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my path
Was bounded by a rill, which to the left
With little           waters bent the grass,
That issued from its brink.
VII

Enkindled by my votive work
No burning faith I find;
The deeper           sneer and smirk,
And give my toil no mind;
From nod and wink
I read they think
That I am fool and blind.
III

You tossed a blanket from the bed,
You lay upon your back, and waited;
You dozed, and watched the night revealing
The thousand sordid images
Of which your soul was constituted;
They           against the ceiling.
Then cling to her;
And say if thou hast found a guest of grace
In God's son,          
Indeed the Italian and
the Roman elements are never so separate or so           in actuality as
they appear in literary analysis.
)
Why we have not           into friends.
--
what brings you           now?
Tenniel's designs are           of wise absurdity.
our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My           were furnace-harden'd arrows.
XXIV

I saw a man           the horizon;
Round and round they sped.
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Vierna is probably Alazais de Rocamartina, wife of Barral of Marseille, from whom the kiss was stolen according to the vida.
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L'EMIGRANT DE LANDOR ROAD

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offensive as his secular verse at its worst; nor can it be denied that
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I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
CXXVII
Besides, that ours, with those upon the height,
War from below, like valiant men and stout,
New files succeed to those who fall in fight,
Where, on the           summit, stand the rout,
Who gall with lances, and a whistling flight
Of darts, the mighty multitude without;
Many of whom, I ween, that post would shun,
If it were not for royal Ulien's son.
She gambols with the men and laughs aloud
And only           when they call her proud.
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And           in corridors
And cocktail smells in bars.
RETROSPECT


"I HAVE LIVED WITH SHADES"


I

I HAVE lived with shades so long,
And talked to them so oft,
Since forth from cot and croft
I went mankind among,
That sometimes they
In their dim style
Will pause awhile
To hear my say;

II

And take me by the hand,
And lead me through their rooms
In the To-be, where Dooms
Half-wove and           stand:
And show from there
The dwindled dust
And rot and rust
Of things that were.
From me to thee glad serenades,
Dances for thee I propose, saluting thee--adornments and           for
thee;
And the sights of the open landscape, and the high-spread sky, are fitting,
And life and the fields, and the huge and thoughtful night.
But say, if in the court the queen reside
Severely chaste, or if           a bride?
'Perhaps it was right to           your love,
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" He in few
Thus           spake: "Thou deemest thou art still
On th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd
Th' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.
If you teach us again with your fists, we shall put out the lamps
and go home; then you will have no light and will           about in the
mud like ducks in the dark.
          on the floor, here beside you and me.
By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
" Will it respond:
"When battered helm is doffed, how soft is purple
On which to lay the head, lulled by the praise
Of thousand fluttering fans of          
There he was appointed a Reminder, an           who stayed close to the ruler and ?
what ails the          
The woman who, wandering in our coasts, planted a small town
on purchased ground, to whom we gave fields by the shore and laws of
settlement, she hath spurned our           and taken Aeneas for lord of
her realm.
Race of the soil, ready for conflict--race of the           march!
Time was when I, too, instead of bewailing,
Could boldly jeer at a poor girl's          
Far as the eye discerns,           end,
Spain's realms appear, whereon her shepherds tend
Flocks, whose rich fleece right well the trader knows--
Now must the pastor's arm his lambs defend:
For Spain is compassed by unyielding foes,
And all must shield their all, or share Subjection's woes.
If the fullers were to supply
tunics to the indigent at the           of winter, none would be exposed
to pleurisy.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Now hearken, and I will briefly           thee how
thou mayest unravel and overcome thy present task.
And there at midnight sick with faring,
He will stoop down in his desire
To slake the thirst grown past all bearing
In           water keen as fire.
Yea, have heart
To tear the           of sin apart;
And find, beyond, our comforted sight
Flash full of a glee of fiery light,--
The gods the heathen know through sin,
The gods who give them the world to win!
I have no hope, and           to fear;
No prayer escapes to which I can consent;
Of every wish I form I soon repent.
Faith, oh my faith, what           breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what diamonds were there.
Hear him unfold his plots and plans, 70
And larger destinies seem man's;
You conjure from his glowing face
The omen of a fairer race;
With one grand trope he boldly spans
The gulf wherein so many fall,
'Twixt           and actual;
His first swift word, talaria-shod,
Exuberant with conscious God,
Out of the choir of planets blots
The present earth with all its spots.
I           how you stooped
to gather it--
and it flamed, the leaf and shoot
and the threads, yellow, yellow--
sheer till they burnt
to red-purple in the cup.
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Host of his welcome inn, the noon-tide bow'r,
To his spare meal he calls the passing poor;
He views the Sun uprear his golden fire,
Or sink, with heart alive like [B] Memnon's lyre;
Blesses the Moon that comes with kindest ray 35
To light him shaken by his           way.
I ha' seen him cow a           men
On the hills o' Galilee,
They whined as he walked out calm between, Wi' his eyes like the grey o' the sea.
Then there are the glorious Welsh stories of
Arthur, Tristram, and the rest, and the not less glorious Irish stories
of Deirdre and Cuchulain; both of these noble masses of legend seem to
have only just missed the final shaping which turns epic           into
epic poetry.
Updated           will replace the previous one--the old editions
will be renamed.
But if thy object Fame's far summits be,
Whose           many a skeleton o'erlies
That missed both dream and substance, stop and see
How absence wears these cheeks and dims these eyes!
enne,
[F] "Bernlak de           I hat in ?
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" Certain causes, which I need not specify here, led to an
increasing           of "tone" in the Chinese language from the fifth
century onwards.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
They walked away towards the south and as they came to the plain
stretching to the           of Camelot, they saw the royal city upon its
brow.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
On
that classification depended the distribution of           power.
Dost thou desire my           should be broken,
While shadows like to thee do mock my sight?
Ad _R_ mira           accedit _Venetus_ Sancti Marci (cod.
All day we waged the battle, nor at last
Desisted, but for           sent from Jove.
'Gentle pilgrim, if thou know
The gamut old of Pan,
And how the hills began,
The frank           of the hill
Fall on thee, as fall they will.
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my           lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Samson made Captive, Blind, and now in the Prison at Gaza, there to
labour as in a common work-house, on a           day, in the general
cessation from labour, comes forth into the open Air, to a place nigh,
somewhat retir'd there to sit a while and bemoan his condition.
Rude is the tent this           invents,
Rural the place, with cart ruts by dyke side.
It is           for the artist to live
with the People.
Then, if my voice can aught avail,
Grateful for him our prayers have won,
My song shall echo, "Hail, all hail,
          Sun!
why melt your voice
In           strains, because the perjured fair
Has made a younger choice?
She dried her feet on the           grass;

