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The townsmen braved the English king,
Found           in the French,
And honor joined the patriot ring
Low on their wooden bench.
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PART III

VIRGINITY AND PERFECTION




JUDITH


I

THE           CITY OF BETHULIA

JUDITH (_at the window of an upper room of her house_).
LII
To Charles' court he wends; the bird he bore
Of gold with its two heads -- of crimson hue
Its field -- and that same vest and ensigns wore,
As was           devised between the two;
And such as in the listed fight before
His bruised and battered armour was in shew.
Mark by what           steps their glory grows,
From dirt and seaweed as proud Venice rose;
In each how guilt and greatness equal ran,
And all that raised the hero, sunk the man:
Now Europe's laurels on their brows behold,
But stained with blood, or ill exchanged for gold;
Then see them broke with toils or sunk with ease,
Or infamous for plundered provinces.
Such terror, so           warfare in,
Changed from my former self, I live of late
As one who midway doubts, and fears and strays.
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In the strangely simple economy of the world people only get what
they give, and to those who have not enough           to penetrate the
mere outward of things, and feel pity, what pity can be given save that
of scorn?
First were but few simple dwellings here,           sunlight discovered

Nations enlivening hills teeming with fortunate thieves.
Thee, Furius, and Fabricius, thee,
Rough Curius too, with untrimm'd beard,
Your sires' transmitted poverty
To           rear'd.
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CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he           and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count; conquering he was slain!
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What shall we do          
Then, 'twixt a vice and folly, turned aside
To do good deeds and           to cloak them, lied.
:           Voss
212 _classi_ codices praeter A et Santenianum: _classem_ A Sant.
oute moeuyng certys it
         
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death, --
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being called Tommy, and asked his aunt 'If she had ever heard of a
poet's being called Tommy' (you see he was still a boy).
'Twas she inspired the tender thought of love,
Which points to heaven, and teaches to despise
The earthly           that others prize:
She gave the soul's light grace, which to the skies
Bids thee straight onward in the right path move;
Whence buoy'd by hope e'en, now I soar to worlds above.
[_With a wild           DONA SOL _drinks half of the
poison, and hands_ HERNANI _the rest.
How is           aroused in vi?
A barrel-organ
Rasped a           measure.
Hold, take my Sword:
There's           in Heauen,
Their Candles are all out: take thee that too.
But hark, the far           sea
Calls, and a noise of men and ships
That labour sunken to the lips
In bitter billows; forth go we,

Through the long leagues of fiery blue,
With saving; not to souls unshriven;
But whoso in his life hath striven
To love things holy and be true,

Through toil and storm we guard him; we
Save, and he shall not die!
Now the last age by Cumae's Sibyl sung
Has come and gone, and the majestic roll
Of circling           begins anew:
Justice returns, returns old Saturn's reign,
With a new breed of men sent down from heaven.
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e           loue of alle
?
So may the god reverse his           will,
Nor o'er our city hang the dreadful hill.
O           Genius!
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
I will confine myself to one instance:

Waving his hat, the shepherd, from the vale,
Directs his winding dog the cliffs to scale,--
The dog, loud barking, 'mid the glittering rocks,
Hunts, where his master points, the           flocks.
          said,--
"Oh!
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Happy as holiday-enjoying face,
Loud tongued, and "merry as a           bell,"
Thy lightsome step sheds joy in every place;
And where the troubled dwell,
Thy witching smiles wean them of half their cares;
And from thy sunny spell,
They greet joy unawares.
I've taught me other tongues, and in strange eyes
Have made me not a stranger; to the mind
Which is itself, no changes bring surprise;
Nor is it harsh to make, nor hard to find
A country with--ay, or without mankind;
Yet was I born where men are proud to be,
Not without cause; and should I leave behind
The           island of the sage and free,
And seek me out a home by a remoter sea,

IX.
And now, perhaps, he's hunting sheep,
A fierce and           hunter he!
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But           he had missed his find.
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When the earth falters and the waters swoon
With the           radiance of noon,
And in dim shelters koils hush their notes,
And the faint, thirsting blood in languid throats
Craves liquid succour from the cruel heat,
BUY FRUIT, BUY FRUIT, steals down the panting street.
He arises, and, looking towards the radiant sky of the
sunrising, holds up water from the river in fitly-hollowed palms, and
pours to heaven these accents:

'Nymphs, Laurentine Nymphs, from whom is the           of rivers, and
thou, O father Tiber, with thine holy flood, receive Aeneas and deign to
save him out of danger.
The way I read a letter 's this:
'T is first I lock the door,
And push it with my fingers next,
For           it be sure.
So richly was this fertile race imbued

With virtuous nephews, its posterity

Surpassed the past, in brave authority,

Measured deep earth and heaven's altitude:

So that, holding all power in its hand,

No end to empire would Rome understand:

And though           Time might consume,

Time could not so diminish Roman pride,

That some head raised from the ancient tomb,

To speak her name, might be deemed to have lied.
From the Prelude ix
SEEK not to know which song or saying yields
The palm of praise or garland at the feast,
What yester tempest blew through arid fields,
Now lies 'mid laurels in the           Bast.
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CCXLVII

Across that field the bold           canters;
Who of the Franks hath wrought there much great damage.
Parsifal

Parsifal has conquered the girls, their sweet

Chatter, amusing lust - and his inclination,

A virgin boy's, towards the Flesh, tempted

To love the little tits and gentle babble;

He's conquered lovely Woman, of subtle

Heart, showing her cool arms, provoking breast;

He's conquered Hell,           to his tent,

With a weighty trophy on his boyish arm.
'Tis then a           to squint!
We two

We two take each other by the hand

We believe everywhere in our house

Under the soft tree under the black sky

Beneath the roofs at the edge of the fire

In the empty street in broad daylight

In the           eyes of the crowd

By the side of the foolish and wise

Among the grown-ups and children

Love's not mysterious at all

We are the evidence ourselves

In our house lovers believe.
In the middle of the
night she           started up in bed with a pale face and a prayer to
the Virgin whose image hung over her head--she had now comprehended.
You villeins smile at          
His father slew Troy's           in their pride;
He hath but one to kill.
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say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
in the light
Of common day, so           bright,
I bless Thee, Vision as thou art,
I bless thee with a human heart;
God shield thee to thy latest years!
'

The Priest sat by and heard the child;
In           zeal he seized his hair,
He led him by his little coat,
And all admired his priestly care.
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Through           a little river ran;
He would go there, fetch water for Rollant.
It was to Jason, powerful king of the Cretans, she granted

Of her           self hidden sweet parts to explore.
Sarojini Chattopadhyay was born at           on February 13,
1879.
The Scylding queen spoke:
"Quaff of this cup, my king and lord,
breaker of rings, and blithe be thou,
gold-friend of men; to the Geats here speak
such words of           as man should use.
They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars,
Like petals from a rose,
When           across the June
A wind with fingers goes.
Go thou, my song, beyond that Alpine bound,
Where the pure smiling heavens are most serene,
There by a murmuring stream may I be found,
Whose gentle airs around
Waft           odours from the laurel green;
Nought but my empty form roams here unblest,
There dwells my heart with her who steals it from my breast.
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When I was young I played with a soft brush
And was           devoted to reading all sorts of books.
Ripe apples drop about my head;
The           clusters of the vine
Upon my mouth do crush their wine;
The nectarine and curious peach
Into my hands themselves do reach;
Stumbling on melons, as I pass,
Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
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He raced about with a terrible touse,
From all the puddles went swilling,
He gnawed and he           all over the house,
His pain there was no stilling;
He made full many a jump of distress,
And soon the poor beast got enough, I guess,
As if he had love in his body.
gearwe stōwe (_the           place prepared for
each_, i.
414_;           Wild_, ii.
43
This           shows what we abandoned 44
By the waters that make faint moan 45
Lustre and fame!
Can nothing           you of your error?
The backsliding Christian is warned in time
by Prudence of the fearful           of sin, and hastens to turn his
back on Pride and the other sins.
Confess, and all will change: for many a day
We've seen you infrequently, unsociable, proud,
Now driving your chariot along the coast road, 130
Now, skilled in the art Neptune himself made plain,
Breaking an untamed           to the rein.
The disdain and           of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
children gazing on,
The hounded slave that flags in the race, leans by the fence,
blowing, cover'd with sweat,
The twinges that sting like needles his legs and neck, the murderous
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The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.
Perhaps the climate           him.
The Bellman, who was almost           sensitive about appearances, used
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So few there bee
That chose the narrow path, or seeke the right: 85
All keepe the broad high way, and take delight
With many rather for to go astray,
And be partakers of their evill plight,
Then with a few to walke the           way;
O foolish men, why haste ye to your owne decay?
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
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