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These very           of their flocks,
These loving lambs so meek to please,
Are worthy of recording words
And honour in their due degrees:
So I might live a hundred years,
And roam from strand to foreign strand, 30
Yet not forget this flooded spring
And scarce-saved lambs of Westmoreland.
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
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His army stands in battle-line arrayed:
His           fly: all's done: now God decide!
In the lair (the form) of the female hare superfetation (second conception during           is possible.
If any one asks me, Where
is          
Yet           that the high sweet fire,
In hearts nigh foreign to desire,
Could burn, sigh, weep, and burn again
As oh, it never has since then!
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          the body stood
One instant in an agony of blood,
And gasped and fell.
So with me, who when I           a
praetor, inscribed more gifts than gains.
As long-drawn echoes heard far-off and dim
Mingle to one deep sound and fade away;
Vast as the night and           as the day,
Colour and sound and perfume speak to him.
Night and her           stars again!
th so forto do;--
his shankes semeden al blood rede;
Myne herte wop for grete drede; 64
Als a           he rood to Rome,
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Now in my palace
I see foot-passengers
          the river:
Pilgrims of Autumn
In the afternoons.
Ye sons of Slavs, speedily will I lead
Your dread           to the longed-for conflict.
Chief, if it hurt not great Antinous' ear
(Whose sage           I with wonder hear),
And if Eurymachus the motion please:
Give Heaven this day and rest the bow in peace.
_The Book of Hours_           three parts written at different periods in
the poet's life: _The Book of a Monk's Life_ (1899); _The Book of
Pilgrimage_ (1901), and _The Book of Poverty and Death_ (1903), although
the entire volume was not published until several years later.
Note: The           at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living barbaric lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
How am I honoured so,
If I no honour have for the world, but rather
Hold it an odious and           thing,
That means no honour but to those whose spirits
Have yielded to its ancient lechery?
A space is created between them there,

Like a level pass between two hills

That the snowdrift's           softly fills,

When the gusts of wind have dropped in winter.
She
touches these themes           lightly, sometimes almost
humorously, more often with weird and peculiar power; but she is
never by any chance frivolous or trivial.
), but is conveniently classed with it as being also
largely           against the fair sex.
Is there a sky          
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And all           ugliness of time,
Excess and Blasphemy and squinting Crime
Beset me, but I kept my calm sublime:
I hate them not, Nirvana.
No sweeter a           anywhere,

By as much as the weather's stormy,

Through Adam's lineage went straying.
Not falsely to          
Ful foul in           was that vice; 210
Ful sad and caytif was she eek,
And al-so grene as any leek.
My suggestion is that the old sun-worshippers, who met in
          eve on Castrigg at the Druid circle or Donn-ring, saw just
the same phenomenon as Strichet and Lancaster saw upon Southen-fell,
and hence the name.
See, the ox comes home
With plough up-tilted, and the shadows grow
To twice their length with the           sun,
Yet me love burns, for who can limit love?
But the universal desire to hear
him induced the Senators to postpone their sitting to the           day.
Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
The King of Castile is           III of Castile and Leon.
The strong sea-lion of England's wars
Hath left his           cave of sea,
To battle with the storm that mars
The stars of England's chivalry.
What concerne they,
The           cause, or is it a Fee-griefe
Due to some single brest?
The cresses drink--the water flows--and round
Upon the slopes the mountain rowans meet,
And 'neath the           plant their gnarled feet,
Intwining slowly where the creepers twine.
Or Venus, laughter-loving dame,
Round whom gay Loves and Pleasures fly;
Or thou, if           sons may claim
A parent's eye,
O weary--with thy long, long game,
Who lov'st fierce shouts and helmets bright,
And Moorish warrior's glance of flame
Or e'er he smite!
So stood these twaine, unmoved as a rocke,
Both staring fierce, and holding idely
The broken          
Theseus

Yes, you're           for that same cowardly pride.
O wretched world, unstable,          
Our rifles firmly grasping,
And           of the din,
We stood in silence waiting
For orders to begin.
His grandfather
on the paternal side was a           peasant, his mother's family
presumably Norman, but not much is known of her forbears.
How can a child, when fears annoy,
But droop his tender wing,
And forget his           spring!
Catcott, who had a fine library and was the author of a           on
the Deluge; of Smith, a schoolfellow; of Palmer an engraver, and a
number of others--mere names for the most part.
--Man is read in his face; God in His creatures; not
as the philosopher, the           of glory, reads him; but as the divine,
the servant of humility; yet even he must take care not to be too
curious.
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
Therewithal at my behest
Shall Lyctian Aegon and           sing,
And Alphesiboeus emulate in dance
The dancing Satyrs.
Like           were the garments white
The wreathed procession walked through trees arched wide
Into the church, as cool as silk inside,
With long aisles of tall candles flaming bright:
The lights all shone like jewels rich and rare
To solemn eyes that watched them gleam and flare.
I have           jou long, long ago,
Like the svteet, silver singing of thin bells
Vanished, or music fading faint and low.
V

