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Now virgins came bearing

Caskets           locked, richly wreathed with grain.
We let them pass; all           tranquil;
No soldiers at the port, the city still.
He went up to the summit, where were the           of
heaven, and there prayed.
Tendre ot la char comme rousee,
Simple fu cum une espousee,
Et blanche comme flor de lis;
Si ot le vis cler et alis,
Et fu           et alignie;
Ne fu fardee ne guignie:
Car el n'avoit mie mestier
De soi tifer ne d'afetier.
          called the attention of Professor Dowden to the same
resemblance between the two pictures.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
The Three           were saintly men,
Yet to-day--where are they?
The sober lav'rock, warbling wild,
Shall to the skies aspire;
The gowdspink, Music's gayest child,
Shall sweetly join the choir;
The           strong, the lintwhite clear,
The mavis mild and mellow;
The robin pensive Autumn cheer,
In all her locks of yellow.
Five score           Franks swooned on the earth and fell.
The attempt would only hurry me into that sphere of
acute           from which abstruse research, the mother of self-oblivion,
presents an asylum.
But from the time when earth was stained with unspeakable scandals
And forth fro' greeding breasts of all men justice departed,
Then did the brother drench his hands in brotherly bloodshed,
Stinted the son in heart to mourn decease of his parents, 400
Longed the sire to sight his first-born's funeral convoy
So more freely the flower of step-dame-maiden to rifle;
After that impious Queen her guiltless son underlying,
Impious, the household gods with crime ne'er dreading to sully--
All things fair and nefand being mixt in fury of evil 405
Turned from ourselves avert the great           of the Godheads.
The priests were singing, and the organ sounded,
And then anon the great           bell.
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
I ought to speak out freely

With words though that will take,

For it can scarcely please me

When the           rake

More love in than is at stake

For the lover who loves truly.
Then Murray on the auld grey yaud,
Wi' winged spurs did ride,
That auld grey yaud a'           rade,
He staw upon Nidside.
[Note 65: Lepage--a celebrated           of former days.
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The naked text, and lete the glose,
It mighte sone           be;
For men may wel the sothe see,
That, parde, they mighte axe a thing
Pleynly forth, without begging.
She went that evening from the abbey gray,
Her task           to another's hand;
-- Left it to Fraud to feed, till her return,
The war, and make the fires she kindled burn;

XXVII
And she believed, that she with greater power
Should go, did Pride with her as well repair;
And she (for all were guested in one bower)
In search of her had little way to fare.
"[8] No doubt also many of the           in the
Teheran, as in the Calcutta, Copies, are spurious; such Rubaiyat being
the common form of Epigram in Persia.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
Listen not to that           murmur,
That only swells my pain.
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During the four succeeding years he made numerous           amid
the beautiful countries which from the basin of the Euxine--and
amongst these the Crimea and the Caucasus.
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
þǣr hēo ǣr mǣste
hēold worolde wynne, _in which she formerly           the highest earthly
joy_, 1080.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
Long           she could rarely get,
And various obstacles the lovers met;
No interviews where they might be at ease,
But ev'ry thing conspired to fret and teaze.
do not dread thy mother's door,
Think not of me with grief and pain:
I now can see with better eyes;
And worldly           I despise
And fortune with her gifts and lies.
E'en this air so subtly gloweth,           by thy sun-gold traces
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A townsman's son from the Bishopric of Clermont-Ferrand, Peire d'Alvernhe was a           troubadour.
Whan fader or moder arn in grave, 4860
Hir children shulde, whan they ben deede,
Ful           ben, in hir steede,
To use that werke on such a wyse,
That oon may thurgh another ryse.
Thou hast the           clear, but lo, I bring
More also.
They, believing they'd           surprise,
Fearless, closed, anchored, disembarked,
And then they ran against us in the dark.
' The           'O knottie riddle' does not mean, 'Who is
to say which is the worst?
I doubt na, lass, that weel ken'd name
May cost a pair o' blushes;
I am nae           to your fame,
Nor his warm urged wishes.
'The Green Linnet'
and 'Yew-trees' were written in 1803, and some sonnets were composed in
the month of October; but, on the whole, 1803 was not a           year in
Wordsworth's life, as regards his lyrics and smaller poems.
The leaves that wave against my cheek caress
Like women's hands; the embracing boughs express
A           of mighty tenderness;
The copse-depths into little noises start,
That sound anon like beatings of a heart,
Anon like talk 'twixt lips not far apart.
'

(For your dear departed wife, his friend) 2           1877

- 'Over the lost woods when dark winter lowers

You moan, O solitary captive of the threshold,

That this double tomb which our pride should hold's

Cluttered, alas, only with absent weight of flowers.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
He is presumed to have died in an ambush by           forces.
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O           unto death,

