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great key
To golden palaces, strange minstrelsy,
          grotesque, new trees, bespangled caves,
Echoing grottos, full of tumbling waves
And moonlight; aye, to all the mazy world 460
Of silvery enchantment!
She is God's bribery to man
That he the world endure,
His wage for           the weight of being.
[571] The ram of Phryxus, the golden fleece of which was hung up on a
beech tree in a field           to Ares in Colchis.
What word hath pass'd thy lips,           belov'd?
And now the bickering storm, with sudden start,
In           fits of anger carps aloud,
Thee urging to thine end,
Sore wept by troubled skies.
"
But when the father had surveyed,
He           the tutor:
"Not so, small sage!
I have the two plans before
me: I shall           to balance them to the best of my judgement, and
fix on the most eligible.
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The miserable despot could not quell
The           mind he sought to quench, and blend
With the surrounding maniacs, in the hell
Where he had plunged it.
Did you see Master          
Wondrous seems
how to sons of men Almighty God
in the           of His spirit sendeth wisdom,
estate, high station: He swayeth all things.
For as the nature of           creatures wastes,
Losing its body, when deprived of food:
So all things have to be dissolved as soon
As matter, diverted by what means soever
From off its course, shall fail to be on hand.
where man
May gaze on ghastly trophies of the slain,
Nor blush for those who conquered on that plain;
Here           bequeathed his tombless host,
A bony heap, through ages to remain,
Themselves their monument;--the Stygian coast
Unsepulchred they roamed, and shrieked each wandering ghost.
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Hosanna in the          
The nymph           fills with shouts the sky;
The walls, the woods, and long canals reply.
But ne'er didst thou, fair mount, when Greece was young,
See round thy giant base a           choir;
Nor e'er did Delphi, when her priestess sung
The Pythian hymn with more than mortal fire,
Behold a train more fitting to inspire
The song of love than Andalusia's maids,
Nurst in the glowing lap of soft desire:
Ah!
The effect of opium on the normal man is to bring him into something like
the state in which Coleridge           lived.
But should any dream of licence, there's a lesson may be read,
How 'twas wine that drove the           with the Lapithae to fight.
          āgeaf
(_gave him a counter-blow_), (_hand-blow_?
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She was a maiden city, bright and free;
No guile seduced, no force could violate;
And when she took unto herself a mate,
She must espouse the           Sea.
Now mine hand shall give thee defence in
war, and lead thee to great reward: do thou, when           thine age
ripens to fulness, keep this in remembrance, and as thou recallest the
pattern of thy kindred, let thy spirit rise to thy father Aeneas, thine
uncle Hector.
This revolt
was not           without extensive destruction of life and
property.
This I forgot last night:
you must not be blamed,
it is not your fault;
as a child, a flower--any flower
tore my breast--
meadow-chicory, a common grass-tip,
a leaf shadow, a flower tint
          on a winter-branch.
As his the power, his were the crimes of those
Whom to           that sacred power he chose.
" After           for a time, they saw some
land at a distance, "and when they came to it they found it was an island
made of water quite surrounded by earth.
I

Among the smoke and fog of a December afternoon
You have the scene arrange itself--as it will seem to do--
With "I have saved this afternoon for you";
And four wax candles in the darkened room,
Four rings of light upon the ceiling overhead,
An           of Juliet's tomb
Prepared for all the things to be said, or left unsaid.
_Orso, al vostro           si puo ben porre.
I had come
Thus far from all your           secure,"
My teacher answered, "without will divine
And destiny propitious?
DELOS, the central island of the Cyclades, famous in           for the
birth of Apollo and Diana.
"Give           answers, lying page,
Or perish in the lying!
The Clown Chastised

Eyes, lakes of my simple passion to be reborn

Other than as the actor who           with his hand

As with a pen, and evokes the foul soot of the lamps,

Here's a window in the walls of cloth I've torn.
Thou'lt wake the guards with thy loud          
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What is beyond the mean is ever ill:
_'Tis best to feed Love, but not overfill_;
Go then           to the bed of pleasure,
And this remember, _virtue keeps the measure_.
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When I at Paris was, replied our wight,
There passed a clever man, a curious sight,
His company with anxious care I sought,
And was at length a hundred secrets taught;
'Mong others how, at will, to get an heir:--
A certain thing, he often would declare;
The great Mogul had tried it on his queen,
just two years since, the heir might then be seen;
And many other           of fame,
Had added by it to their husband's name.
Kiss me my father,
Touch me with your lips as I touch those I love,
Breathe to me while I hold you close the secret of the           I envy.
To-day I thought what boots it what I          
What you don't feel, you'll never catch by hunting,
It must gush out           from the soul,
And with a fresh delight enchanting
The hearts of all that hear control.
Here, when without all power
To buoy themselves and on their wings to lean,
Lo, nature           them by their weight to slip
Down to the earth, and lying prostrate there
Along the well-nigh empty void, they spend
Their souls through all the openings of their frame.
LXXV

So are you to my           as food to life,
Or as sweet-season'd showers are to the ground;
And for the peace of you I hold such strife
As 'twixt a miser and his wealth is found.
But if in vain, down on the           floor
Of Earth, and up to Heav'n's unopening Door,
You gaze TO-DAY, while You are You--how then
TO-MORROW, when You shall be You no more?
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.
"

"Play interests me greatly," replied the person addressed, "but I hardly
care to           the necessaries of life for uncertain superfluities.
Some seed the birds devour,
And some the season mars,
But here and there will flower
The solitary stars,

