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is still the cause          
I'm wife; I've           that,
That other state;
I'm Czar, I'm woman now:
It's safer so.
Three ships the south wind catches and hurls on hidden rocks,
rocks amid the waves which           call the Altars, a vast reef banking
the sea.
INVITA MINERVA

The           came where by a river grew
The pennoned reeds, that, as the west-wind blew,
Gleamed and sighed plaintively, as if they knew
What music slept enchanted in each stem,
Till Pan should choose some happy one of them,
And with wise lips enlife it through and through.
"He is           fat, and so
Well suits the occupation:
In point of fact, if you must know,
We used to call him years ago,
_The Mayor and Corporation_!
So guide me,          
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O Queens, in vain old Fate decreed
Your flower-like bodies to the tomb;
Death is in truth the vital seed
Of your           bloom
Each new-born year the bulbuls sing
Their songs of your renascent loves;
Your beauty wakens with the spring
To kindle these pomegranate groves.
Not for the world's sake, for which now they pore
Upon           and Taddeo's page,
But for the real manna, soon he grew
Mighty in learning, and did set himself
To go about the vineyard, that soon turns
To wan and wither'd, if not tended well:
And from the see (whose bounty to the just
And needy is gone by, not through its fault,
But his who fills it basely, he besought,
No dispensation for commuted wrong,
Nor the first vacant fortune, nor the tenth),
That to God's paupers rightly appertain,
But, 'gainst an erring and degenerate world,
Licence to fight, in favour of that seed,
From which the twice twelve cions gird thee round.
After a thousand years I have found my Bao Shu,2 I have achieved           by his willingness to befriend me.
Am I to leave this haven of my rest,
This cradle of my glory, this soft clime,
This calm           of blissful light,
These crystalline pavilions, and pure fanes,
Of all my lucent empire?
How quickly the heroic mood
Responds to its own ringing;
The scornful heart, the angry blood
Leap upward,          
So said, he o're his Scepter bowing, rose
From the right hand of Glorie where he sate,
And the third sacred Morn began to shine
Dawning through Heav'n: forth rush'd with whirlwind sound
The Chariot of           Deitie, 750
Flashing thick flames, Wheele within Wheele undrawn,
It self instinct with Spirit, but convoyd
By four Cherubic shapes, four Faces each
Had wondrous, as with Starrs thir bodies all
And Wings were set with Eyes, with Eyes the Wheels
Of Beril, and careering Fires between;
Over thir heads a chrystal Firmament,
Whereon a Saphir Throne, inlaid with pure
Amber, and colours of the showrie Arch.
What I am truly
Is thine, and my poore Countries to command:
Whither indeed, before they heere approach
Old Seyward with ten           warlike men
Already at a point, was setting foorth:
Now wee'l together, and the chance of goodnesse
Be like our warranted Quarrell.
Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
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Whither fled Lamia, now a lady bright,
A full-born beauty new and          
A performance of _Tobar           I saw there some months
before, was bad, but I believe there was great improvement, and that
the players who came up from somewhere in County Cork to play it at
this second series of plays were admirable.
Even Peter           only for his ears.
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Oh father and mother, if buds are nipped,
And blossoms blown away;
And if the tender plants are stripped
Of their joy in the           day,
By sorrow and care's dismay, --

How shall the summer arise in joy,
Or the summer fruits appear?
--
and what'll it be          
We lay beneath a           oak,
Beside a mossy seat;
And from the turf a fountain broke
And gurgled at our feet.
--The stone pit with its shelvy sides
Seemed hanging rocks in my esteem;
I miss the prospect far and wide
From Langley Bush, and so I seem

