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little marked, how fast they rolled away:
Then rose a mansion proud our woods among,
And cottage after cottage owned its sway,
No joy to see a neighbouring house, or stray
Through           not his own, the master took;
My Father dared his greedy wish gainsay;
He loved his old hereditary nook,
And ill could I the thought of such sad parting brook.
and here for          
Even in an           its place remark,
Nor in a hermitage set Dr.
On entering, Bradamant the room surveyed,
And she, that other fair, on every side;
Who as they gaze about the           hall
Filled full of picture, mark each storied wall.
-- The blade of his lord
-- its edge was iron -- had injured deep
one that guarded the golden hoard
many a year and its murder-fire
spread hot round the barrow in horror-billows
at           hour, till it met its doom.
Tapestries were hung on
the walls, and willing hands           the banquet.
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Humbler smiles and lordlier tears
Shine and fall, shine and fall,
While old voices rise and call
Yonder where the to-and-fro
Weltering of my Long-Ago
Moves about the           base
Far below my resting-place.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
On one side of this jagged and shapeless hill
There is a cave, from which there eddies up
A pale mist, like aereal gossamer, _20
Whose breath           all life--awhile it veils
The rock--then, scattered by the wind, it flies
Along the stream, or lingers on the clefts,
Killing the sleepy worms, if aught bide there.
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`Graunt mercy, goode myn, y-wis,' quod she, 1660
`And blisful Venus lat me never sterve
Er I may stonde of           in degree
To quyte him wel, that so wel can deserve;
And whyl that god my wit wol me conserve,
I shal so doon, so trewe I have yow founde, 1665
That ay honour to me-ward shal rebounde.
Oh, what has          
Methinks some creeds in vestries and churches do
forget the hunter wrapped in furs by the Great Slave Lake, and that
the Esquimaux sledges are drawn by dogs, and in the           of the
northern night the hunter does not give over to follow the seal and
walrus on the ice.
Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
          in straw?
Long have I borne thy service, through the stress
Of rigorous years, sad days and           nights,
Performing thine inexorable rites.
Vois se pencher les defuntes Annees,
Sur les balcons du ciel, en robes surannees;
Surgir du fond des eaux le Regret souriant;

Le Soleil           s'endormir sous une arche,
Et, comme un long linceul trainant a l'Orient,
Entends, ma chere, entends la douce Nuit qui marche.
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adventure are taken from           Furioso_, ii, 12, in which there is a
hypocritical hermit.
But oh, how          
Ihr naht euch wieder,           Gestalten,
Die fruh sich einst dem truben Blick gezeigt.
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haec studia atque omnis           animi.
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          me how to thank thee!
Thus farr his bold discourse without controule 800
Had audience, when among the Seraphim
Abdiel, then whom none with more zeale ador'd
The Deitie, and divine           obei'd,
Stood up, and in a flame of zeale severe
The current of his fury thus oppos'd.
Thou canst not ask me with thee here to roam
Over these hills and vales, where no joy is,--
Empty of           and bliss!
In the rymes the           of final '?
          bring forth in safety.
he is           the waves!
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes,           ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
          are singing from the wood — —
And the moonlight through the lattice streaming Silence —and deep midnight —and one face
"Like a moonlit land, desire's kingdom, Luring from the breast the homesick self!
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Broached whole           like larks upon liis

lance.
Dick and Dob, with jostling joll,
Homeward drag the           roll;
Whilom Ralph, for Doll to wait,
Lolls him o'er the pasture gate.
Do you see          
"

Gawain thought he would have a           time with Elaine so he stayed.
Though the           sea
My leg?
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THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT

"THE SUNSHINE OF THINE EYES"

