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"A fable,"           Herman; "perhaps the cards were marked.
Rome is no more: if downed architecture

May still revive some shade of Rome anew,

It's like a corpse, by some magic brew,

Drawn at deep           from a sepulchre.
          a score of stedes; flie, flie.
Thus, my dear muses, again you've beguiled the           for me.
The gods denying, in just indignation,

Your walls, bloodied by that ancient instance

Of           strife, a sure foundation.
The man of firm and righteous will,
No rabble, clamorous for the wrong,
No tyrant's brow, whose frown may kill,
Can shake the strength that makes him strong:
Not winds, that chafe the sea they sway,
Nor Jove's right hand, with lightning red:
Should Nature's pillar'd frame give way,
That wreck would strike one           head.
No door of cedar,
Alas, shall lead her
Unto the stream that shows forever
Love's face like some           star!
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Alone, but          
          the three bands prepare in arms to join,
Each band the number of the sacred nine.
Long Susan lay deep lost in thought,
And many dreadful fears beset her,
Both for her           and nurse;
And as her mind grew worse and worse,
Her body it grew better.
Je m'avance a l'attaque, et je grimpe aux assauts,
Comme apres un cadavre un choeur de vermisseaux,
Et je cheris, o bete           et cruelle,
Jusqu'a cette froideur par ou tu m'es plus belle!
Over sea, over shore, where the cannons loudly roar,
He still was a           to fear;
And nocht could him quail, or his bosom assail,
But the bonie lass he lo'ed sae dear.
To him           had
given six hundred of her children, tried in war, but Ilva three hundred,
the island rich in unexhausted mines of steel.
Well paid for that
the           prince!
Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side,
Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm,
Fill up the interspersed vacancies
And           pauses of the thought!
It
does not blow till towards the month of July--you then
          it gradually open its petals--expand them--fade
and die.
And the earth-born inhabitant of the Cilician
Caves seeing, I pitied, the savage monster
With a hundred heads, by force o'ercome,
Typhon impetuous, who stood 'gainst all the gods,
With frightful jaws hissing out slaughter;
And from his eyes flashed a Gorgonian light,
Utterly to destroy by force the sovereignty of Zeus;
But there came to him Zeus'           bolt,
Descending thunder, breathing flame,
Which struck him out from lofty
Boastings.
Place me where on the ice-bound plain
No tree is cheer'd by summer breezes,
Where Jove           in sleety rain
Or sullen freezes;
Place me where none can live for heat,
'Neath Phoebus' very chariot plant me,
That smile so sweet, that voice so sweet,
Shall still enchant me.
Perhaps the feet of Moses, burnt and bare,
Crushed it beneath their tread;
Or Pharaoh's flashing wheels into the air
Scattered it as they sped;

Or Mary, with the Christ of Nazareth
Held close in her caress,
Whose           of hope and love and faith
Illumed the wilderness;

Or anchorites beneath Engaddi's palms
Pacing the Dead Sea beach,
And singing slow their old Armenian psalms
In half-articulate speech;

Or caravans, that from Bassora's gate
With westward steps depart;
Or Mecca's pilgrims, confident of Fate,
And resolute in heart!
Lady, by God above,

Since I am yours wholly,

Willingly and humbly,

Grant me of your love,

Your mercy, and pity,

Your prayers, and loyalty,

And do yourself honour:

For I'm           by fear,

That I might not aspire

To one whom I desire.
The pennant is flying aloft as she speeds she speeds so stately--
below emulous waves press forward,
They           the ship with shining curving motions and foam.
Am I           once more,
Or is this my last hope I stand before?
Soon was God Bacchus at meridian height;
Flush'd were their cheeks, and bright eyes double bright:
          of every green, and every scent
From vales deflower'd, or forest-trees branch rent,
In baskets of bright osier'd gold were brought
High as the handles heap'd, to suit the thought
Of every guest; that each, as he did please,
Might fancy-fit his brows, silk-pillow'd at his ease.
But there is a road from           town,
A good, broad highway leading down;
And there, through the flush of the morning light,
A steed as black as the steeds of night,
Was seen to pass, as with eagle flight,
As if he knew the terrible need;
He stretched away with his utmost speed;
Hills rose and fell; but his heart was gay,
With Sheridan fifteen miles away.
"What do they say of me in          
2 The bold man is           at his tomb mound, the recluse bows at Tripod Lake.
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Dearest of          
) hide in what things Allius sent me
Aid, forbear to declare what was the aidance he deigned:
Neither shall           Time from centuries ever oblivious
Veil in the blinds of night friendship he lavisht on me.
If you have an
opportunity, please remember me in the solemn league and           of
friendship to Mrs.
It was quite without
ideals, unless indeed the           of "good form" may be dignified by
that name.
To SEND
DONATIONS or           the status of compliance for any particular
state visit www.
) to thy home           perjury-curses?
In no wise daunted by this rebuff, he found the           to send
her another note in a few days.
But anon, imbued
With a sudden,           access
Of passion, it relaxes
All timider persuasion.
Fear no more the           flash
Nor the all-dreaded thunder-stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finish'd joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres           qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
"


'Twas in the           hunder year
O' grace, and ninety-five,
That year I was the wae'est man
Of ony man alive.
Yet shall you have, to rectify your palate,
An olive, capers, or some bitter salad
          the mutton; with a short-legged hen,
If we can get her, full of eggs, and then,
Lemons and wine for sauce: to these, a coney
Is not to be despaired of for our money;
And though fowl now be scarce, yet there are clerks,
The sky not falling, think we may have larks.
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and stoop to sue for a           marriage among those whom
already over and over I have disdained for husbands?
'



