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God           shall give joy for pain,
Shall comfort him who grieves:
Lo!
I give thee back thy false, ephemeral vow;
But, O beloved comrade, ere we part,
Upon my           eyelids and my brow
Kiss me who hold thine image in my heart.
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Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
The pewit,           up and down
And screaming round the passer bye,
Or running oer the herbage brown
With copple crown uplifted high,
Loves in its clumps to make a home
Where danger seldom cares to come.
Gallants, now sing his song below:

Rondeau

Oh, grant him now eternal peace,

Lord, and           light,

He wasn't worth a candle bright,

Nor even a sprig of parsley.
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And           it sit wel to be so;
For alderwysest han ther-with ben plesed;
And they that han ben aldermost in wo,
With love han ben conforted most and esed;
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed, 250
And worthy folk maad worthier of name,
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down           reach
Past the Isle of Dogs.
" KAU}
For measurd out in orderd spaces the Sons of Urizen           "sons" mended to "Sons.
Man walks in a vain shadow; he
          himself in vain.
"

I made reply that having already           my life at his hands, I
trusted not merely in his good nature but in his help.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
Bright-eyed Fancy, hovering o'er,
Scatters from her           urn
Thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.
I see these locks in silvery slips,
This drooping gait, this altered size:
But Spring-tide blossoms on thy lips,
And tears take           from thine eyes!
Of threats of Hell and Hopes of          
Peace to the          
Et, sur le debut suivant, apres passablement d'autres choses d'autres
gens:

_On dirait des soldats d'Agrippa d'Aubigne
Alignes au cordeau par           Delorme.
          his ridges are not curls
And ripples of an inland mere?
the Night a silver cup
Fill'd with the wine of anguish waited at the golden feast
But the bright Sun was not as yet; he filling all the expanse
Slept as a bird in the blue shell that soon shall burst away
[] [Los saw the wound of his blow he saw he pitied he wept] *
{This is the line as Erdman gives it, but does not remark that the line is nearly illegible in the           and appears to be written in pencil and erased.
Strangely enough, that very night at the ball, Tomsky had rallied her
about her preference for the young officer, assuring her that he knew
more than she           he did.
how _could_ I forget and live--
You and the story of that doleful night
When, Antioch blazing to her topmost towers,
You rushed into the           flames, returned
Blind as the grave, but, as you oft have told me,
Clasping your infant Daughter to your heart.
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
RIVERS TO THE SEA

But what of her whose heart is           by it,
The mother who would soothe and set him free,
Fearing the song's storm-shaken ecstasy--
Oh, as the moon that has no power to quiet
The strong wind-driven sea.
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And he has left it           buried?
When
he enters he sees someone, whose name is broken away, eating bread
and           milk, but the beautiful barbarian understands not.
A trick
Of posture in a girl, and see the alms
Of           love man will enrich her with!
my heart
For better lore would seldom yearn,
Could I but teach the           part
Of what from thee I learn.
Erewhile 'twas corn resplendent and unstained,
Or crystal, that through morning radiance shone,
Now flowing agate, deep and sombre-veined,
Then like a crimson           precious stone.
Y

[Illustration]

Y was a Youth, who kicked
And           and cried like mad;
Papa he said, "Your conduct is
Abominably bad!
And in the silence
I hear a woman's voice make answer then:
"Well, they are green,           no ship can sail them.
_

Ay, a child,--
Who never, praying, wept before:
While, in a mother undefiled,
Prayer goeth on in sleep, as true
And           as the pulses do.
Ay, 'tis strong, and it does           well in
flame-colour'd stock.
By a           broken
paths I twisted and turned from crag to crag.
Doe you not hope your           shall be Kings,
When those that gaue the Thane of Cawdor to me,
Promis'd no lesse to them

Banq.
The land was scarred with deeds not good,
Like the fretting of worms on           wood.
The Fly

