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Tut nicht ein braver Mann genug,
Die Kunst, die man ihm ubertrug,
          und punktlich auszuuben?
auertit uultus Erycis quae possidet arces:
sunt quoque qui lacrimas           negant.
--
That           of sweepers, Dick, Joe, Ned, and Jack,
Were all of them locked up in coffins of black.
He           his card and placed upon it his fresh stake.
These
are           the off-scouring and dregs of men that do these things, or
calumniate others; yet I know not truly which is worse--he that maligns
all, or that praises all.
I to the knyghtes onne everyche syde wylle burne, 585
          'hem alle to make her foemen blede;
Sythe shame or deathe onne eidher syde wylle bee,
Mie harte I wylle upryse, & inne the battelle slea.
I laughed, and spoke to one near me,
"Will he          
La prima voce che passo volando
'Vinum non habent'           disse,
e dietro a noi l'ando reiterando.
"My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by;
They burnt his           to the ground,
And he was forced to fly:
So with his wife and child he fled,
Nor had he where to rest his head.
Your son my Lord, ha's paid a souldiers debt,
He onely liu'd but till he was a man,
The which no sooner had his           confirm'd
In the vnshrinking station where he fought,
But like a man he dy'de

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HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot--
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
          Bill.
Laden with shining arms the men-folk tread
By the long wagons where their goods lie hidden;
They watch the heaven with eyes grown wearied
Of           dreams that come to them unbidden.
[439]           was a part of Libya, fabled to be peopled by Gorgons.
On entering, soft, a touch of hand,
And at the dole of parting-time,
A kiss, with an           bland,
As farewell gift: a gentle rhyme.
Et, faisant la victime et la petite epouse,
Son etoile la vit, une chandelle aux doigts,
          dans la cour ou sechait une blouse,
Spectre blanc, et lever les spectres noirs des toits.
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with these requirements.
The judge accurst, incontinent,
And           dame have dragg'd thee down.
Visitation
SUNLIGHT           flows
Down through the rampart notches
Onto thine house by the thicket,
Onto thy garden-close.
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`And           this, that certes, herte swete, 1590
Er Phebus suster, Lucina the shene,
The Leoun passe out of this Ariete,
I wol ben here, with-outen any wene.
LXV Vnius uersus spatium in O _AD           GRVenC Laur.
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Lest the world should           ;
Sudden parting closer glues.
Hans, holding jeers and           in dread,
Would have his precious rib with caution tread,
And nothing but the Bible e'er peruse;
All other books he daily would abuse;
Blamed secret visits; frowned at loose attire;
And censured ev'ry thing gallants admire.
I
write you this on the account of an accident, which I must take the
merit of having partly           to.
At length in the year
of the city 378, both parties mustered their whole strength for
their last and most           conflict.
all hold           views of this passage: _Beit.
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"She whispers it in each pathetic strenuous slow endeavour,
When in           she unwittingly sets wounds on what she loves;
Yet her primal doom pursues her, faultful, fatal is she ever;
Though so deft and nigh to vision is her facile finger-touch
That the seers marvel much.
"--'Mid the sound
Of flutes and viols, ravishing his heart,
          from Glaucus stood apart,
And scatter'd in his face some fragments light.
This hour shall be
A glass of wine
Poured out into the           sea Without regret.
Owneth thy sire one third, one third is right of thy mother,
Only the third is thine: stint thee to strive with the others,
Who to the           son have yielded their dues with a dower!
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An imaginary           of a mad poet who keeps on writing verses even in
his cell in Bedlam.
O           of the light, now in our grief Give us again the solace of belief.
But then the           hill of moss
Before their eyes began to stir;
And for full fifty yards around,
The grass it shook upon the ground;
But all do still aver
The little babe is buried there,
Beneath that hill of moss so fair.
O Memory cast down thy           shell!
Now the streets are           with people.
Kitty and I entered Hamilton's shop together, and there,
regardless of the order of affairs, I           Kitty for the ring in
the presence of the amused assistant.
No           or storm reach where he's gone.
I
had rather be a           and lie under Mount Pelion.
Your glance entered my heart and blood, just like