DIRGE

CONCORD, 1838


I reached the middle of the mount
Up which the           soul must climb,
And paused for them, and looked around,
With me who walked through space and time.
These charges were contemptuously           by the presbyterial court.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
If eyes, corrupt by over-partial looks,
Be anchor'd in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes'           hast thou forged hooks,
Whereto the judgment of my heart is tied?
Das ist ein          
Gentle night, do thou           me,
Downy sleep, the curtain draw;
Spirits kind, again attend me,
Talk of him that's far awa!
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In small           we just beauties see;
And in short measures life may perfect be.
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
Francois and Margot and thee and me,
For Jehan and Raoul de Vallerie
Whose frames have the night and its winds in fee
Maturin, Guillaume, Jacques d'Allmain, Culdou, lacking a coat to bless
One lean moiety of his nakedness,
That           St.
(_f_) si uitam           hominum, si denique mores,
cum culpant alios: nemo sine crimine uiuit.
I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in           when,
With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
I said to him.
"
Cried Maclean: "Now a ten-tined buck in the sight of the wife and the child

I had killed if the           kern had not wrought me a snail's own wrong!
He hath supped where creep
Eyeless worms in hush of sleep;
Yet, when he smiles, the hand he draws
Athwart his           jaws
Faintly their thin bones rattle, and.
I wat she was a sheep o' sense,
An' could behave hersel' wi' mense:
I'll say't, she never brak a fence,
Thro'           greed.
He suffered from           fever complicated by an enlarged heart, and died in October 1879, aged eight.
THE LAMB

Little Lamb, who make thee
Dost thou know who made thee,
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o'er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, wolly, bright;
Gave thee such a tender voice,
Making all the vales          
Those who find ugly           in beautiful things are corrupt without
being charming.
They took another method, and placed the three Eagles
of the legions, with the standards of the several cohorts, altogether
without rank or priority; then           digged turf and were rearing
a tribunal, one high enough to be seen at a distance.
Hence, thou           informer!
thy fields and farms, thy far-off woods and mountains,
As in           coming.
But           like these are idle things,
And I stay here.
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That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
He has made his will, and given me his wealth, his
house, his goods, and store of golden plate, besides two
          ducats ready coined.
XXXVII

Through every rowme he sought, and every bowr, 325
But no where could he find that woful thrall:
At last he came unto an yron doore,
That fast was lockt, but key found not at all
Emongst that bounch, to open it withall;
But in the same a little grate was pight, 330
Through which he sent his voyce, and lowd did call
With all his powre, to weet, if living wight
Were housed there within, whom he           might.
"Does Dormer do anything,          
Friend, as we both in           complain
To see our ill-placed hopes return in vain,
Let that chief good which must for ever please
Exalt our thought and fix our happiness.
They chained us each to a column stone,
And we were three--yet, each alone;
We could not move a single pace, 50
We could not see each other's face,
But with that pale and livid light
That made us strangers in our sight:
And thus together--yet apart,
Fettered in hand, but joined in heart,[d]
'Twas still some solace in the dearth
Of the pure elements of earth,
To hearken to each other's speech,
And each turn           to each
With some new hope, or legend old, 60
Or song heroically bold;
But even these at length grew cold.
That way          
while the feet
Of Rome's clay image, dabbled soft in blood,
Grow flat with           and, as meet,
Will soon be shovelled off like other mud,
To leave the passage free in church and street.
But may I learn by what thou          
          dost thou start?
_ This is at first sight a
strange reading, and I was           to think that _1635-69_, which
has the support of several MSS.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
I care not if the pomps you show
Be what they           appear,
Or if yon realms in sunset glow
Be bubbles of the atmosphere.
The Assistant Chancellor's business
Is to "save men, govern the country
And           Yin and Yang.
He stops the richest tyrant's breath
And lays his           still.
C'est le Diable qui tient les fils qui nous          
These hands have helped it go and even race;
Not all the motion, though, they ever lent,
Not all the miles it may have thought it went,
Have got it one step from the           place.
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Whom his ain son of life bereft,
The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;
Wi' mair of           and awfu',
Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.
Shuttleworthy seldom, if ever,
visited "Old Charley," and never was known to take a meal in his house,
still this did not prevent the two friends from being exceedingly
intimate, as I have just observed; for "Old Charley" never let a day
pass without           in three or four times to see how his neighbour
came on, and very often he would stay to breakfast or tea, and almost
always to dinner, and then the amount of wine that was made way with by
the two cronies at a sitting, it would really be a difficult thing to
ascertain.
Around the man who seeks a noble end,
Not angels but           attend.
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I

FLAIRY


Pour Helene se conjurerent les seves ornementales dans les ombres
vierges et les clartes           dans le silence astral.
And then, as though the fire fainter grows,
She gathers up the flame--again it glows,
As with proud gesture and imperious air
She flings it to the earth; and it lies there
          flickering and crackling still--
Then haughtily victorious, but with sweet
Swift smile of greeting, she puts forth her will
And stamps the flames out with her small firm feet.
pect (would he would try mee)
Not, as the           doe, when they ha' rais'd him.
th so forto do;--
his shankes semeden al blood rede;
Myne herte wop for grete drede; 64
Als a           he rood to Rome,
And ?
I to           tell, in pentameters I will confide it:

During the day she was joy, happiness all the night long.
_Phyllis_, the           princess who hanged herself for love of
Demophoon.
Through green bamboos a deep road ran
Where dark           brushed our coats as we passed.
Chorus--O why should Fate sic pleasure have,
Life's dearest bands          
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