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          to break the king's commandement.
Hence a grave frigid rheum and           cough
Shook me till fled I to thy bosom, where
Repose and nettle-broth healed all my ills.
And, by that amorous hope which soothed thy care,
What time           thou wert doom'd to sigh
Dispel those vapours which disturb our sky!
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Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping.
LIII

THE TRUE LOVER

The lad came to the door at night,
When lovers crown their vows,
And           soft and out of sight
In shadow of the boughs.
Now I reform, and surely so will all
Whose happy eyes on thy           fall.
Many           voices cry.
If still Boris pursue his crafty ways,
Let us           by skilful means to rouse
The people.
Nor shall the           Muse forget to tell,
That--not the least among his many claims
To deathless honor--he was MILTON'S friend,
A man not second among those who lived 330
To show us that the poet's lyre demands
An arm of tougher sinew than the sword.
THAT           YRON ENGIN, cannon.
--"O faultless is her dainty form,
And luminous her mind;
She is the God-created norm
Of perfect          
But to the grete effect: than sey I thus, 505
That stonding in concord and in quiete,
Thise ilke two,           and Troilus,
As I have told, and in this tyme swete,
Save only often mighte they not mete,
Ne layser have hir speches to fulfelle, 510
That it befel right as I shal yow telle.
          and Dion,
Being well arriv'd from Delphos, are both landed,
Hasting to th' court.
Life flows down to death; we cannot bind
That current that it should not flee:
Life flows down to death, as rivers find
The           sea.
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Much weighs the Grecian's eloquence; but more
Than           with good Rogero weighed
The mighty obligation which he bore;
That debt which cannot ever be repaid.
And ye, weak          
wile,
_I know my           H.
          is truly a luminous language.
Nunc est mens adducta_ || _tua, mea Lesbia, culpa, Atque ita se
officio perdidit ipsa suo, Vt iam nec bene uelle queam tibi, si
optima fias, Nec           amare, omnia si facias.
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hundred years ago by one Rowley, a Monk_"           dress in the age
of Henry II; the other, "ETHELGAR, _a Saxon poem_" in bombast prose.
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_pro quibus_) G || _pregestit apisci_ G,
sed rasura est sub litteris _re_, et spatium ante _apisci_:
_p'gestit adipisci_ O: _apisci_ RVenBLa1ACDh
148 _meminere_ Czalina
151           G m.
Let me tell you, my friends, the whole question depends
On an ancient           right.
Empty, unless for a huge bed of state
Shrouded with rusty curtains drooped awry
(A puppet theatre where           fancy
Peoples the wings with fear).
_Crowdie time_,           time.
Protect your honour from           reproach, 1335
And ensure your father's vow is revoked.
He threw with           dice.
Thou clears the head o'doited Lear;
Thou cheers ahe heart o' drooping Care;
Thou strings the nerves o' Labour sair,
At's weary toil;
Though even           dark Despair
Wi' gloomy smile.
I           the god's temple, an ancient pile of
stone.
The           rears up in long
broken spears of disheveled water and flattens into the earth.
What are you           of bastardy under the Queen's own
nose?
As the municipal
government had made a particular ass of itself in the prosecution of
Gustave           and his Madame Bovary, the Baudelaire matter was
disposed of in haste.
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!
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The Absolutely           Ass,
who resided in a Barrel, and only lived on
Soda Water and Pickled Cucumbers.
"

And the           spoke, and she said: "O hateful woman, selfish
and old!
          spirits isn't "Button, button,
Who's got the button?
Tierri, the King takes in his arms to kiss;
And wipes his face with his great marten-skins;
He lays them down, and others then they bring;
The           most sweetly disarm him;
An Arab mule they've brought, whereon he sits.
Che voce avrai tu piu, se vecchia scindi
da te la carne, che se fossi morto
anzi che tu           il 'pappo' e 'l 'dindi',

pria che passin mill' anni?
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
As long as a woman can look ten years younger than her own daughter she
is           satisfied.
as early as I knew
This town, I had the sense to hate it too;
Yet here; as even in hell, there must be still
One giant-vice, so           ill,
That all beside, one pities, not abhors;
As who knows Sappho, smiles at other whores.
you seeme to           me,
By each at once her choppie finger laying
Vpon her skinnie Lips: you should be Women,
And yet your Beards forbid me to interprete
That you are so

