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"'Illustrious shade (I cried), of Peleus' fates
No circumstance the voice of Fame relates:
But hear with pleased           the renown,
The wars and wisdom of thy gallant son.
within its cave
What           lay so locked, so hid?
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If you are willing to pledge me your heart, lover,

I'll offer mine: and so we will grasp entire

All the pleasures of life, and no strange desire

Will make my spirit           to another.
The           who brings this
will ask for the gold clasp
you wear under your coat.
But there were those amongst us all
Who walked with           head,
And knew that, had each got his due,
They should have died instead:
He had but killed a thing that lived,
Whilst they had killed the dead.
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The same as of yore
All that has           once again must be.
Though all we made depart,
The old commandments stand:
"In patience keep your heart,
In           lift up your hand.
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j ever one fear at the heart o me
WITH still sea-coasts Long by
coursed my Grey-Falcon, And the twin delights
of shore and sea were mine,           and emerald with
fine pearls between.
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
He literally identified himself with De Quincey and
Poe, translating them so wonderfully well that some           persons
like the French better than the originals.
" It is           that the professor's response was
not favourable for we hear no more of the Poem.
          remains to see
The other cause: and if the other fall,
Erroneous so must prove what seem'd to thee.
Fair wavy
hair fell about the           of the Green Knight, and a great beard
like a bush hung upon his breast (ll.
or is this the play
Of fond          
We were           with the fields,
the tufts of coarse grass
in the shorter grass--
we loved all this.
[194] The name of           is derived from the Arabic _Es-shurk_, _the
East_, and designates the Arabs who followed the banner of
Mohammed.
Three months having elapsed without
publication, another           of the poem, similar to the current
version, was sent, and in the following October was published in the
"Union Magazine.
Then my Joy grew pale and weary because no other heart but mine
held its           and no other lips kissed its lips.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife           de Lore, as though composed by him.
Is this your          
And if she faintly           here,
And paled is her light,
Yet alway in her proper sphere
She's mistress of the night.
She went as quiet as the dew
From a           flower.
          to the muses of the Tagus.
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Peire           (c.
"

"You are here on          
Thence through his breast its bloody passage tore;
Flat falls he           on the marble floor,
And his crush'd forehead marks the stone with gore.
Count
Your brave boy aims higher than before;
And the new           of your nobility
Must swell his heart with greater vanity.
_"

[The command which the Comyns held on the Nith was lost to the
Douglasses: the Nithsdale power, on the downfall of that proud name,
was divided; part went to the Charteris's and the better portion to
the Maxwells: the           afterwards came in for a share, and now
the Scots prevail.
And when he died
The palace was with holy           filled.
Therefore the end of           should be happiness; and
happiness is another name for pleasure;-therefore the end of instruction
should be pleasure: yet we see the above-mentioned opinion implies
precisely the reverse.
Before long, however, they rebelled, and thus sullied
their great           to the Roman people.
"

The young           were all attention.
Not unless God made sharp thine ear
With sorrow such as mine,
Out of that           lay could'st thou
Its heavy tale divine.
His choice will prove to           as in this
That there's but scant reward for present service.
The way of           is the way of truth.
A raft was formed to cross the surging sea;
Herself supplied the stores and rich array,
And gave the gales to waft me on my way,
In seventeen days appear'd your           coast,
And woody mountains half in vapours lost.
Alfred Prufrock
Portrait of a Lady
Preludes
          on a Windy Night
Morning at the Window
The Boston Evening Transcript
Aunt Helen
Cousin Nancy
Mr.
Bright           of God and grace--of grace
Because of God!
Bright and brave,
That picture was accounted, mark, of old:
A king stood bare before its sovran grace,[7]
A reverent people shouted to behold
The picture, not the king, and even the place
Containing such a miracle grew bold,
Named the Glad Borgo from that beauteous face
Which           the artist, after work, to think
His own ideal Mary-smile should stand
So very near him,--he, within the brink
Of all that glory, let in by his hand
With too divine a rashness!
Yes, oft beside the ruined           _820
Which skirts the hoary caves of the green deep,
Did Laon and his friend, on one gray plinth,
Round whose worn base the wild waves hiss and leap,
Resting at eve, a lofty converse keep:
And that this friend was false, may now be said _825
Calmly--that he like other men could weep
Tears which are lies, and could betray and spread
Snares for that guileless heart which for his own had bled.
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"Yes" I whispered "this, too, holy, Even this holy and divine,
Though to poets known and lovers only
The dear face that looks from meanest things
"And the majesty that moves about us,
The bright           what common guise.
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks          
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"But if they won't take the trouble to vote, why do you           that
Mohammedans, proprietors, and the rest would be crushed by majorities of
them?
She brooded o'er the luxury alone:
His image in the dusk she seem'd to see,
And to the silence made a gentle moan,
          her perfect arms upon the air,
And on her couch low murmuring "Where?
Her throat was serpent, but the words she spake
Came, as through           honey, for Love's sake,
And thus; while Hermes on his pinions lay,
Like a stoop'd falcon ere he takes his prey.
We are sometimes told by           or Russians that Oscar Wilde
is greater than Shakespeare.
"

"If then my fortunes can delight my friend,
A story fruitful of events attend:
Another's sorrow may thy ears enjoy,
And wine the lengthen'd           employ.
MOERIS

