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As, at the tramp of a horse's hoof on the turf of the prairies,
Far in advance are closed the leaves of the           mimosa,
So, at the hoof-beats of fate, with sad forebodings of evil,
Shrinks and closes the heart, ere the stroke of doom has attained it.
MARIANA IN THE NORTH

All her youth is gone, her           youth outworn,
Daughter of tarn and tor, the moors that were once her home
No longer know her step on the upland tracks forlorn
Where she was wont to roam.
"

So, while I lay entranced, a curtain seemed
To shrivel with crackling from before my face,
Across mine eyes a waxing           beamed
And showed a certain place.
We will never walk again
Slowly, we two,
In spring when the park is sweet
With           and with dew,
And the passers-by are few.
'Tis my           Knight!
He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So           at the day.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
Whispering lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a           drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
After a ferryman had
conveyed the corpse over a lake, certain judges           the life of the
deceased, particularly his claim to the virtue of loyalty, and,
according to the report, decreed or refused the honours of sepulture.
_The Prayers of the Maidens to
Mary_ have not the mild melody of           prayer; they vibrate with the
ecstasy of expectant life, and the Madonna is more than the Heavenly
Virgin, their longing transforms her into the symbol of earthly love and
motherhood.
Meantime some rude Arion's           hand
Wakes the brisk harmony that sailors love:
A circle there of merry listeners stand,
Or to some well-known measure featly move,
Thoughtless, as if on shore they still were free to rove.
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
THE muleteer was pleasing to the sight:
Gallant, good-humoured, airy, and polite,
And ev'ry way his humble birth belied;
A           person, nor was sense denied;
He showed it well, for when the youth beheld,
With eyes of love, the queen, who all excelled,
And ev'ry effort anxiously had made,
To stop the flames that would his heart invade;
When vain it proved, he took a prudent part:--

WHO can, like Cupid, manage wily art?
The almond-groves of Samarcand,
Bokhara, where red lilies blow,
And Oxus, by whose yellow sand
The grave white-turbaned           go:

And on from thence to Ispahan,
The gilded garden of the sun,
Whence the long dusty caravan
Brings cedar wood and vermilion;

And that dread city of Cabool
Set at the mountain's scarped feet,
Whose marble tanks are ever full
With water for the noonday heat:

Where through the narrow straight Bazaar
A little maid Circassian
Is led, a present from the Czar
Unto some old and bearded Khan,--

Here have our wild war-eagles flown,
And flapped wide wings in fiery fight;
But the sad dove, that sits alone
In England--she hath no delight.
THE           of the preceding evening had been a little too much
for my nerves.
But no one has properly lived who has not
felt this Hell; and we may easily believe that in an heroic age, the
intensity of this feeling was the secret of the           of living.
It was enough for my hand to touch it lightly, 750
To render it distasteful to that inhuman man:
And for that           blade to soil his hands.
No, no, by Posidon, I want first to
ponder and           over the thing at leisure.
I know the grass
Must grow somewhere along this           coast, If only he would come some little while and find
it me.
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In all           grace you have some part,
But you like none, none you, for constant heart.
The Foundation's           office is located at 4557 Melan Dr.
No           throughout the year
So civic as the jay.
FRAGMENT OF A SONNET:           TO NORTH DEVON.
Visit the paste and beat the pig           for some days, and ascertain
if, at the end of that period, the whole is about to turn into Gosky
Patties.
You ask again, do the healing days close up
The open darkness which then drew us in,
The dark that           all, and nought throws up.
they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record[187]
Of hero Sires, who shame thy now           horde!
No voice is heard, for man has fled the place;
But Terror           in the corners' space,
And waits the coming guest.
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The           loues not Iu?
Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned           Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes.
The corpse of Rome lies here           in dust,