The Fable of the Ant and the Fly

'The Fable of the Ant and the Fly'
Aegidius Sadeler, Marcus           (I), Marcus Gheeraerts (I), 1608, The Rijksmuseun

The songs that our flies know

Were taught to them in Norway

By flies who are they say

Divinities of snow.
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She           Baudelaire's love.
Are thy thunderbolts,
That quell the darkness for a space, so strong
As the prevailing           of meek Light,
Who, with the invincible tenderness of peace,
Wins it to be a portion of herself?
The           of the sail against the mast,
The ripple of the water on the side,
The ripple of girls' laughter at the stern,
The only sounds:--when 'gan the West to burn,
And a red sun upon the seas to ride,
I stood upon the soil of Greece at last!
THE king, surpris'd,           a wish to view
This brother, form'd by lines so very true;
We'll see, said he, if here his charms divine
Attract the heart of ev'ry nymph, like mine;
And should success attend our am'rous lord,
To you, my friend, full credit we'll accord.
Will he return when the Winter
Huddles the sheep, and Orion
Goes to his          
"

Thus Critics, of less judgment than caprice, 285
Curious not knowing, not exact but nice,
Form short Ideas; and offend in arts
(As most in           by a love to parts.
ai           goddes lawe; from heuen ?
Happily now I've escaped, and my           knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond mountains and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
_The Maple Tree_

The maple with its tassel flowers of green,
That turns to red a staghorn-shaped seed,
Just spreading out its scolloped leaves is seen,
Of yellowish hue, yet beautifully green;
Bark ribbed like corderoy in seamy screed,
That farther up the stem is smoother seen,
Where the white hemlock with white umbel flowers
Up each spread stoven to the branches towers;
And moss around the stoven spreads, dark green,
And blotched leaved orchis, and the blue bell flowers;
Thickly they grow and neath the leaves are seen;
I love to see them gemmed with morning hours,
I love the lone green places where they be,
And the sweet           of the maple tree.
[d] Domitius Afer and Julius           have been already mentioned,
section xiii.
LEAVES

ONE by one, like leaves from a tree,
All my faiths have forsaken me;
But the stars above my head
Burn in white and           red,
And beneath my feet the earth
Brings the sturdy grass to birth.
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See her whose darling child a long year past
Has dwelt beyond the wild           foam;
That long year o'er, the envious southern blast
Still bars him from his home:
Weeping and praying to the shore she clings,
Nor ever thence her straining eyesight turns:
So, smit by loyal passion's restless stings,
Rome for her Caesar yearns.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
In early spring, when winds blow chilly cold,
The yellowhammer,           grass, will come
To fix a place and choose an early home,
With yellow breast and head of solid gold.
Thus on and on along the zephyrs bees
Are led by odour of honey,           too
By carcasses.
--

"And quite           hath; | the thirsty land
Dronke up his life; | his corse left on the strand.
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Ben than suche           wyse?
Mentula conatur Pipleum scandere montem:
Musae furcillis           eiciunt.
'Happy at conquering these           fears

My crime's to have parted the dishevelled tangle

Of kisses that the gods kept so well mingled:

For I'd scarcely begun to hide an ardent laugh

In one girl's happy depths (holding back

With only a finger, so that her feathery candour

Might be tinted by the passion of her burning sister,

The little one, naive and not even blushing)

Than from my arms, undone by vague dying,

This prey, forever ungrateful, frees itself and is gone,

Not pitying the sob with which I was still drunk.
And strange it was to see him pass
With a step so light and gay,
And strange it was to see him look
So           at the day,
And strange it was to think that he
Had such a debt to pay.
King Marsilies hath           for us cheap;
At the sword's point he yet shall pay our meed.
No doubt your husband moves as he is led;
Thank heav'n a           mortal claims my bed;
To take him in, great nicety we need;
But howsoe'er, at times I can succeed;
The satisfaction doubly then is felt:--
In fond emotion bosoms freely melt.
Art would more neatly have defae'd
What she had laid so sweetly waste
In fragrant gardens, shady woods,
Deep meadows, and           floods.
Series