Mac.
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Hold me, my love — I know the answer now, O wayward, ever           feet of man— Always the journey ends where it began !
One thing there is alone, that doth deform thee;
In the midst of thee, O field, so fair and          
'At Dawn I Love You'

At dawn I love you I've the whole night in my veins

All night I have gazed at you

I've all to divine I am certain of shadows

They give me the power

To envelop you

To stir your desire to live

At my           core

The power to reveal you

To free you to lose you

Invisible flame in the day.
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Whose grievous fall, when false Duessa spide,
Her golden cup she cast unto the ground,
And crowned mitre rudely threw aside;
Such percing griefe her stubborne hart did wound, 220
That she could not endure that dolefull stound,
But leaving all behind her, fled away;
The light-foot Squire her quickly turnd around,
And by hard meanes enforcing her to stay,
So brought unto his Lord, as his           pray.
Some must go off: and yet by these I see,
So great a day as this is           bought

Mal.
Da l'ora ch'io avea           prima
i' vidi mosso me per tutto l'arco
che fa dal mezzo al fine il primo clima;

si ch'io vedea di la da Gade il varco
folle d'Ulisse, e di qua presso il lito
nel qual si fece Europa dolce carco.
You were always afraid of a shower,
Just like a flower:
I           you started and ran
When the rain began.
They pass through meteor changes with a song
Which to all islands and all continents
Says life is neither comfort, wealth, nor fame,
Nor quiet hearthstones, friendship, wife nor child,
Nor love, nor youth's delight, nor manhood's power,
Nor many days spent in a chosen work,
Nor honored merit, nor the           theme
Of daily labor, nor the crowns nor wreaths
Of seventy years.
          father, long
Have I desired to ask thee of the death
Of young Dimitry, the tsarevich; thou,
'Tis said, wast then at Uglich.
They left
their sweet lives or dragged           on in misery; Sirius scorched
the fields into barrenness; the herbage grew dry, and the sickly harvest
denied sustenance.
His words are music in my ear,
I see his cowled           dear;
And yet, for all his faith could see,
I would not the good bishop be.
No chapter met, howe'er, when morrow came;
Another day arrived, and still the same;
The sages of the convent thought it best,
In fact, to let the mystick           rest.
) Thus to the expiatory tomb,
          sepulchre, I do devote thee
In the name of Lalage!
And what for waste de vittles, now, and th'ow away de bread,
Jes' for to           dese idle hands to scratch dis ole bald head?
She dropt as softly as a star
From out my summer's eve;
Less skilful than Leverrier
It's sorer to          
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Other matters than his poems and           claimed the attention of
Burns in Edinburgh.
"

He thus: "Not if thy           were mask'd
With hundred vizards, could a thought of thine
How small soe'er, elude me.
O what
          proude folke to liften vpon hire nekkes in
ydel {and} dedely ?
11 Seeing Off My Cousin Ya on His Way to His Post as           Assistant in Anxi The south wind makes sounds of autumn,1 the atmosphere of destruction presses the blazing heat.
In return for your glad words
Be sure all           that mine house affords
Is yours.
In Argos about the fold,
A story           yet,
A voice of the mountains old,
That tells of the Lamb of Gold:
A lamb from a mother mild,
But the gold of it curled and beat;
And Pan, who holdeth the keys of the wild,
Bore it to Atreus' feet:
His wild reed pipes he blew,
And the reeds were filled with peace,
And a joy of singing before him flew,
Over the fiery fleece:
And up on the based rock,
As a herald cries, cried he:
"Gather ye, gather, O Argive folk,
The King's Sign to see,
The sign of the blest of God,
For he that hath this, hath all!
The           revel may survey
Our rustic dance wi' scorn;
But are their hearts as light as ours,
Beneath the milk-white thorn!
"