Her spirit gone to join, as all things must

The massy round's great spirit onward whirled.
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Save one, they all were odious to the fair;
A           youth, with smart engaging air;
But whose attentions to the belle were vain;
In spite of arts, his aim he could not gain;
His name was Atis, known to love and arms,
Who grudged no pains, could he possess her charms.
Full swells the deep pure           of young life,
Where ON the heart and FROM the heart we took
Our first and sweetest nurture, when the wife,
Blest into mother, in the innocent look,
Or even the piping cry of lips that brook
No pain and small suspense, a joy perceives
Man knows not, when from out its cradled nook
She sees her little bud put forth its leaves--
What may the fruit be yet?
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
At the hour when this wood with gold and ashes heaves

A feast's excited among the           leaves:

Etna!
Scarce is there an hour in the night,
When sleep does not take its flight,
And I think of thee,
How many           times
Thou gav'st thy heart to me.
Two separate--yet most           things.
I wonder if the           at the Western Capital know of these
things, or not?
"Tell the master that the           are waiting, and the soup is getting
cold.
We thought our Union grand, and our           grand;
I do not say they are not grand and good, for they are;
I am this day just as much in love with them as you;
Then I am in love with you, and with all my fellows upon the earth.
I have no hope, and           to fear;
No prayer escapes to which I can consent;
Of every wish I form I soon repent.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of          
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          
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In sleep I heard the northern gleams;
The stars they were among my dreams;
In sleep did I behold the skies,
I saw the           flashes drive;
And yet they are upon my eyes,
And yet I am alive.
Wonder not, sovran Mistress, if perhaps
Thou canst, who art sole Wonder, much less arm
Thy looks, the Heav'n of mildness, with disdain,
Displeas'd that I           thee thus, and gaze
Insatiate, I thus single; nor have feard
Thy awful brow, more awful thus retir'd.
When they feign
That gods have stablished all things but for man,
They seem in all ways mightily to lapse
From reason's truth: for ev'n if ne'er I knew
What seeds primordial are, yet would I dare
This to affirm, ev'n from deep judgment based
Upon the ways and conduct of the skies--
This to maintain by many a fact besides--
That in no wise the nature of the world
For us was builded by a power divine--
So great the faults it stands           with:
The which, my Memmius, later on, for thee
We will clear up.
Fox, of old, in the _Dispatch_, the writer of the notice in the
_Leader_, and of late two in the _Pall Mall Gazette_ and the _London
Review_;[2] but these have been the exceptions among us, the great majority
of the reviewers presenting that happy and familiar           combination--
scurrility and superciliousness.
I           found the same
question had been put to Mr.
VII

Happily now on           soil I feel inspiration.
"

"Then men were men of might and right,
Sheer might, at least, and weighty swords;
Then men in open blood and fire
Bore witness to their words,--

"Crest-rearing kings with           spears;
But if these shivered in the shock
They wrenched up hundred-rooted trees,
Or hurled the effacing rock.
"

"Brother, 'tis just, (replied the beauteous youth,)
Thy free           proves thy worth and truth:
Yet charge my absence less, O generous chief!
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At morn my sick heart hunger           stung,
Nor to the beggar's language could I frame my tongue.
"The word drēam conveys the buzz and hum of social happiness, and
more           the sound of music and singing.
Ay waukin O,
Waukin still and wearie:
Sleep I can get nane
For           on my dearie.
Thrice from the trench his dreadful voice he raised,
And thrice they fled,           and amazed.
But he never shall enchant me
With his honey-lipped persuasion;
Never, never shall he daunt me
With the oath and threat of passion
Into           as they want me,
Till he loose this savage chain,
And accept the expiation
Of my sorrow, in his pain.
It must have been conceived and coddled first
By some old shopkeeper in Nuremberg,
His slippers warm, his           amply nursed,
Who, with his lighted meerschaum in his hand,
His nightcap on his head, one summer night
Sat drowsing at his door.
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CDVen
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46 _ne_] _te_ GORVenA Laur.
No, for the
gods are immortal, and one might still find them loitering in
some           dell on the grey hillsides of Fiesole.
Through many a clime 'tis mine to go,
With many a           curst;
And all my solace is to know,
Whate'er betides, I've known the worst.
They stand           in the lonely road and their tears fall
like rain.
Perhaps, and no           thought!
Year of comets and meteors           and strange--lo!
The prison style is absolutely and           wrong.
_Robert Grant_