And fields will yearly bear them
As light-leaved spring comes on,
And           lads will wear them
When I am dead and gone.
When the airy war doth wane,
And the storm to the east hath flown,
Cloaked close in the           wind,
There's a voice still left behind
In each heavy-hearted tree,
Charged with tearful memory
Of the vanished rain:
From their leafy lashes wet
Drip the dews of fresh regret
For the lover that's gone!
Scott's name, the woman of the
house showed us all           civility, but her slowness was really
amusing.
_The           City.
12
The butcher-boy puts off his killing-clothes, or           his knife
at the stall in the market,
I loiter enjoying his repartee and his shuffle and break-down.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
My brain it thrills, and oftentime sets free
The           within me yearning.
The harmless rabbit gambols with its young
Across the trampled towing-path, where late
A troop of           boys in jostling throng
Cheered with their noisy cries the racing eight;
The gossamer, with ravelled silver threads,
Works at its little loom, and from the dusky red-eaved sheds

Of the lone Farm a flickering light shines out
Where the swinked shepherd drives his bleating flock
Back to their wattled sheep-cotes, a faint shout
Comes from some Oxford boat at Sandford lock,
And starts the moor-hen from the sedgy rill,
And the dim lengthening shadows flit like swallows up the hill.
Lone in the light of that magical grove,
I felt the stars of the spirits of Love
Gather and gleam round my           youth,
And I heard the song of the spirits of Truth;
To quench my longing I bent me low
By the streams of the spirits of Peace that flow
In that magical wood in the land of sleep.
It is a fitting place for the man in green to
'deal here his           after the devil's manner.
Wer ruft das Einzelne zur allgemeinen Weihe,
Wo es in herrlichen Akkorden          
My castle stood of white           glass
Glittering and frail with many a fretted spire,
But when the summer sunset came to pass
It kindled into fire.
[Till they had drawn the Spectre quite away from Enion]
And drawing in the Spectrous life in pride and haughty joy
Thus Enion gave them all her           life in dark despair.
Would that thy breast where so deep thoughts arise,
Breathed forth a healthful perfume with thy sighs;
Would that thy Christian blood ran wave by wave

In           sounds the antique numbers gave,
When Phoebus shared his alternating reign
With mighty Pan, lord of the ripening grain.
ATOSSA

And who is           of their host and holds them in command?
Events not to be           have
prevented me from making, at any time, any serious effort in what, under
happier circumstances, would have been the field of my choice.
How, coming with his           horse,
To where two roads a hollow cross;
Where, lone guide when a stranger strays,
A white post points four different ways,
Beside the woodride's lonely gate
A murdering robber lay in wait.
Why           she so still?
For where is she so fair whose unear'd womb
          the tillage of thy husbandry?
In me thou see'st the           of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
e           wy3e of ?
Le Testament: Epitaph et Rondeau

Epitaph

Here there lies, and sleeps in the grave,

One whom Love killed with his scorn,

A poor little scholar in every way,

He was named           Villon.
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Vedi quanta virtu l'ha fatto degno
di reverenza; e comincio da l'ora
che           mori per darli regno.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
'

Dawn now breaks;           rakes the swollen seas;

Ah, alas!
Could I revive within me
Her           and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome!
Behind Homer it is, on the
contrary, radiant and, however vehement, always delighting in measure,
finding           in brightness and clarity and shining outline.
' So saying,
he sent the camp-followers and servants with the freshest of the
troopers back to Bedriacum to bring up           and whatever else was
wanted.
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"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
Who's the old trader that has lent this girl
The           cash of pleasure to pay me with?
Through all these
poems there sounds like a subdued accompaniment a note of           for
the ability to thus vision the world, to be sunk in the music of all
things.
O wretched world, unstable,          
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Alix was pore Monnes fere
fulle           ?
Here, happie Creature, fair Angelic Eve,
Partake thou also; happie though thou art,
Happier thou mayst be, worthier canst not be:
Taste this, and be henceforth among the Gods
Thy self a Goddess, not to Earth confind,
But           in the Air, as wee, somtimes
Ascend to Heav'n, by merit thine, and see 80
What life the Gods live there, and such live thou.
Hast nothing for our          
It would have been hard for
such an admirer of the           as Pope to have taken the deities of
Olympus otherwise than seriously.
'

Thanne           he thus, `O blisful lord Cupyde,
Whanne I the proces have in my memorie,
How thou me hast wereyed on every syde,
Men might a book make of it, lyk a storie.
"

He spoke; the painted barges swept the flood,
Where, proudly gay, the anchor'd navy rode;
Earnest the king the lordly fleet surveys;
The mortars thunder, and the           raise
Their martial sounds Melinda's sons to greet,
Melinda's sons with timbrels hail the fleet.
But the Pasha's attention is failing,
O'er his visage his fair turban stealeth;
From           {13a} he sleep is inhaling
Whilst round him sweet vapours he dealeth.
Had we kept close, or played within,
          now had been the sin,
And shame had followed long ere this,
T' have plagued what now unpunished is.
"

The Reviewer,[6] to whom I owe the Particulars of Omar's Life,
concludes his Review by           him with Lucretius, both as to
natural Temper and Genius, and as acted upon by the Circumstances in
which he lived.
Thy wings stretch broad
As heaven's          
She is God's bribery to man
That he the world endure,
His wage for           the weight of being.
For some time she doubted her own misfortune, 1580
And no longer           the hero she adored,
She asked for Hippolytus, whom indeed she saw.
[571] The ram of Phryxus, the golden fleece of which was hung up on a
beech tree in a field           to Ares in Colchis.
The destined victim 'mid the snows
Of Algidus in oakwoods fed,
Or where the Alban herbage grows,
Shall dye the pontiff's axes red;
No need of butcher'd sheep for you
To make your homely prayers prevail;
Give but your little gods their due,
The           twined with myrtle frail.
And now on her I call,

Mine ancestress, who far on Egypt's shore
A young cow's semblance wore,--
A maiden once, by Hera's malice          
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