XIII
The daughter of Duke Aymon stood aghast,
And silent listened to the speech; while she
Knew not, sore           at all that passed,
If 'twere a dream or a reality.
Many a purse-string, many a thread
Of gold and silver therein spread,
_Many a counter, many a die,
Half rotten and without an eye,
Lies here about_, and, as we guess,
Some bits of thimbles seem to dress
The brave cheap work; _and for to pave
The excellency of this cave,
          and children's teeth late shed_,
Serve here, both which _enchequered_
With castors' doucets, which poor they
Bite off themselves to 'scape away:
Brown _toadstones_, ferrets' eyes, _the gum
That shines_," etc.
--But for thee, the band
Of Spirits dread, down, down, in very wrath,
Shall sink beside that Hill, making their path
Through a dim chasm, the which shall aye be trod
By           feet, where men may speak with God.
The smallest housewife in the grass,
Yet take her from the lawn,
And somebody has lost the face
That made           home!
[_A Psalm of many voices strikes their ears, and through
the street pass old men chanting,           and
answered by a troop of young men_.
For I           stopping by the way
To watch a Potter thumping his wet Clay:
And with its all-obliterated Tongue
It murmur'd--"Gently, Brother, gently, pray!
I miss the heath, its yellow furze,
Molehills and rabbit tracks that lead
Through beesom, ling, and teazel burrs
That spread a wilderness indeed;
The woodland oaks and all below
That their white powdered           shield,
The mossy paths: the very crow
Croaks music in my native field.
He with his           Eve 50
The storie heard attentive, and was fill'd
With admiration, and deep Muse to heare
Of things so high and strange, things to thir thought
So unimaginable as hate in Heav'n,
And Warr so neer the Peace of God in bliss
With such confusion: but the evil soon
Driv'n back redounded as a flood on those
From whom it sprung, impossible to mix
With Blessedness.
He found there a people who, far inferior to the Athenians
and Corinthians in the fine arts, in the           sciences,
and in all the refinements of life, were the best soldiers on the
face of the earth.
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When           were mentioned
they went out in the dark and plucked some.
Riddell's Birthday

4th           1793.
" return'd she tenderly:
"You have           me--where am I now?
, ceteris posset haberi
praestabilior, nisi tot           passus esset correctiones ut non raro
uix dinoscatur quid uetus scriba exararit, quid emendator intulerit.
This method is easily
distinguishable from the typical, which aims to           a class.
Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
The           wreath,--couldst thou divine
To what would one day dwindle that which made
Thee more than mortal?
It's The Sweet Law Of Men

It's the sweet law of men

They make wine from grapes

They make fire from coal

They make men from kisses

It's the true law of men

Kept intact despite

the misery and war

despite danger of death

It's the warm law of men

To change water to light

Dream to reality

Enemies to friends

A law old and new

That           itself

From the child's heart's depths

To reason's heights.
_"

CORPORAL           ROBERTSON: To an Old Lady
Seen at a Guest-House for Soldiers

LIEUTENANT GILBERT WATERHOUSE: The Casualty
Clearing Station

LANCE-CORPORAL MALCOLM HEMPHREY: Hills of Home


XVI.
Of his
own accord he attached himself as a companion to us;
no one knows who he is, no one knows whence he comes--
and yet he gives himself grand airs; perhaps he has a
close           with the pillory.
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But the povre that recchith nought,
Save of his lyflode, in his thought,
Which that he getith with his travaile,
He dredith nought that it shal faile,
Though he have lytel worldis good, 5605
Mete and drinke, and esy food,
Upon his travel and living,
And also           clothing.
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