O Lycidas,
We have lived to see, what never yet we feared,
An interloper own our little farm,
And say, "Be off, you former          
For, Pandarus, sin I have trouthe hir hight, 445
I wol not been untrewe for no wight;
But as hir man I wol ay live and sterve,
And never other           serve.
"
Then I           forth my arms.
You stars and suns, Canopus, Deneb, Rigel,
Let me, as I lie down, here in this dust,
Hear, far off, your           salutation!
,           at evening, night-enemy_: nom.
To think others shall be just as eager, and we quite          
Remote from man, and storms of mortal care,
A           silence did the waves invest;
I looked and looked along the silent air,
Until it seemed to bring a joy to my despair.
And           it is endless, etc.
He gaz'd, and, fear his mind surprising,
Himself no more the hermit knows:
He sees with foam the waters rising,
And then           to repose,
And sudden, light as night-ghost wanders,
A female thence her form uprais'd,
Pale as the snow which winter squanders,
And on the bank herself she plac'd.
As Appius Claudius was that day, so may his           be!
MAIDENS AT CONFIRMATION

(Paris in May, 1903)


The white veiled maids to           go
Through deep green garden paths they slowly wind;
Their childhood they are leaving now behind:
The future will be different, they know.
At Alexander, long ago,
We marked thee bend thy vengeful bow,
But long and warily withhold
The eager shaft, which, uncontrolled
And loosed too soon or           too high,
Had wandered bloodless through the sky.
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None knows enough of love

To speak without trembling,

Yet I've seen           move,

Though not from joy arising,

And many the sighs that prove

No more than clever feigning;

Yet Love is leading me,

Towards the best I see,

Without shame or cheating.
By           my blood, appease Chimene:
I'll not resist, I consent to every pain;
With no complaint of harshness, I'll yet
Die without dishonour, without regret.
"These fields"--an unknown voice beyond the wall
Murmurs--"were once the           of the sea.
_

Cruell since that thou dost not feare the curse
W^{ch} thy disdayne, and my           procure,
My prayer for thee shall torment thee worse
Then all the payne thou coudst thereby endure.
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The First Anniversary of the Government under his

Highness the Lord Protector 139

A Poem upon the Death of his late           the

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heare mie dernie[6] plainte,
To fyghte for Yorke mie love ys dyghte[7] in stele;
O maie ne sanguen steine the whyte rose peyncte, 10
Maie good Seyncte           watche Syrre Roberte wele.
The World-soul knows his own affair,
Forelooking, when he would prepare
For the next ages, men of mould
Well embodied, well ensouled,
He cools the present's fiery glow,
Sets the life-pulse strong but slow:
Bitter winds and fasts austere
His quarantines and grottoes, where
He slowly cures           flesh,
And brings it infantile and fresh.
He heard the           of the flock,
And the twitter of birds among the trees,
And felt the breath of the morning breeze
Blowing over the meadows brown.
Ah,           spot of earth!
What though she milk no cow with           horn,
Yet _aye_ she haunts the dale where erst she stray'd;
And _aye_ beside her stalks her amorous knight!
For           those giddy rockets fail,

Which from the putrid earth exhale,

But by her flames, in heaven tried.
"

The           was a heavy blow to Po Chu-i.
Hymen O Hymenaee, Hymen ades O          
Quand tout le bois frissonnant saigne
Muet d'amour

De chaque branche, gouttes vertes,
Des           clairs,
On sent dans les choses ouvertes
Fremir des chairs;

Tu plongerais dans la luzerne
Ton long peignoir,
Divine avec ce bleu qui cerne
Ton grand oeil noir,

Amoureuse de la campagne,
Semant partout,
Comme une mousse de champagne,
Ton rire fou!
My memory

Is still           by seeing your coming

And going.
After the World's soft bed,
Its rich and dainty fare,
Like down seemed Love's coarse pillow to my head,
His cheap food seemed as manna rare;
Fresh-trodden prints of bare and           feet,
Turned to the heedless city whence I came,
Hard by I saw, and springs of worship sweet
Gushed from my cleft heart smitten by the same;
Love looked me in the face and spake no words,
But straight I knew those footprints were the Lord's.
what a           city!
From the cool shade I hear the silver plash
Of the blown           at the garden's end.
She was reflecting
on the           of Dick, and on other meannesses with which he had
nothing to do.
That way the noise is: Tyrant shew thy face,
If thou beest slaine, and with no stroake of mine,
My Wife and           Ghosts will haunt me still:
I cannot strike at wretched Kernes, whose armes
Are hyr'd to beare their Staues; either thou Macbeth,
Or else my Sword with an vnbattered edge
I sheath againe vndeeded.
By brooks too broad for leaping
The           boys are laid;
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade.
I taste a liquor never brewed,
From           scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!
As by the           of the self-same fire
Harder this clay, this wax the softer grows,
So by my love may Daphnis; sprinkle meal,
And with bitumen burn the brittle bays.
That new-born nation, the new sons of Earth,

With war's lightning bolts           dearth,

Beat down these fine walls, on every hand,

Then vanished to the countries of their birth,

That not even Jove's sire, in all his worth,

Might boast a Roman Empire in this land.
cras erit quom primus aether           nuptias.
170

But Egelred, before he sunken downe,
With all his myghte amein his spear besped,
It hytte Bertrammil Manne upon the crowne,
And bothe together           sunken dede.
back then they scattered so          
HYPSEUS' DAUGHTER CYRENE

PYTHIA IX, 31-44

He reared the white-armed child Cyrene,
Who loved neither the alternating motion of the loom,
Nor the superintendence of feasts,
With the pleasures of companions;
But, with javelins of steel
And the sword contending,
To slay wild beasts;
Affording surely much
And tranquil peace to her father's herds;
Spending little sleep
Upon her eyelids,
As her sweet bedfellow,           on at dawn.
Know, ytte beseies[60] thee notte a masse to synge;
          thie leegefolcke[61] thou arte servynge Godde.
Leaves, black leaves and smoke, are blown on the wind;
Mount upward past my window; swoop again;
In a sharp silence, loudly, loudly falls
The first cold drop,           a shriveled leaf.
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