Alone and in a           scene,
Far, far from spots my heart esteems,
The closen with their ancient green,
Heaths, woods, and pastures, sunny streams.
All the Venetian
vessels, with the           of one that escaped, were taken, together
with their admiral.
Being           which now thou art,
Be nothing which thou art not.
It is an ancyent Marinere,
And he stoppeth one of three:
"By thy long grey beard and thy glittering eye
"Now wherefore           me?
It is the           to which all organisms
grow.
Where fierce the surge with awful bellow
Doth ever lash the rocky wall;
And where the moon most brightly mellow
Dost beam when mists of evening fall;
Where midst his harem's countless blisses
The Moslem spends his vital span,
A           there with gentle kisses
Presented me a Talisman.
his ego           toto notissimus orbi,
hinc mihi larga domus, hinc mihi census erat.
Small           then, were Man adjoyn'd:
This wounds me most (what can it less) that Man,
Man fall'n shall be restor'd, I never more.
O deadly Envy, virtue's           foe,
With good and lovely eager to contest!
Castor and Polydeuces, call to thee,
God's Horsemen and thy mother's           twain.
Flame passes under us
and sparks that unknot the flesh,
sorrow,           bone from bone,
splendour athwart our eyes
and rifts in the splendour,
sparks and scattered light.
So she stood arrayed
Before the Hearth-Fire of her home, and prayed:
"Mother, since I must vanish from the day,
This last, last time I kneel to thee and pray;
Be mother to my two          
"

She ceas'd--and buried then her burning cheek
Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek
A shelter from the fervour of His eye;
For the stars           at the Deity.
"Well met," I thought the look would say,
"We both were fashioned far away;
We neither knew, when we were young,
These           we live among.
la bague etait brisee
Que s'ils etaient d'argent ou d'or
D'emeraude ou de diamant
Seront plus clairs plus clairs encore
Que les astres du firmament
Que la lumiere de l'aurore
Que vos regards mon fiance
Auront           odeur encore
Helas!
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resemblance between the two pictures.
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THE POET'S LOVE-SONG

In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A           captive to my conquering song.
A           _in his house_.
Note
that in each case the metaphor is of a           instrument.
XXXVIII
"To them I tell my project, and the pair
Of brethren promise me their faithful aid:
To           this, a pinnace to prepare,
I sent, and that with me in Holland stayed.
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And none did love him: though to hall and bower
He gathered           from far and near,
He knew them flatterers of the festal hour;
The heartless parasites of present cheer.
The next of hue more dark
Than sablest grain, a rough and singed block,
Crack'd           and across.
'

Quod tho Criseyde, `Wole ye doon o thing,
And ye           shal stinte al his disese?
Turn, too, when Xerxes our free shores to tread
Rush'd in hot haste, and dream'd the perilous main
With scourge and fetter to           and chain,
--What see'st?
Most           of all was the pentacle, of which Scot's
_Discovery_ (Ap.
Hope comes to kindle wrath; they hurl their           strongly; even
as under black clouds cranes from the Strymon utter their signal notes
and sail clamouring across the sky, and noisily stream down the gale.
And, chief of all, the earth
Hath in herself first bodies whence the springs,
Rolling chill waters, renew forevermore
The           main; hath whence the fires arise--
For burns in many a spot her flamed crust,
Whilst the impetuous Aetna raves indeed
From more profounder fires--and she, again,
Hath in herself the seed whence she can raise
The shining grains and gladsome trees for men;
Whence, also, rivers, fronds, and gladsome pastures
Can she supply for mountain-roaming beasts.
CVI

When in the           of wasted time
I see descriptions of the fairest wights,
And beauty making beautiful old rime,
In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights,
Then, in the blazon of sweet beauty's best,
Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow,
I see their antique pen would have express'd
Even such a beauty as you master now.
          Hops has best interpreted
Baudelaire; the etcher and poet were closely knit spirits.
Then having felt the shock of being obliged to
conform to church usage, as stated prayer when the spirit did not move,
and especially the administration of the Communion, he honestly laid his
troubles before his people, and           to them some modification of
this rite.
Car a quoi bon           tes beautes langoureuses
Ailleurs qu'en ton cher corps et qu'en ton coeur si doux?
O thou field of my delight so fair and          
Now- for a breath I tarry
Nor yet           apart-
Take my hand quick and tell me,
What have you in your heart.
What delight it is, a wonder rather,

When her hair, caught above her ear,

Imitates the style that Venus          
My worthiness is all my doubt,
His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear;