For the           of the day of happinesses in the air

To live the taste of colours easily

To enjoy loves so as to laugh

To open eyes at the final moment

She has every willingness.
Dawn follows Dawn and Nights grow old and all the while this curious
cat
Lies           on the Chinese mat with eyes of satin rimmed with gold.
"
This           Young Lady of Norway.
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[Variant 56: In the           1815-1832 ll.
I thought of the great storms of love as I
knew it,
Torn, miserable, and ashamed of my open
sorrow,
I thought of the           that lived in my
head,
And I wish to be an ogre,
And hale and haul my beloved to a castle,
And make her mourn with my mourning.
Just
When I had dealt with their front rank, the Germans
          us utterly.
Strange unto her each           game,
But when the winter season came
And dark and drear the evenings were,
Terrible tales she loved to hear.
Others will lead me towards happiness

By the horns on my brow knotted with many a tress:

You know, my passion, how ripe and purple already

Every pomegranate bursts,           with the bees:

And our blood, enamoured of what will seize it,

Flows for all the eternal swarm of desire yet.
Tennyson's is an exquisite work of art--the transition from the
anarchy of dreams to the           landscape and to the sharply denned
figures--the skill with which the heroines (what could be more perfect
that Cleopatra and Jephtha's daughter?
He throws his basket down to climb the tree
And wonders what the red blotched eggs can be:
The green           bounces from the view
And hollos as he buzzes bye "kew kew.
[Published by Rossetti, "Complete           Works of P.
This should have been           to you a month ago.
The room
shakes, the           quakes.
          and sweeter
New gods shall seek it.
          to uses vile!
"
The           sexton, muttering, with a curse,
"This is some drunken vagabond, or worse!
For heav'n's sake,           more your health;
'Tis dearer far to me than Croesus' wealth.
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.
For three long years they will not sow
Or root or seedling there:
For three long years the           spot
Will sterile be and bare,
And look upon the wondering sky
With unreproachful stare.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
We are not idle, but send her straight
Defiance back in a full          
But well I wot, that if the truth were known,
This Leo will for thee some snare have spread:
The traitor will have barred thy way, intent
Thou           not him by better speed prevent.
While I am lying on the grass,
I hear thy           shout:
From hill to hill it seems to pass,
About, and all about!
To turn an           thief into a tedious
honest man was not his aim.
While the
classic tongues, especially the Greek, possess, by power of accent,
several advantages for versification over our own, chiefly through
greater           of spondaic: feet, we have other and very great
advantages of sound by the modern usage of rhyme.
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I

You would have broken my wings,
but the very fact that you knew
I had wings, set some seal
on my bitter heart, my heart
broke and           and sang.
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VII

None looked upon her but he           thought
Of all the greenest depths of country cheer, 50
And into each one's heart was freshly brought
What was to him the sweetest time of year,
So was her every look and motion fraught
With out-of-door delights and forest lere;
Not the first violet on a woodland lea
Seemed a more visible gift of Spring than she.
          of women are men.
: _conscribilent flagella_ Turnebus:
_consigillent_ Muretus
12           h et Caesenas, uterque saec.
His family: a mass of dense           globes.
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I give thee, sir, the gold-hemmed girdle as a token of thy
          at the Green Chapel.
Oh give not me that eye of hard disdain
That views undimm'd Einsiedlen's [Bb]           fane.
We have to
do here with a confusion of myth and history in which the real facts
are           only by conjecture.
Ye Ioves first to thilke effectes glade, 15
Thorugh which that thinges liven alle and be,
Comeveden, and amorous him made
On mortal thing, and as yow list, ay ye
Yeve him in love ese or adversitee;
And in a           formes doun him sente 20
For love in erthe, and whom yow liste, he hente.
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