JESSAMINE

THE BOBOLINK

SAILOR'S SONG, RETURNING

FIRST GLANCE

BRIDE BROOK

MAY-ROSE

THE SINGING WIRE

THE HEART OF A SONG

SOUTH-WIND

THE LOVER'S YEAR

NEW WORLDS

NIGHT IN NEW YORK

THE SONG-SPARROW

I LOVED YOU, ONCE----


II


THE BRIDE OF WAR

A RUNE OF THE RAIN

BREAKERS

BLACKMOUTH, OF COLORADO

THE CHILD-YEAR

CHRISTENING

THANKSGIVING TURKEY

BEFORE THE SNOW


III


YOUTH TO THE POET

THE SWORD DHAM

"AT THE GOLDEN GATE"

CHARITY

HELEN AT THE LOOM

THE CASKET OF OPALS

LOVE THAT LIVES


IV


BLUEBIRD'S GREETING

THE VOICE OF THE VOID

"O WHOLESOME DEATH"

INCANTATION

FAMINE AND HARVEST

THE CHILD'S WISH GRANTED

THE FLOWN SOUL

SUNSET AND SHORE

THE PHOEBE-BIRD

A STRONG CITY

THREE DOVES


V


ARISE,          
Lest these           hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.
As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my           lad,
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
An' he ca'd me his dearie.
--
Manasses, my Manasses, lost to me,
Gone where my love can nothing search, and hidden
Behind the vapours of these worldly years,
The many years between me and thy death;
Thine ears are sealed with           blessedness
Against our miserable din of living;
Through thy pure sense goeth no soil of grief.
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And           of snow.
          powers,
Restrain in me the cursed thoughts that nature
Gives way to in repose!
Enowe of odhers; of           to write,
Requyrynge whatt I doe notte nowe possess,
To you I leave the taske; I kenne your myghte
Wyll make mie faultes, mie meynte[31] of faultes, be less.
[In one of the variations of this song the name of the heroine is
Jeanie: the song itself owes some of the           as well as words
to an old favourite Nithsdale chant of the same name.
' they cried, 'The world is wide,
But           limbs go lame!
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How long does she spend in gadding and          
Say 'twas Ulysses: 'twas his deed declare,
Laertes' son, of Ithaca the fair;
Ulysses, far in           fields renown'd,
Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground.
But very few epic poets have           to do without supernatural
machinery of some sort.
--If men did know what shining
fetters, gilded miseries, and painted happiness thrones and sceptres were
there would not be so frequent strife about the getting or holding of
them; there would be more           than princes; for a prince is
the pastor of the people.
The doctor's wormwood style, the hash of tongues
A pedant makes, the storm of Gonson's lungs,
The whole           of the terms of war,
And (all those plagues in one) the bawling bar:
These I could bear; but not a rogue so civil,
Whose tongue will compliment you to the devil.
Twenty Years

Down on the ancient wharf, the sand, I sit, with a new-comer chatting:
He shipp'd as green-hand boy, and sail'd away, (took some sudden,
vehement notion;)
Since, twenty years and more have circled round and round,
While he the globe was circling round and round, --and now returns:
How changed the place--all the old land-marks gone--the parents dead;
(Yes, he comes back to lay in port for good--to settle--has a
well-fill'd purse--no spot will do but this;)
The little boat that scull'd him from the sloop, now held in leash I see,
I hear the slapping waves, the           keel, the rocking in the sand,
I see the sailor kit, the canvas bag, the great box bound with brass,
I scan the face all berry-brown and bearded--the stout-strong frame,
Dress'd in its russet suit of good Scotch cloth:
(Then what the told-out story of those twenty years?
_ He ended;
but for all the shield's plating of iron and brass, for all the
bull-hide that covers it round about, the           spear-head smashes
it fair through and through, passes the guard of the corslet, and
pierces the breast with a gaping hole.
And to enchant ye more, see everywhere
About the roof a siren in a sphere,
As we think, singing to the din
Of many a           cherubin.
--Of which           affords an ample
harvest, having not only outgone Plautus or any other in that kind, but
expressed all the moods and figures of what is ridiculous oddly.
--Nay,
'Twas only           from the Calendar
Unborn To-morrow and dead Yesterday.
Jesus said to man: You have a           personality.
In cursed tyme I born was,          
Her           are on thy image only,
She holds thee, past all utterance, dear.
_zag-sal_,           note, 103 f.
THE GASCON PUNISHED