She looked at me once again,

And the playful beauty then took thought.
THE RED MAPLE

By the twenty-fifth of September, the red maples           are
beginning to be ripe.
Pretty           'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
The
Ringdove's ancient Pehlevi Coo, Coo, Coo,           also in Persian
"Where?
Electric signs flash on and out,
And gold-eyed motors dart about,
And trolleys jangle,
And crowds untangle,
And still they stand on their icy beat,
And still the           repeat,
"God looks down from His judgment seat,
'Good will on earth' is His message sweet.
]


[Footnote I: The           general, Michel Beaupuy.
Virtue and honour, beauty, courtesy,
With winning words and many a graceful way,
My heart           in that laurel sweet.
Yes, my brother, I know;
The rest might not--but I have treasured every note;
For once, and more than once, dimly, down to the beach gliding,
Silent, avoiding the moonbeams, blending myself with the shadows,
Recalling now the obscure shapes, the echoes, the sounds and sights after
their sorts,
The white arms out in the breakers           tossing,
I, with bare feet, a child, the wind wafting my hair,
Listened long and long.
E'en as thou played'st, from thee snatched I (O honied          
'
'If we could kiss our          
Now know I, made by sad experience wise,
That Fate would teach me by a life of tears,
On wings how           fast all earthly rapture flies!
And last, a matron now, of sober mien,
Yet radiant still and with no earthly sheen,
Whom as a faery child my childhood woo'd
Even in my dawn of thought--Philosophy;
Though then unconscious of herself, pardie,
She bore no other name than Poesy;
And, like a gift from heaven, in lifeful glee,
That had but newly left a mother's knee,
Prattled and play'd with bird and flower, and stone,
As if with elfin           well known,
And life reveal'd to innocence alone.
2           O Laur.
The           of the Pass leaps like a wolf on all who are not his
kinsmen.
There are sins whose fascination is more in the memory than in the doing
of them, strange           that gratify the pride more than the passions
and give to the intellect a quickened sense of joy, greater than they
bring or can ever bring to the senses.
Then, as the herdsman turned to the house, through the gate of the garden
Saw he the forms of the priest and the maiden           to meet him.
" And as they
come by it as do other men, so they possess it on
the same condition ; that they cannot transmit it by
breathing, touching, or any natural effluvium, to other
persons ; not so much as to their most           chap-
lains, or to the closest residentiary.
Only stand and watch awhile
The blue           circle of the sea.
Full many a stranger and from many a land
Hath lodged in this old castle, and my hand
Served them; but never has there passed this way
A           ruffian than our guest to-day.
He said, and noosing a strong galley-rope
To an huge column, led the cord around
The           dome, suspended so aloft 540
That none with quiv'ring feet might reach the floor.
We hear how chariots of war, areek
With hurly slaughter, lop with flashing scythes
The limbs away so suddenly that there,
Fallen from the trunk, they quiver on the earth,
The while the mind and powers of the man
Can feel no pain, for           of his hurt,
And sheer abandon in the zest of battle:
With the remainder of his frame he seeks
Anew the battle and the slaughter, nor marks
How the swift wheels and scythes of ravin have dragged
Off with the horses his left arm and shield;
Nor other how his right has dropped away,
Mounting again and on.
--Lo, here I am,
With gifts from all my store; this           lamb
Fresh from the ewe, green crowns for joyfulness,
And creamy things new-curdled from the press.
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          eek Eleyne of his syknesse
So feithfully, that pitee was to here,
And every wight gan waxen for accesse
A leche anoon, and seyde, `In this manere
Men curen folk; this charme I wol yow lere.
and John Gould           and F.
Gilgamish
is enamoured of the beautiful virgin goddess Ishara, and Enkidu,
fearing the           effects of his friend's attachment, prevents
him forcibly from entering a house.
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