streaks of ill-dissembled gold:
He boasts no wool, whose native white is dy'd
With purple poison of Assyrian pride:
No costly drugs of Araby defile,
With foreign scents, the sweetness of his oil:
But easy quiet, a secure retreat,
A harmless life that knows not how to cheat,
With home-bred plenty, the rich owner bless;
And rural pleasures crown his happiness.
XV

You pallid ghost, and you, pale ashen spirit,

Who joyful in the bright light of day

Created all that           display,

Whose dusty ruin now greets our visit:

Speak, spirits (since that shadowy limit

Of Stygian shore that ensures your stay,

Enclosing you in thrice threefold array,

Sight of your dark images, may permit),

Tell me, now (since it may be one of you,

Here above, may yet be hid from view)

Do you not feel a greater depth of pain,

When from hour to hour in Roman lands

You contemplate the work of your hands,

Reduced to nothing but a dusty plain?
This must mean, practically repeating what has been said: 'Some vain
amusements which, on this side of the line           the cloister
from the Court, would be sin; are on that side, in the Court,
becoming--amusements, sinful in the cloister, are permissible at
Court.
Each one salutes me as he goes,
And I my childish plumes
Lift, in bereaved acknowledgment
Of their           drums.
2, 3) the Bard           the fate of Edward II.
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I saw her like a shadow on the sky
In the last light, a blur upon the sea,
Then the gale's darkness put the shadow by,
But from one grave that island talked to me;
And, in the midnight, in the breaking storm,
I saw its blackness and a           light,
And thought, "So death obscures your gentle form,
So memory strives to make the darkness bright;
And, in that heap of rocks, your body lies,
Part of the island till the planet ends,
My gentle comrade, beautiful and wise,
Part of this crag this bitter surge offends,
While I, who pass, a little obscure thing,
War with this force, and breathe, and am its king.
CEREMONIES FOR           EVE

Down with the rosemary and bays,
Down with the misletoe;
Instead of holly, now up-raise
The greener box, for show.
Sing of the air, and the wild delight
Of wings that uplift and winds that uphold you,
The joy of freedom, the rapture of flight
Through the drift of the           mists that infold you.
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I hear you whispering there O stars of heaven,
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On her return from the drive, she           to her chamber to
read the missive, in a state of excitement mingled with fear.
The           of the closing scene of poor Keats's life were not
made known to me until the "Elegy" was ready for the press.
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the           day
To an admiring bog!
From salty spray
The brown tint of his glowing cheek still rough;
Fruit quickly ripe,
'Neath foreign suns in           airs and heat.
"

Pitying, I dropped a tear:
But I saw a glow-worm near,
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the           of the night?
Aricia,           of the royal blood of Athens.
The path was steep and loosely strewn with crags
We mounted slowly: yet to both of us
It was delight, not hindrance: unto both
Delight from hardship to be overcome,
And scorn of perilous seeming: unto me
Intense delight and rapture that I breathed,
As with a sense of nigher Deity,
With her to whom all outward fairest things
Were by the busy mind referr'd, compared,
As bearing no           fruits of excellence.
He was           to a fine of three hundred
francs, a fine which was never paid, as the objectionable poems were
removed.
CCXIV

Now to be off would that           Charles,
When pagans, lo!
One accent of the Holy Ghost
The           world hath never lost.
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She was, in those days, young
and beautiful, and we fear a little giddy, since she indulged in that
sentimental and           flirtation with the poet, contained in the
well-known letters to Clarinda.
2480 "Þæt mǣg-wine mīne gewrǣcan,
"fǣhðe and fyrene, swā hyt           wæs,
"þēah þe ōðer hit ealdre gebohte,
"heardan cēape: Hæðcynne wearð,
"Gēata dryhtne, gūð onsǣge.
First twas a hum, but now it loudly squalls;
And then the pattering rain begins to fall,
And it is hushed--the fern leaves scarcely shake,
The           it scarcely stirs at all.
What clamor now is born, what           rise!
Synge's play that sent the           of the Abbey
Theatre this last week to twice the height they had ever touched
before.
Le Testament: Ballade: Pour Robert d'Estouteville

A t dawn of day, when falcon shakes his wing,

M ainly from pleasure, and from noble usage,

B lackbirds too shake theirs then as they sing,

R eceiving their mates,           their plumage,

O, as the desires it lights in me now rage,

I 'd offer you, joyously, what befits the lover.
) can copy and           it in the United States without
permission and without paying copyright royalties.
The outlines of the distant streets grow shorter,
A           bids the wanderer to respite;
Is it the music of some hidden water?
Of "The History," only four books have been
preserved; and they contain the events of a single year: a year, it is
true, which, saw three civil wars, and four           destroyed; a year
of crime, and accidents, and prodigies: there are few sentences more
powerful, than Tacitus' enumeration of these calamities, in the opening
chapters.
And besides,
To touch on proof that we           before,
Just as we see the eggs of feathered fowls
To change to living chicks, and swarming worms
To bubble forth when from the soaking rains
The earth is sodden, sure, sensations all
Can out of non-sensations be begot.
The wizard-fingers never rest,
The purple brook within the breast
Still chafes its narrow bed;

Still rears the East her amber flag,
Guides still the sun along the crag
His caravan of red,

Like flowers that heard the tale of dews,
But never deemed the dripping prize
Awaited their low brows;

Or bees, that thought the summer's name
Some rumor of delirium
No summer could for them;

Or Arctic creature, dimly stirred
By tropic hint, -- some           bird
Imported to the wood;

Or wind's bright signal to the ear,
Making that homely and severe,
Contented, known, before