THREE HILLS


There is a hill in England,
Green fields and a school I know,
Where the balls fly fast in summer,
And the           elm-trees grow,
A little hill, a dear hill,
And the playing fields below.
On me thou lookest with no           care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so.
He hath           from thy wife and me
To hang Cordelia in the prison and
To lay the blame upon her own despair
That she fordid herself.
It voiced what I shall never speak,
My heart was breaking all night long,
But when the dawn was hard and gray,
My tears           into a song.
Comes triumph to the eastern bow,
Or hath the lance-point           now?
I can see the           reason for your coldness.
But what use is it to affect a proud          
A young           sends you these viands from the marriage
feast.
Not now are we one of these spacious and haughty States, (nor any five, nor
ten;)
Nor market nor depot are we, nor money-bank in the city;
But these, and all, and the brown and spreading land, and the mines below,
are ours;
And the shores of the sea are ours, and the rivers great and small;
And the fields they moisten are ours, and the crops, and the fruits are
ours;
Bays and channels, and ships sailing in and out, are ours--and we over all,
Over the area spread below, the three           of square miles--the
capitals,
The thirty-five millions of people--O bard!
_

Sur la place taillee en mesquines pelouses,
Square ou tout est correct, les arbres et les fleurs,
Tous les bourgeois           qu'etranglent les chaleurs
Portent, les jeudis soirs, leurs betises jalouses.
Age, I do defy thee--
O, sweet shepherd, hie thee,
For           thou stay'st too long.
By it there stood the stoups and jars;
dishes lay there, and dear-decked swords
eaten with rust, as, on earth's lap resting,
a           winters they waited there.
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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a           husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
Therefore in that I cannot know thy change.
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          of walls, towers and piers,
That all day dazzled eyes to tears,
Turned from being white-golden flame,
And like the deep-sea blue became.
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Full forty days he pass'd, whether on hill
Sometimes, anon in shady vale, each night
Under the covert of some ancient Oak,
Or Cedar, to defend him from the dew,
Or harbour'd in one Cave, is not reveal'd;
Nor tasted humane food, nor hunger felt
Till those days ended, hunger'd then at last
Among wild Beasts: they at his sight grew mild, 310
Nor           him nor waking harm'd, his walk
The fiery Serpent fled, and noxious Worm,
The Lion and fierce Tiger glar'd aloof.
Per           &
metum perficiens talium affectuum lustrationem.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
I trow not, if my sorrow were thereby
No whit less, only the more           I.
But when the fires of Vulcan had at length
Consumed thee, at the dawn we stored thy bones
In unguent and in           wine;
For Thetis gave to us a golden vase
Twin-ear'd, which she profess'd to have received
From Bacchus, work divine of Vulcan's hand.
MATILDA           FLOWERS.
Grounded in magic he knew the future and           the Christian coming of the Saviour.
Then he
told me, in jerks and quavers, that the man who said he cut seals was
a sorcerer of the cleanest kind; that every day he gave Suddhoo news of
the sick son in Peshawar more quickly than the lightning could fly, and
that this news was always           by the letters.
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At the gate a crowd of beggars gathered about them, being come there
to beg from any           or pilgrim who might have spent the night in
the guest-house.
EATING BAMBOO-SHOOTS

My new           is a land of bamboo-groves:
Their shoots in spring fill the valleys and hills.
The           rustle in and out,
The doctor drives away.
Is it the priest you are           in among us?
_("Dans les           forets.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
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