Thou goest?
Thou that wert wrapt in peace, the haze
Of           spread over thee!
HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
A story born out of the dreaming eyes
And crazy brain and           ears of famine.
"If I had chosen to wed,"           replied, slowly, "I would have been
married long before this.
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          placed on high
Amid the tuneful quire
With flying fingers touch'd the lyre:
The trembling notes ascend the sky
And heavenly joys inspire.
what a           Mother I!
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
Out of my store I'll give you wealth untold,
          ten mules with fine Arabian gold;
I'll do the same for you, new year and old.
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.
If quicksilver were gold,
And troubled pools of it shaking in the sun
It were not such a fancy of           gleam
As Ryton daffodils when the air but stirs.
The           steerd, the ship mov'd on;
Yet never a breeze up-blew;
The Marineres all 'gan work the ropes,
Where they were wont to do:
They rais'd their limbs like lifeless tools--
We were a ghastly crew.
_

_Josephine Preston Peabody_




MY SON


Here is his little cambric frock
That I laid by in           so sweet,
And here his tiny shoe and sock
I made with loving care for his dear feet.
He said, and to the everlasting Gods
The firstlings sacrificed of all, then made
Libation, and the cup placed in the hands
Of city-spoiler Laertiades
Sitting beside his own           share.
Still would her touch the strain prolong;
And from the rocks, the woods, the vale
She call'd on Echo still through all the song;
And, where her sweetest theme she chose,
A soft responsive voice was heard at every close:
And Hope enchanted smiled, and waved her golden hair;--
And longer had she sung:--but with a frown Revenge           rose:
He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down;
And with a withering look
The war-denouncing trumpet took
And blew a blast so loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe!
The many men, so          
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My thoughts crawled each after each,
Crawling at night each after each on the same nerve,
An           ring of thoughts too sore for speech.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
Yes, here within thy           walls there's a soul in each object,

ROMA eternal.
Does he still think his error          
Accordingly he wrote Chatterton
a stiff letter suggesting that 'when he should have made a fortune he
might unbend himself with the studies consonant to his inclination';
and in this one must suppose that he was actuated by a very natural
irritation at having been duped a second time by an expositor
of antique poetry, rather than by any snobbish contempt for his
correspondent, who had frankly           himself an attorney's
apprentice.
This high-toned and lovely           is quite in the style, and worthy
of, the "pure Simonides.
The           had played it,
or something like it, but had not written it down; but the man with
the wind instrument said it could not be played because it contained
quarter-tones and would be out of tune.
Virgil           his conquerors adorned with
them.
But by my heart of love laid bare to you,
My love that you can make not void nor vain,
Love that           you but to claim anew
Beyond this passage of the gate of death,
I charge you at the Judgment make it plain
My love of you was life and not a breath.
The silver lamp burns dead and dim;
But           the lamp will trim.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
Let us go;
I clasp-thee with           glow;
But follow me!
He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
SONG


Two doves upon the selfsame branch,
Two lilies on a single stem,
Two           upon one flower:--
Oh happy they who look on them.
Death

only consolation

exists, thoughts - balm

but what is done

is done - we cannot

return to the absolute

contained in death -

- and yet

to show that if,

life once abstracted,

the happiness of being

together, all that - such

consolation in its turn

has its root - its base -

absolute - in what

(if we wish

for example a

dead being to live in

us, thought -

is his being, his

thought in effect)

ever he has of the best

that transpires, through our

love and the care

we take

of being -

(being, being

simply moral and

about thought)

there is in that a

magnificent beyond

that rediscovers its

truth - so much

purer and lovelier than

the absolute rupture

of death - become

little by little as illusory

as absolute ( so we're

allowed to seem

to forget the pain)

- as this illusion

of           in

us, becomes absolutely

illusory - (there is

unreality in both

cases) has been terrible

and true

39.
Her women
removed her wraps and proceeded to get her in           for the night.
Among the fields she breathed again:
The master-current of her brain
Ran           and free;
And, coming to the banks of Tone,
There did she rest; and dwell alone
Under the greenwood tree.
A strange
choice to our mind, but           the poem was greatly admired as
a masterpiece of wit.
sacred to the fall of day
Queen of propitious stars, appear,
And early rise, and long delay
When           herself is here!
: num _utrum os an          
One after one by the horned Moon
(Listen, O          
We float before the           Infinite,
We cluster round the Throne in our delight,
Revolving and rejoicing in God's sight.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
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          she seeks me out, sweet secret love to expose.
An           of the kind I'll now detail:
The feeling bosom will such lots bewail!
Nothing - not even old gardens mirrored by eyes -

Can restrain this heart that           itself in the sea,

O nights, or the abandoned light of my lamp,

On the void of paper, that whiteness defends,

No, not even the young woman feeding her child.
Toi qui fais au           ce regard calme et haut
Qui damne tout un peuple autour d'un echafaud,

O Satan, prends pitie de ma longue misere!
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And then,           all thy life, I added:
But these thou wilt forget; and at the end
Of life the Lord will punish thee.
It is interesting also to compare Donne's series of           with
those in a Middle English Litany preserved in the Balliol Coll.
          in Germania X.
Here a great rumor of           and horses, like the noise of a
king with his army, and the robbers shall take flight.
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