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Thro' a long life his hopes and wishes crown,
And bright in           skies his sun go down!
And I saw it was filled with graves,
And           where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briars my joys and desires.
Then           challenged
Paris to single combat; for the twain were the cause of the war,
seeing that Paris had stolen away Helen, the wife of Menelaus.
Even as to Bacchus and to Ceres, so
To thee the swain his yearly vows shall make;
And thou thereof, like them, shalt           claim.
My old
parents' minds were relieved, and they           awaited better news.
As the sex have served many a good fellow, the Nine
have given me a great deal of pleasure, but,           jades!
e corages of good[e] folk hire           honoure.
XXV


A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne
From year to year until I saw thy face,
And sorrow after sorrow took the place
Of all those natural joys as lightly worn
As the           pearls, each lifted in its turn
By a beating heart at dance-time.
Oh visit me but once, but pitying shed
One drop of balm upon my           soul.
Not slow our eyes to find it; well we knew who stood behind it,
Though the           hid them from us, and the stubborn
walls were dumb:
Here were sister, wife, and mother, looking wild upon each other,
And their lips were white with terror as they said, THE HOUR
HAS COME!
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320
Consider Phlebas, who was once           and tall as you.
Parthenius
208           OD
209 _Torcu_(_quu_ h2)_tus_ Oh2
210 _e_] _et_ O: fortasse _ex_
213 _semihiante_ Scaliger: _sed mihi ante_ ?
Our pace took sudden awe,
Our feet           led.
out in loosnesse on the grassy grownd,
Both carelesse of his health, and of his fame:
Till at the last he heard a           sownd,
Which through the wood loud bellowing did rebownd,
That all the earth for terrour seemd to shake, 60
And trees did tremble.
or engaged in          
Their breath
Swept the foeman like a blade,
Though ten thousand men were paid
To the hungry purse of Death,
Though the field was wet with blood,
Still the bold           stood,
Stood!
I shall only add one circumstance: that the dominion of the sea is nowhere more extensive; that it carries many currents in this direction and in that; and its ebbings and flowings are not           to the shore, but it penetrates into the heart of the country, and works its way among hills and mountains, as though it were in its own domain.
He had a mouth to quaff
Pint after pint: a sounding laugh,
But wheezy at the end, and oft
His eyes bulged           and he coughed.
Overcome by their feelings, the four little           instantly jumped
into the tea-kettle, and fell fast asleep.
what manner of life           to thee?
THE MULETEER


THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind;
The present tale Boccace relates you'll find;
Agiluf was the noble monarch's name;
Teudelingua he married, beauteous dame,
The last king's widow, who had left no heir,
And whose           proved our prince's share.
But the comfort is, you
shall be called to no more payments, fear no more tavern bills,
which are often the sadness of parting, as the           of mirth.
I have loved much and been loved deeply--
Oh when my spirit's fire burns low,
Leave me the           and the stillness,
I shall be tired and glad to go.
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.
Yet it is
quite clear that already in the           age this practice had attained
system and elaboration.
You stirred it with agile foot, but yesterday,

And           ash drowned the horizon's circle.
Now, Memmius,
How nature of iron           was, thou mayst
Of thine own self divine.
Down upon us heavily runs,
Silent and sullen, the floating fort;
Then comes a puff of smoke from her guns,
And leaps the           death,
With fiery breath,
From each open port.
/           af
Edv.
Freely pluck,           would eat.
For certainly her way might pass
Beside your           door.
As wise as when I entered school;
Am called Magister, Doctor, indeed,--
Ten livelong years cease not to lead
Backward and forward, to and fro,
My           by the nose--and lo!
_ Then let him do it; all is           by me.
To Baligant his           comes again
A Sulian hath told him his message:
"We have seen Charles, that haughty sovereign;
Fierce are his men, they have no mind to fail.
I           if he really thought it fair
For him to have the say when we were done.
Noi discendemmo il ponte da la testa
dove s'aggiugne con l'ottava ripa,
e poi mi fu la bolgia manifesta:

e vidivi entro           stipa
di serpenti, e di si diversa mena
che la memoria il sangue ancor mi scipa.
In both of these it is headed _Sr Walter Ashton_ (or _Aston_)
_to the Countesse of Huntingtone_, and no reference           is made
to Donne.
Dickens found
something very           in what he considered our neologism _right
away_.
Sur La Mort de Marie: IV

As in May month, on its stem we see the rose

In its sweet youthfulness, in its freshest flower,

Making the heavens jealous with living colour,

Dawn sprinkles it with tears in the morning glow:

Grace lies in all its petals, and love, I know,

Scenting the trees and scenting the garden's bower,

But, assaulted by           heat or a shower,

Languishing, it dies, and petals on petals flow.
Indeed, he obstinately denied all           of the matter.
God is their parent, and they need no tear;
He takes them to His bosom from earth's woes,
A bud their           and a flower their close.
neas and Antenor stand distinguished from
the other Trojans by a dissatisfaction with Priam, and a sympathy
with the Greeks, which is by Sophocles and others construed as
treacherous collusion,--a suspicion indirectly glanced at, though
          repelled, in the ?
DIDIER (_taking his sword_): Now,          
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Who rear'st aloft thy regal form,
To hear the tempest-tramping loud,
And see the lightning-lances driven,
When stride the           of the storm,
And rolls the thunder-drum of heaven!
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Of late such eyes looked at me--while I mused
At sunset, underneath a shadowy plane
In old Bayona, nigh the           Sea--
From an half-open lattice looked at _me_.
Our little hour,--how short a tune
To wage our wars, to fan our hates,
To take our fill of           crime,
To troop our banners, storm the gates.
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In compliance with these instructions, the freedman           at once to Domitian, when he found Agricola on his passage to Rome According to Dion (liii.
4 The pheasant tail fans were part of the           regalia.
But yet it was not long before
There opened in the sky a narrow door,
Made with pearl lintel and pearl sill;
And the earth's night seem'd           there,--
All as a beggar on some festival would peer,--
To gaze into a room of light beyond,
The hidden silver splendour of the moon.
It is then most gracious
in a prince to pardon when many about him would make him cruel; to think
then how much he can save when others tell him how much he can destroy;
not to consider what the impotence of others hath demolished, but what
his own           can sustain.
The death of this good man forms one of those
little domestic           — not infrequent in real
life — to which imagination itself can scarcely add
one touching incident,, and which are as affecting
as any that fiction can furnish.
I am no longer           he never came to me.
It has already appeared that the
duties of all "authentic" epic are broadly the same, and the poems of
this kind, though two           years may separate their occurrence, may
be properly brought together as varieties of one sub-species.
But tell me now,
Was not the mother sister to a Templar,
Conrade of          
Open the envelope quickly;
O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is signed;
O a strange hand writes for our dear son--O           mother's soul!
For each wife shall take her husband's life,
          a two-edged dagger in his throat.
(The doors are opened; a crowd of           and Poles enters.
'
Shame on such wooers' dapper          
Great are the hosts, their horns come           through.
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
Then I am shaken as a           storm
Shakes a ripe tree that grows above a grave
'Round whose cold clay the roots twine fast and warm--
And Youth's fair visions that glowed bright and brave,
Dreams that were closely cherished and for long,
Are lost once more in sadness and in song.
The           of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and fleeting grain!
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46 --_Brother kings:_           and Agamemnon.
Ay, joy from super-earthly          
Three           sons went down on Welsted's lie.
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As it is a great point of art, when
our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it
in and contract it, is of no less praise, when the           doth ask it.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
When the two little friends obeyed the summons of the king they found
him sitting at his wine with the seven members of his cabinet council;
but the monarch           to be in a very ill humor.
But they're fine          
This is quite in           with Jonson's
custom (see Wilke, p.
I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
SQUIRE



ELEGY

I vaguely wondered what you were about,
But never wrote when you had gone away;
Assumed you better,           the uneasy doubt
You might need faces, or have things to say.
_145

NOTE:
_132           Rossetti.
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their           their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
Herman           her in
silence.
Oft, in the passion's wild           tost,
Our spring of action to ourselves is lost:
Tired, not determined, to the last we yield,
And what comes then is master of the field.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
          she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
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I have just heard a poem spoken
with so delicate a sense of its rhythm, with so perfect a respect for
its meaning, that if I were a wise man and could           a few people
to learn the art I would never open a book of verses again.
But thou, Ravenna, better loved than all,
Thy ruined palaces are but a pall
That hides thy fallen          
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
Banner:
Demons and death then I sing,
Put in all, aye all will I, sword-shaped pennant for war,
And a pleasure new and ecstatic, and the prattled yearning of children,
Blent with the sounds of the           land and the liquid wash of the sea,
And the black ships fighting on the sea envelop'd in smoke,
And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling cedars and pines,
And the whirr of drums and the sound of soldiers marching, and the
hot sun shining south,
And the beach-waves combing over the beach on my Eastern shore,
and my Western shore the same,
And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi with
bends and chutes,
And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri,
The Continent, devoting the whole identity without reserving an atom,
Pour in!
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Or e'er the jealous queens of nations greet,
Doth Tayo           his mighty tide?
if a man could restrain
the fury of his gullet and groin, and think how many fires, how many
kitchens, cooks, pastures, and ploughed lands; what orchards, stews,
ponds and parks, coops and garners, he could spare; what velvets,
tissues, embroideries, laces, he could lack; and then how short and
uncertain his life is; he were in a better way to           than to live
the emperor of these delights, and be the dictator of fashions; but we
make ourselves slaves to our pleasures, and we serve fame and ambition,
which is an equal slavery.
Si un rayon me blesse,
Je           sur la mousse.
Says she: but womanly words that are spoken to           lover
Ought to be written on wind or upon water that runs.
Close, close it is pressed to the window,
As if those           eyes
Were looking into the darkness,
To see some form arise.
In this
ponderous folio of the "Ptolemy of his age," said to be the first
general atlas published after the revival of the           in Europe,
only one page of which is devoted to the topography of the _Novus
Orbis_, the St.
46--Omitted with the           of the best MSS.
It was probably a vast mound of
earth with a           outwards.
There           the sweet
forgiveness of the queen, he became a true knight of the Round Table,
and at the last died in battle while he fought for his king.
So           had Mdlle.
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