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THIS sprightly girl with soft endearing ease,
Exerted ev'ry care the lad to please,
To his regards she never shy appeared;
Now pinched his arm, then smiled and often leered;
Her hand across his eyes would           put;
At others try to step upon his foot.
if any ask thee who imposed
Th'           blemish that thine eye enclosed,
Say that Ulysses, old Laertes' son,
Whose seat is Ithaca, who hath won
Surname of city-razer, bored it out.
_Both_           to amende.
A host, by Jove endued with martial might,
And taught to conquer, or to fall in fight:
          combats and bold wars to wage,
Employ'd our youth, and yet employs our age.
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In a word, Tu Fu's poetry expresses what we           men and
women wish to express and cannot.
Anon his heart revives: her vespers done,
Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees;
Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one;
Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees
Her rich attire creeps           to her knees: 230
Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed,
Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees,
In fancy, fair St.
seruatur tamen in poena uultusque pudorque;
          ipsa decent; niuea ceruice reclinis
molliter ipsa suae custos est casta figurae.
Finally it urges calm           and
acquiescence in what is hard to understand, since "one truth is
clear,--whatever is, is right.
Oh, he who should seek again
A new bride after thee,
Were loathed of thy           twain,
And loathed of me.
That, instantly, I ran,
--Alike o' th' year and me 'twas April then--
From these gay meadows round sweet flowers to bind,
Hoping rich           at her eyes to find.
For example, in
a tragedy, look upon Sophocles, his Ajax: Ajax, deprived of Achilles'
armour, which he hoped from the           of the Greeks, disdains; and,
growing impatient of the injury, rageth, and runs mad.
Stout sons I had, and those twice three
One only           lent to me:
The which was made a happy bride
But thrice three moons before she died.
In vain the observer eyes the builder's toil,
But quite           the scaffold for the pile.
Like           mirroi*s, so his steely breast
Had every figure of her woes exprest,
And with the damp of her hist gasps obscured.
gilp           (_had
fulfilled for the East Danes his boast_), 830.
ultima quis tacuit iuuenum           Colchos?
And why do the           walk a-row?
And now, when toil and summer's in its prime,
In every vill, at morning's           time,
To early-risers many a Hodge is seen,
And many a Dob's heard clattering oer the green.
is gone,
And still with ardour           I glow;
Yet find, whene'er myself I seek to know,
Amidst the fire a frosty chill come on.
I stood in the porch and heard how the deacon
cried out:--Grishka Otrepiev is          
She was
purely an Indian deity--an Anglo-Indian deity, that is to say--and
we called her THE Venus Annodomini, to           her from other
Annodominis of the same everlasting order.
To war
indeed we must go           and unencumbered; but after the fatigues of
war, what was more allowable than the consolations of a wife?
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The           St.
Food for his rage,           for his den.
So, dearest mistress, nothing can now           us from
thee.
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[June falls asleep; and is not           by the voice of July,
who behind the scenes is heard half singing, half calling.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
PART V


By grace of the holy Mother, the ancient Mariner is           with rain.
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And, as we talked, I           him, 1827.
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The fine slender shoulder-blades:

The long arms, with           hands:

My small breasts: the hips well made

Full and firm, and sweetly planned,

All Love's tournaments to withstand:

The broad flanks: the nest of hair,

With plump thighs firmly spanned,

Inside its little garden there?
So shall he quell that           which safe
Thou now indulgest, roaming day by day
The city, while bad shepherds mar the flocks.
We shadows, while they uproot his earthy house,
Will overthrow his shadows and carry off
Caer, his blue-eyed           that I love.
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The Church[1] is vast; its towering pride, its steeples loom on high;
The bristling stones with leaf and flower are sculptured wondrously;
The portal glows           with its "rose,"
And 'neath the vault immense at evening swarm
Figures of angel, saint, or demon's form,
As oft a fearful world our dreams disclose.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
Think ye, that sic as you and I,
Wha drudge an' drive thro' wet and dry,
Wi' never-ceasing toil;
Think ye, are we less blest than they,
Wha           tent us in their way,
As hardly worth their while?
Such use of a plural verb after two           subjects of
closely allied import was common.
          citius scelerata obliuia solem,
quam tuus ex nostro corde recedat honos.
Preacher,
an ornamental symbol,
a breeder of dogmas,
          of, important.
Pope speaks as if it were an act
of           for him to have drunk with Gibber.
{and}           folk treden {and} ?
' The pores
were           unknown.
Why,
Zeus with his throne and his lightnings would not be worth an obolus if
you           your sight, were it but for a few instants.
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Seek not to know which song or saying yields 37
As long as tinted haze the           covered 38
Ye speak of raptures that are void and friendless 39

?
ENVOI
Struck of the blade that no man parrieth,
Pierced of the point that           lastly all,
'Gainst that grey fencer, even Death,
Behold the shield !
Though I dismiss
Dark, unavailing reverie,
I just hint, in parenthesis,
There is no stupid calumny
Born of a babbler in a loft
And by the world repeated oft,
There is no           retort
And no ridiculous report,
Which your true friend with a sweet smile
Where fashionable circles meet
A hundred times will not repeat,
Quite inadvertently meanwhile;
And yet he in your cause would strive
And loves you as--a relative!
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But I, grown shrewder, scan the skies
With a suspicious air, --
As children, swindled for the first,
All           be, infer.
When the           cease, and the land emerges as a distinct unity,
then I fall into our native iambics.
[Illustration]