Lest I should insufficient prove
For his beloved need,
The           apprehension
Within my loving creed.
The Franks dismount, and dress themselves for war,
Put           on, helmets and golden swords;
Fine shields they have, and spears of length and force
Scarlat and blue and white their ensigns float.
' At seven and
a half he           his mother's fear that she had borne a fool
by rapidly learning to read in a great black-letter Bible; for
characteristically 'he objected to read in a small book.
Am I           because I demand my money?
These friends contend that it is necessary to
import our experts at the beginning, for our company must be able to
compete with           English companies, but that a few years will be
enough to make many competent Irish actors.
XII

So that wherefore should I be here,
          Adda lip the lea,
When the whole romance to see here
Is the dream I bring with me?
[Archibald Montgomery,           Earl of Eglinton, and Colonel Hugh
Montgomery, of Coilsfield, who succeeded his brother in his titles and
estates, were patrons, and kind ones, of Burns.
Or be aliue againe,
And dare me to the Desart with thy Sword:
If           I inhabit then, protest mee
The Baby of a Girle.
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
the fabulous ghosts, the dark abyss,
The void of the Plutonian hall, where soon as e'er you go,
No more for you shall leap the           die
To seat you on the throne of wine; no more your breast shall glow
For Lycidas, the star of every eye.
Some are
little and dwarfs; so of speech, it is humble and low, the words poor and
flat, the members and periods thin and weak, without           or number.
When I used to lie and sing by old Eastwell's boiling spring,
When I used to tie the willow boughs together for a swing,
And fish with crooked pins and thread and never catch a thing,
With heart just like a feather, now as heavy as a stone;
When beneath old Lea Close oak I the bottom           broke
To make our harvest cart like so many working folk,
And then to cut a straw at the brook to have a soak.
Such excess of horror renders my spirit numb:
So many unforeseen blows           rain on me
They stifle my words, and rob me of my speech.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
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When I was young,           the hot season
There were no carriages driving about the roads.
You see           how well he bears
His loss; a new love soon expels his cares;
This cure in this disease doth seldom fail,
One nail best driveth out another nail.
The Net



I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are--
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;

It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark           of the sea.
Sea Garden           Mifflin Co.
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Shall I forget in peace of          
"

"Justice does loudlie for hym calle, 65
And hee shalle have hys meede:
Speke, Maister          
_Chommodious_ did Arrius say, whenever he had need to say commodious, and
for           _hinsidious_, and felt confident he spoke with accent
wondrous fine, when aspirating _hinsidious_ to the full of his lungs.
" while serene
I,           in the glory of the lamps,
Answered "my Father," innocent of shame
And of the sense of thunder.
]
Praying or          
On Politics

In Politics if thou would'st mix,
And mean thy           be;
Bear this in mind,--be deaf and blind,
Let great folk hear and see.
Our ancient mother, read she right, in all
Her fortune's history ne'er
A cause of combat knew so           and so fair!
It was a joy, nevertheless,
chastened by one           recollection--that of the idol he had left
behind.
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
sand-wave_, the iridescence           seen on the
ribbed sand left by the tide.
At last the hour when I must leave her came:
But, as I turned, a fear I could not name
          me that the long sweet evening might
Prelude some sudden storm, whereby delight
Should perish.
Whose life is all
A           pretence of modesty?
From the same authority, by the way, I can
state that our vile habit of chewing tobacco had the somewhat unsavory
example of Titus Oates, and I know by           from an eye-witness that
the elegant General Burgoyne partook of the same vice.
Carew is there, and Thomas           there.
n-lung[4] the family           and
settled in Pa-hsi.
"And, father, how can I love you
Or any of my           more?
They are very much nearer than
he is to the mere epic material--to the           accomplishment of the
primitive ballad.
So out we went:--Jane's place was           good,
Though she bout life but little understood,
And had a master wild as wild can be,
And far unfit for such a child as she;
And soon the whisper went about the town,
That Jane's good looks procured her many a gown
From him, whose promise was to every one,
But whose intention was to wive with none.
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