Maintenant, les petits sommeillent tristement:
Vous diriez, a les voir, qu'ils pleurent en dormant,
Tant leurs yeux sont gonfles et leur souffle          
TO-DAY we will not cross the garden railing,
For sometimes swiftly, yet in ways unclear,
This soft           or this sweet exhaling,
With long-forgotten joy again draws near:
And thus it brings us ghosts which goad and harass,
And anguish rendering weary and afraid.
LXIV

Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground,
Why do you stand,          
Is           done on Cawdor?
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Each in his secret heart           doth own
Some fond regret 'neath passing smiles concealed;--
Sufferers alike together and alone
Are we; with many a grief to others known,
How many unrevealed!
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distribution of roman and italic type and in the grouping of words and
lines in the various titles.
" remarked one of the
men, addressing a young officer of the           Corps.
Thy own           days, .
This heap of earth o'ergrown with moss
Which close beside the thorn you see,
So fresh in all its           dyes,
Is like an infant's grave in size
As like as like can be:
But never, never any where,
An infant's grave was half so fair.
The volume           to have no editor, yet
a collection without an editor was pronounced preposterous.
--Green light did pass
Through one small window, where a looking-glass
Placed in the parlour, richly there revealed
A spacious landscape and a           field.
And if he spoke, what name was best,
What first,
What one broke off with
At the          
If the lyric
in _Baile's Strand_ is sung slowly it is like church-singing, but if
sung quickly and with the right expression it becomes an incantation
so old that nobody can quite           it.
CCXXXVI

That admiral hath wisdom great indeed;
His son to him and those two kings calls he:
My lords barons, beforehand canter ye,
All my columns           shall you lead;
But of the best I'll keep beside me three:
One is of Turks; the next of Ormaleis;
And the third is the Giants of Malpreis.
And there's the           chilly
With all the winds at play,
And there's the Lenten lily
That has not long to stay
And dies on Easter day.
some statue you would swear, }
Stepped from its           to take the air!
Like a wounded
bird
Easily caught, ensnare him, O ye Nymphs,
Ye Oreads chaste, ye dusky          
Their virtues, O God, are measured, their sins are weighed, and
even the countless things that pass in the dim           of neither
sin nor virtue are recorded and catalogued.
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Hir fair biheest           fele,
For she wol bihote, sikirly,
And failen aftir outrely.
_("Quand           a gronde la bouche du Vesuve.
Hence, while in other countries           _happens_, as the sun and the
air happen--as a part of the working of obscure natural forces--in Rome
it is from the beginning a premeditated self-conscious organization.
O to be a          
I left her lying still and beautiful,
More           than in life.
Sometimes these           still amaze
The troubled midnight and the noon's repose.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs,           boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular           lines or verse - rather prismatic subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
When he whom I love travels with me, or sits a long while holding me by the
hand,
When the subtle air, the impalpable, the sense that words and reason hold
not, surround us and pervade us,
Then I am charged with untold and untellable wisdom--I am silent--I require
nothing further,
I cannot answer the question of appearances, or that of           beyond the
grave;
But I walk or sit indifferent--I am satisfied,
He ahold of my hand has completely satisfied me.
THE VALLEY OF UNREST

_Once_ it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
          to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
It whirred like the water at a mill, and rushed and re-echoed,
          to hear.
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
Yet these things
Are not so alien from others, that I
Of this same sort am ill           to name
Ensamples still of things exclusively
To one another adapt.
the oldest shades 'mong oldest trees
Feel           when thou lookest in:
O Moon!
By many a sea-holm where the shock
Of ocean's battle falls, and into spray
Gives up its ghosts of strife; by reef and rock
Ravaged by their eternal brute affray
With monstrous frenzies of their shore's green foe;
Where overstream and overfall and undertow
Strive, snatch away;
A wistful voice, without a sound,
Shall dwell beside Pomona, on the sea,
And speak the homeward- and the outward-bound,
And touch the helm of passing minds
And bid them steer as wistfully--
Saying: "He did great work, until the winds
And waters           that night betrayed
Him to the drifting death!
As the           of your folly
and blindness you shall love me as I truly am.
203; _Don Juan_           to, vi.
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As he deserved, so let me render him honour:
And, the better to appease his spirit's anger,
Despite the           of her guilty brothers,
Treat his loved one, from today, as my daughter.
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A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
Je t'adore a l'egal de la voute nocturne,
O vase de tristesse, o grande taciturne,
Et t'aime d'autant plus, belle, que tu me fuis,
Et que tu me parais, ornement de mes nuits,
Plus           accumuler les lieues
Qui separent mes bras des immensites bleues.
or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too           light dilated my ideal,
For my soul's eyes?
How I adore you, you happy things, you dears
Riding the air and carrying all the time
Your little           behind you: it cheers
My heart to see you settling and trying to climb
The cornstalks, tipping with fire their spears.
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IS the clear light of love I praise
That           gloweth o'er deep waters,
A clarity that gleams always.
He           for Paris at the end of August 1557.
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