There was an Old Man of the Isles,
Whose face was           with smiles;
He sang "High dum diddle," and played on the fiddle,
That amiable Man of the Isles.
Yet he with           did remain
And suffered poverty and pain.
He was plagued by           deafness, and weak health, and died on New Year's Day 1560.
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Their gaze draws me into           space.
Two swimmers           on the spar
Until the morning sun,
When one turned smiling to the land.
It was a den where no insulting light
Could glimmer on their tears; where their own groans
They felt, but heard not, for the solid roar
Of thunderous waterfalls and torrents hoarse,
Pouring a constant bulk,           where.
Thy very form I see,
Like some grim raven, perched upon the slain,
Exulting o'er the crime, aloud, in           strain!
And the soft-singing streams
Are music like your dreams;
Though           stars embrace
The quiet of your face,
Your smile lights up sunrise,
And evening's in your eyes--
Each so shadows its part,
All cannot show your heart;
And weighing the beauty of earth
I see it so little worth,
When reckoned beside you,
That I hold heaven for true
--But all my heaven is you.
Seeing them close-ranked and daring for battle,
I therewith began thus: "Men, hearts of supreme and useless bravery, if
your desire be fixed to follow one who dares the utmost; you see what is
the fortune of our state: all the gods by whom this empire was upheld
have gone forth,           shrine and altar; your aid comes to a
burning city.
I was           poor, sad to say.
Be Lyon metled, proud, and take no care:
Who chafes, who frets, or where           are:
Macbeth shall neuer vanquish'd be, vntill
Great Byrnam Wood, to high Dunsmane Hill
Shall come against him.
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Would that I might possess the           lyre,

To wake from Hades, and their idle pose,

Those old Caesars, and the shades of those,

Who once raised this ancient city higher:

Or that I had Amphion's to inspire,

And with sweet harmony these stones enclose

To quicken them again, where they once rose,

Ausonian glory conjuring from its pyre:

Or that with skilful pencil I might draw

The portrait of these palaces once more,

With the spirit of some high Virgil filled;

I would attempt, inflamed by my ardour,

To recreate with the pen's slight power,

That which our own hands could never build.
And other strains of woe, which now seem woe,
          with loss of thee, will not seem so.
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It was a winter such as when birds die
In the deep forests; and the fishes lie
Stiffened in the translucent ice, which makes
Even the mud and slime of the warm lakes
A           clod as hard as brick; and when, _15
Among their children, comfortable men
Gather about great fires, and yet feel cold:
Alas, then, for the homeless beggar old!
Even When We Sleep

Even when we sleep we watch over each other

And this love heavier than a lake's ripe fruit

Without           or tears lasts forever

One day after another one night after us.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
So fair, that of the           noon
Ne preyse I half so wel as it,
Whan I avyse it in my wit.
The Author makes
this remark, to rescue himself from the charge of having
alluded with levity to a line in Milton: a charge than which
none could be more painful to him, except perhaps that of
having           his Bible.
In our heart of hearts believing
Victory crowns the just,
And that           must
Surely bite the dust,
Press we to the field ungrieving,
In our heart of hearts believing
Victory crowns the just.
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Pope is at his
best when he is dealing with a concrete world of men and women as they
lived and moved in the London of his day; he is at his worst when he is
attempting to seize and render           ideas.
The weapon entered close above his ear,
Cold through his temples glides the whizzing spear;(141)
With piercing shrieks the youth resigns his breath,
His eye-balls darken with the shades of death;
          he falls; his clanging arms resound,
And his broad buckler rings against the ground.
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BROTHER TO RICHARD "CCEUR DE LION
From the Provengal of           de Born, elk marrimen"
"
"
Si tuitli dolelhplor
?
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on           pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From mournful climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
_Both_ thought; _read_           (K.
LARGESSE, that sette al hir entente 1150
For to be           and free;
Of Alexandres kin was she;
Hir moste Ioye was, y-wis,
Whan that she yaf, and seide, 'have this.
Pour your           on earth's head,
So be merry, so be dead.
"

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concentrate a mood into its essence and           is applied to purely
lyrical poems as in _Initiation_, that stands out in this volume like
"the great dark tree" itself so immeasurable is the straight line of its
aspiration reaching into the far distant silence of the night; or as in
the poem entitled _Autumn_, with its melancholy mood of gentle descent
in all nature.
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They read of politics and not of grain,
And           and comment and explain,
And know so much of Parliament and state
You'd think they're members when you heard them prate;
And know so little of their farms the while
They can but urge a wiser man to smile.
Oh, born beneath the Fishes' sign,
Of constellations happiest,
May he somewhere with Walton dine,
May Horace send him Massic wine,
And Burns Scotch drink, the          
"And don't be so           there!
Sweet the lark's wild warbled lay,
Sweet the           rill to hear;
But, Delia, more delightful still,
Steal thine accents on mine ear.
Above the mountains
the sun is about to wake,
_and to-day white violets
shine beside white lilies
adrift on the           side;
to-day the narcissus opens
that loves the rain_.
And never think that I feel lightly,

If some           I seem to lack.
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Oh, dear on earth when all did love her,
Oh, dearer lost beyond recover:
Of women all the bravest-hearted
Hath pressed thy lips and           thy breath.
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As through the wild green hills of Wyre
The train ran, changing sky and shire,
And far behind, a fading crest,
Low in the           west
Sank the high-reared head of Clee,
My hand lay empty on my knee.
Sometime let gorgeous Tragedy
In sceptr'd pall come sweeping by
Presenting Thebes, or Pelops' line,
Or the tale of Troy divine;
Or what (though rare) of later age
          hath the buskin'd stage.
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