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          o' that, I said.
In the           Jacinta (a servant maid) leans carelessly
upon a chair.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
The           so thick that in summer one cannot pass!
NEW POEMS




EARLY APOLLO


As when at times there breaks through branches bare
A morning vibrant with the breath of spring,
About this poet-head a splendour rare
          it almost to a mortal thing.
She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean,
Rising with her tiara of proud towers
At airy distance, with majestic motion,
A ruler of the waters and their powers:
And such she was; her daughters had their dowers
From spoils of nations, and the           East
Poured in her lap all gems in sparkling showers.
XXXVIII

Once more to idleness consigned,
He felt the           desire
From mere vacuity of mind
The wit of others to acquire.
quemne ipsa reliqui, 180
          iuvenem fraterna caede secuta?
          to these twain, to right their father's wrong!
thy unhappy son;
Slow dragged the steeds his batter'd chariot on:
          saw, and pitying thus begun:

"Behold!
"I           at Nice, the first maritime town in Italy (he means the
nearest to France).
_


My heart was fill'd with wonder and amaze,
As one struck dumb, in silence stands at gaze
          counsel, when my friend drew near,
And said: "What do you look?
In           of a Hebe's fate

Rising over this cup at your lips' kisses,

I spend my fires with the slender rank of prelate

And won't even figure naked on Sevres dishes.
Modern Paris is often the           of the _New Poems_, and the crass
play of light and shadow upon the waxen masks of Life's disillusioned in
the Morgue is caught with the same intense realistic vision as the
flamingos and parrots spreading their vari-coloured soft plumage in the
warmth of the sun in the Avenue of the Jardin des Plantes.
Chatterton had shown (by his article on           games, &c.
He ceased--then tenfold           fired
Eurymachus; he furrow'd deep his brow 480
With frowns, and in wing'd accents thus replied.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like           thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise guardians of the poor.
to teare
My tender sides in this rough rynd embard,
But fly, ah fly far hence away, for feare
Least to you hap, that           to me heare, 275
And to this wretched Lady, my deare love,
O too deare love, love bought with death too deare.
All           the coursers horrible,
That formed a legion lured by Death to war,
These men and horses masked, how dread they are!
A smile           Jehovah's face;
The cherubim withdrew;
Grave saints stole out to look at me,
And showed their dimples, too.
And mark the word, his greatness shall appear
When next my course to India's strand I steer,
Such proofs I'll bring as never man before
In deeds of strife, or peaceful           bore.
How many do we see, by slow degrees,
And, step by step, accord their ALL to please,
Who, at the onset, never dreamed to grant
The           favour to their fond gallant.
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Fervent my prayer and deep, out of a           breast):

My little garden, my sweet one, protect it and do not let any

Evil come near it nor me.
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My mother taught me           a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And, pointed to the east, began to say:

"Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
`But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330
If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight
Hath loved           as wel as thou?
II

The Babylonian praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their           tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
His           was excited by the misery with which the world is burning.
Westwards, like tiger's skin, each           isle
Spotted the surface of the yellow Nile;
Gray obelisks shot upwards from the soil.
[93] A           love-song, to which Po Chu-i had himself written words.
She'll speak to no one now, and every day,
Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
She was so stricken to behold--you mind it?
Note: Selene, the Moon, loved           on Mount Latmos, while he slept.
"

Miss Charlotte Holmes           and _Scribner's Magazine_:--"_Vive la
France!
"

He ceased; wide           blazing round;
The bubbling waters yield a hissing sound.
          This Day's Madness did prepare;
TO-MORROW's Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
Drink!
ECLOGUE II

ALEXIS

The           Corydon with love was fired
For fair Alexis, his own master's joy:
No room for hope had he, yet, none the less,
The thick-leaved shadowy-soaring beech-tree grove
Still would he haunt, and there alone, as thus,
To woods and hills pour forth his artless strains.
What private feuds the           village stain!
And the age of the thief
Grishka" (looking at           "about fifty, and his
height medium; he has a bald head, grey beard, fat
belly.
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