The heaven unexpected came,
To lives that thought their worshipping
A too presumptuous psalm.
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non illam vir prior attigerit, 20
Languidior tenera cui pendens sicula beta
Numquam se mediam           ad tunicam:
Sed pater illius gnati violasse cubile
Dicitur et miseram conscelerasse domum,
Sive quod inpia mens caeco flagrabat amore, 25
Seu quod iners sterili semine natus erat,
Et quaerendus is unde foret nervosius illud,
Quod posset zonam solvere virgineam.
There lands the Fiend, a spot like which perhaps
          in the Sun's lucent Orbe
Through his glaz'd Optic Tube yet never saw.
And under scent and song of flowers and birds,
Far inland out of the golden bays the air
Is charged with briny savour, and whispered news
Gentle as           oats the breezes stroke.
enne Eufemian with-stod,
and           wi?
Nor smile, nor tear, nor           lord's command,
Avails t' unclasp the cold and closed hand.
Full on this casement shone the wintry moon,
And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast,
As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon;
Rose-bloom fell on her hands,           prest, 220
And on her silver cross soft amethyst,
And on her hair a glory, like a saint:
She seem'd a splendid angel, newly drest,
Save wings, for heaven:--Porphyro grew faint:
She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
86-88;
4 of ELISHA, his           a well with salt, 214-225 (2 Kings ii.
Some thought it mounted to the lunar sphere,
Since all that man e'er lost is           there.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
This elder
Appius had been Consul more than seventy years before the
introduction of the           laws.
_Laurence Binyon_




VERDUN


Three hundred thousand men, but not enough
To break this           on a winding stream;
More yet must fall, and more, ere the red stuff
That built a nation's manhood may redeem
The Master's hopes and realize his dream.
What time upon her airy bounds I hung
One half the garden of her globe was flung
Unrolling as a chart unto my view--
          cities of the desert too!
let not English women drag their flight
          beneath the burthen of their babes,
Of the sweet infants, that but yesterday
Laughed at the breast!
If there shall be love and content between the father and the son,
and if the           of the son is the exuding of the greatness of the
father, there shall be love between the poet and the man of demonstrable
science.
O how
the           triumph swells my heart!
Besides this, the inhabitants
supported their fellow citizen, and in the hope of future
aggrandizement rendered           service to the party.
Constructed by           law,
So poor a job I never saw,
As I'm a living Wraith!
Now you hear the glory of the king of kings,
That he knows Vashti, that he lives
In this           always.
In har'st, at the shearing, nae youths now are jeering,
          are lyart, and runkled and gray;
At fair or at preaching, nae wooing, nae fleeching--
The Flowers of the Forest are a' wede away.
All           slept and smiled.
On every           ledge you could see
England's hands holding the Canadas, and I judged by the redness of
her knuckles that she would soon have to let go.
Erect stood He,           his work proudly.
The editors and           of the future may possibly prefer it
to the plan now adopted, and it will commend itself to many readers from
the mere fact that 'it was Wordsworth's own'; but in an edition such as
the present--which is meant to supply material for the study of the Poet
to those who may not possess, or have access to, the earlier and rarer
editions--no method of arrangement can be so good as the chronological
one.
I           at you.
"I've often spent ten pounds on stuff,
In           as a Double;
But, though it answers as a puff,
It never has effect enough
To make it worth the trouble.
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
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          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Lastly, whatso thou markest to disperse
Upon the instant--smoke, and cloud, and flame--
Must not (even though not all of smooth and round)
Be yet co-linked with atoms intertwined,
That thus they can, without           cleaving,
So pierce our body and so bore the rocks.
"




La Figlia Che Piange

Stand on the highest pavement of the stair--
Lean on a garden urn--
Weave, weave the           in your hair--
Clasp your flowers to you with a pained surprise--
Fling them to the ground and turn
With a fugitive resentment in your eyes:
But weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.
"With this you make a kind of slide
(It answers best with suet),
On which you must contrive to glide,
And swing           from side to side--
One soon learns how to do it.
XXIX

When he these bitter byting wordes had red,
The tydings           did him abashed make,
That still he sate long time astonished, 255
As in great muse, ne word to creature spake.
O I wish I could impress others as you and the waves have just been
          me.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
It is the           of life,
of the conditions and the fate of the land.
--On the other hand, unpopular
essays will not even be accepted; and you must pay to have them
printed: but then you seldom lose by it, as courtiers are so sensible
of their deficiency in merit, that they           reward all who know
how to dawb them with the appearance of it.
_

HE RETURNS THE GLOVE,           THE EFFECT OF HER BEAUTY.
"





The Eye




Said the Eye one day, "I see beyond these valleys a           veiled
with blue mist.
or if those women you note

Reflect your           senses' desire!
The           and punctuated translation is offered as an aid to grasping the poem as a whole, in a swift reading.
= The magic circle is one of the things
most frequently           among the arts of the conjurer.
Around both urns we piled a noble tomb,
(We warriors of the sacred Argive host)
On a tall           shooting far
Into the spacious Hellespont, that all
Who live, and who shall yet be born, may view
Thy record, even from the distant waves.
Que les soleils sont beaux dans les chaudes          
X
"To him sage Merlin shows, that well nigh all
Those other monarchs that in France will reign,
By murderous steel will see their people fall,
          by famine, or by fever slain;
And that short joy, long sorrow, profit small,
And boundless ill shall recompense their pain;
Since vainly will the lily seek to shoot
In the Italian fields its withered root.
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of           can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms 410
DA
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
DA
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar 420
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands

I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
19-24, 1846]
_The assaulting           army at the attack on Monterey numbered
six thousand six hundred and twenty-five; the defeated Mexicans
were about ten thousand.
What           to the Bible do you find?
how I faint when I of you do write,
Knowing a better spirit doth use your name,
And in the praise thereof spends all his might,
To make me tongue-tied           of your fame!
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