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It was not long I lived there,
But I became a woman
Under those vehement stars,
For it was there I heard
For the first time my spirit
Forging an iron rule for me,
As though with slow cold hammers
Beating out word by word:

"Take love when love is given,
But never think to find it
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Or a complete repose;
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As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
Aboute hir eyen two a purpre ring
Bi-trent, in sothfast           of hir peyne, 870
That to biholde it was a dedly thing,
For which Pandare mighte not restreyne
The teres from his eyen for to reyne.
and all processions moving along the          
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
And if more were needed to           Mons.
What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired,           singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
It was pale indeed, but as
expressionless and           as ever.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
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"Though I had nought of yours,
Yet should ye have of mine.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
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The disdain and           of martyrs,
The mother of old, condemn'd for a witch, burnt with dry wood, her
children gazing on,
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Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
'I will make no delay indeed,' he said, 'there is a full moon, and
if I get as far as           to-night, I will reach to her before the
setting of the sun to-morrow.
Lean penury within that pen doth dwell
That to his subject lends not some small glory;
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I grow weary of the foreign cities,
The sea travel and the           peoples.
How truly           you are!
For thee to bloom, I'll skip the tomb
And sow my           o'er!
And now the wind
In frolic mood among the merry hours
Wakens with sudden start and tosses off
Some untied bonnet on its dancing wings;
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Their glitt'ring spears.
Farewell, I mount and go my way,
--But oh her hair the sun sifts thro'--
The tilts and           wait my spear,
I am the Knight of the Plume of Blue.
XXVIII

THE WELSH MARCHES

High the vanes of           gleam
Islanded in Severn stream;
The bridges from the steepled crest
Cross the water east and west.
' quoth Love --

"`Not far, not far,' said           Sense
As they rode on.
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Here defiled and old

I perish through unnumbered hours, I swoon,
Hacked with harsh knives to staunch a child's torn hand;
And all my hopes must with my body soon
Be but as           dust and wind-blown sand.
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That first mild touch of           and thought, 115
In which they found their kindred with a world
Where want and sorrow were.
Day after day, night after night,
Laura kept watch in vain 270
In sullen silence of           pain.
Dost thou desire my           should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
I pity the Count Cenci from my heart; _35
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I'll taste the unguent of your eyelids' shore,

To see if it can grant to the heart, at your blow,

The           of stones and the azure.
Herman           it and at once left
the table.
Burns's wood-note wild, is very fond of it, and has given it a
celebrity by           it to some young ladies of the first fashion
here.
The scents of red roses and           flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
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That when through heavy hours I used to rue
The endless sleep of this new-born Adon',
This           ay I pitied.
Did they achieve nothing for good, for          
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He bade a loth farewel
To these founts Protean, passing gulph, and dell,
And torrent, and ten thousand jutting shapes,
Half seen through deepest gloom, and griesly gapes, 630
Blackening on every side, and overhead
A vaulted dome like Heaven's, far bespread
With starlight gems: aye, all so huge and strange,
The solitary felt a hurried change
Working within him into something dreary,--
Vex'd like a morning eagle, lost, and weary,
And           amid foggy, midnight wolds.
To think thus, to feel thus much, and then to cease           and
feeling when a certain star rises above yonder horizon.
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth 370
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
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A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light 380
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a           wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
          GRBVen || _quis_ T || _iucundior_ T:
_ioc.
Or when little airs arise,
How the merry           rings [1]
To the mosses underneath?
I swear to thee
That thou alone wast able to extort
My heart's confession; I swear to thee that never,
Nowhere, not in the feast, not in the cup
Of folly, not in friendly confidence,
Not 'neath the knife nor           of the rack,
Shall my tongue give away these weighty secrets.
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Likewise, thou canst ne'er
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Pattern of beauty did Ephyre shine,
Nor less she wish'd these           to resign:
More than her sisters long'd her heart to yield,
Yet, swifter fled she o'er the smiling field.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the wandering light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
          like his father, in white.
Or why was the substance not made more sure

That formed the brave fronts of these          
Of           Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
I
won't           you, I won't really.
But it's           to bring it here.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own           didst drop down at thy foot
To harken what I said between my tears, .
no vulgar births are owed
To the           raptures of a god:
Lo!
But ill it suited me, in journey dark
O'er moor and mountain, midnight theft to hatch;
To charm the surly house-dog's           bark.
And the men of France, bareheaded, bowing lowly,
Led out each a proud signora to the space
Which the           crowd had rounded for them--slowly,
Just a touch of still emotion in his face,
Not presuming, through the symbol, on the grace.
(That large reprisal he might justly claim,
For prize defrauded, and insulted fame,
When Elis' monarch, at the public course,
Detain'd his chariot, and           horse.
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Thanne, loverde, lett me saie, wyth hommaged drede
(Bieneth your fote ylayn) mie           saie; 271
Gyff thos wee lett the matter lethlen[53] laie,
The foemenn, everych honde-poyncte, getteth fote.
"

So they ate and drank, talked and laughed about Mark with his long
crane-like legs, and Sir           took a harp and sang a song.
"




ECLOGUE III

MENALCAS           PALAEMON


MENALCAS
Who owns the flock, Damoetas?
were I prone to cavil--or were I not the Devil,
I should say this was           partial; 190
Since the only wounds that this Warrior gat,
Were from God knows whom--and the Devil knows what!
III

"Heu mihi, quia           meus prolongatus est!
Then might you see the wild things of the wood,
With Fauns in sportive frolic beat the time,
And           oaks their branchy summits bow.
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Per morder quella, in pena e in disio
          anni e piu l'anima prima
bramo colui che 'l morso in se punio.
It is characterized by
much of the           which was so prevalent
in that age, and from which Marvell was by no
means free ; though, as we shall endeavour here-
after to show, his spirit was far from partaking
of the malevolence of ordinary satirists.
A living symbol of power, you talked
Of the work to do in the world to make
Life beautiful: yes, and my           ache

To think how you, at the stroke of War,
Chose that your steadfast soul should fly
With the eagles of France as their proud ally.
          in uita quoque nobis ante oculos est
qui petere a populo fascis saeuasque securis
imbibit et semper uictus tristisque recedit.
Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
Indian hate an'           he braved;
'N' scores an' scores of white men's lives he saved.
The Caterpillar

Plants,           and Insects

'Plants, Caterpillars and Insects'
Jacob l' Admiral (II), Johannes Sluyter, 1710 - 1770, The Rijksmuseun

Work leads us to riches.
'

Whan they were in hir bedde, in armes folde,
Nought was it lyk tho nightes here-biforn;
For           ech other gan biholde,
As they that hadden al hir blisse y-lorn, 1250
Biwaylinge ay the day that they were born.
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