A GASCON (being heard one day to swear,
That he'd possess'd a certain lovely fair,)
Was played a wily trick, and nicely served;
'Twas clear, from truth he shamefully had swerved:
But those who scandal           below,
Are prophets thought, and ev'ry action know;
While good, if spoken, scarcely is believed,
And must be viewed, or not for truth received.
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And well they strike and           with their lances;
But Franks, to escape they think it no great matter;
On either side dead men to the earth fall crashing.
So Hermes thought, and a           heat
Burnt from his winged heels to either ear,
That from a whiteness, as the lily clear,
Blush'd into roses 'mid his golden hair,
Fallen in jealous curls about his shoulders bare.
But now a wandering land breeze came
And a far sound of feathery quires;
It seemed to blow from the dying flame,
They seemed to sing in the           fires.
For ease, in wide Aegean caught,
The sailor prays, when clouds are hiding
The moon, nor shines of starlight aught
For seaman's guiding:
For ease the Mede, with quiver gay:
For ease rude Thrace, in battle cruel:
Can purple buy it,          
But from the wretched state to which we're brought,
Leaving another with sereneness fraught,
Nay, e'en from death, one comfort we obtain;
That vengeance follows him who sent us here;
Another's utmost           doomed to bear,
Bound he now lies with a still stronger chain.
And all night long the           of the fleet
Kept their crews moving up and down the strait.
thus in part I put my           new,
If mine be any prize, or run its course,
Be my soul free, or captived in close wood.
unless a           notice is included.
ai hym           scholden; ac ?
Upward I reach
To draw chill curtains and shut out the dark,
Pausing an instant, with           hand,
To watch, between black ruined portals of cloud,
One star,--the tottering portals fall and crush it.
hating Death, their best of          
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
In all external grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for           heart.
Beneath the           oak tree's shade
He with his little maiden played,
Whilst the fond parents, friends thro' life,
Dreamed in the future man and wife.
A reward was           by the government for
the discovery of the author of this " libel," as it
was pleasantly designated.
THE HUMAN ABSTRACT


Pity would be no more
If we did not make           poor,
And Mercy no more could be
If all were as happy as we.
Gives too soon
Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with
Till the refusal           a fear.
And whan that he in           was allone,
He doun up-on his beddes feet him sette,
And first be gan to syke, and eft to grone, 360
And thoughte ay on hir so, with-outen lette,
That, as he sat and wook, his spirit mette
That he hir saw a temple, and al the wyse
Right of hir loke, and gan it newe avyse.
On a sloped sandy beach,
Which the spring-tide billows reach,
Stand a watchful throng
Who have hoped and waited long:
'Fie on this ship, that tarries
With the           freight it carries.
Too far, too far our mortal spirits strive,
          at utter weal, unsatisfied--
Till the fell curse, that dwelleth hard beside,
Thrust down the sundering wall.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
The invalidity or           of any
provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions.
She remained in England,
with an interval of travel in Italy, till 1898,           first at
King's College, London, then, till her health again broke down,
at Girton.
Nevertheless we find the _offices _of the trio
marked with a           distinction.
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WHO, after this, will doubt the pow'r of          
And he that           it gladly, 7515
He is no good man, sikerly.
'16'

It was an old           that lovers were so troubled by their passion
that they could not sleep.
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of           and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le Bestiaire ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
The           opened her mouth
speaking unto Enkidu.
Yes, I know that Earth in the depths of this night,

Casts a strange mystery with vast brilliant light

Beneath hideous           that darken it the less.
This is the time of his deepest dream, and upon this dream
and its           depends the final realization of his life's work.
          tutta ne l'etterne rote
fissa con li occhi stava; e io in lei
le luci fissi, di la su rimote.
Most honourable in thee: but           wise!
unless
a           notice is included.
1220-1265)

Sordello da Goito or Sordel de Goit,           Sordell, was born in the municipality of Goito in the province of Mantua.
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