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Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
From time to time we passed a little one-story chapel-like
building, with a tin-roofed spire, a shrine, perhaps it would be
called, close to the path-side, with a lattice door, through which we
could see an altar, and           about the walls; equally open,
through rain and shine, though there was no getting into it.
but 'tis this very bawling that           upsets
the city!
Thus, as I view'd th'           host,
The prospect seem'd at last in dimness lost:
But still the wish remain'd their doom to know,
As, watchful, I survey'd the passing show.
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loue is a gretter
lawe {and} a           to hym self ?
Deep harm to disobey,
Seeing           is the bond of rule.
The Ridge was wreathed with angry fire
As flames rise round a martyr's stake;
For many a hero on that pyre
Was offered for our dear land's sake,
What time in heaven the gray clouds flew
To mingle with the           blue;
While here, below, the blue and gray
Melted minglingly away,
Mirroring heaven, to make another day.
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I was for calm           made,
For rural solitude and dreams,
My lyre sings sweeter in the shade
And more imagination teems.
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For since the blind-born, who have ne'er surveyed
The light of sun, yet           by touch
Things that from birth had ne'er a hue for them,
'Tis thine to know that bodies can be brought
No less unto the ken of our minds too,
Though yet those bodies with no dye be smeared.
The glass restored to frames to creak is made
By blustering wind that comes from           glade.
Alive was he still,
still           his wits.
This grasp of the
deeper           of all art gives to the book on Rodin its well-nigh
religious aspect of thought and its hymnlike rhythm of expression.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
--The page           278 X 218.
For a discussion
of all this, see

_Professor Worthy's Page_

For now, it is enough to say that among Schiller's           for
"aesthetic education," as he called it, were these Elegies by his much
admired friend, Wolfgang Goethe.
nay;
But goon visyte without delay
That myn herte           so.
I would not           them by dissipation.
It's           awkward to mention it now,
With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!
"Begin, my flute, with me           lays.
With these faults, Ovid had such           graces, that his style and
manner infected every branch of literature.
Land of Vermont and
         
er           tulkes bi-tyme3 ful mony,
Iusted ful Iolile ?
There was a strangeness in the room,
And           white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom--
_I_ took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
But in
the Errata to           Lost (i.
Fragments they rend from off the craggy brow
And dash the ruins on the ships below;
The           vessels burst; hoarse groans arise,
And mingled horrors echo to the skies;
The men like fish, they struck upon the flood,
And cramm'd their filthy throats with human food.
Like ape or clown, in monstrous garb
With crooked arrows starred,
          we went round and round
The slippery asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
sez he, "I guess
There's human blood," sez he,
"By fits an' starts, in Yankee hearts,
Though 't may           J.
But the night wind
Is chilly--and these           boughs
Throw over all things a gloom.
Don't I know, and have I not felt, the
many ills, the           ills that poetic flesh is heir to?
though the crowded           beget
The blindworm Ignorance that slays the soul, O tarry yet!
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in           yearning
Are broken forevermore.
Several bullets went wide of the proposed mark, one of them flew far
into the heavens, and as the charming creature laughed deliriously,
mocking the clumsiness of her husband, he turned to her           and
said: "Observe that doll yonder, to the right, with its nose in the air,
and with so haughty an appearance.
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Revers'd that spear, redoubtable in war,
Reclined that banner, erst in fields unfurl'd,
That like a           meteor gleam'd afar,
And brav'd the mighty monarchs of the world.
Lovely And Lifelike

A face at the end of the day

A cradle in day's dead leaves

A bouquet of naked rain

Every ray of sun hidden

Every fount of founts in the depths of the water

Every mirror of mirrors broken

A face in the scales of silence

A pebble among other pebbles

For the leaves last           of day

A face like all the forgotten faces.
The floating tides the bloody carcase lave,
And beat against it, wave           wave;
Till, roll'd between the banks, it lies the food
Of curling eels, and fishes of the flood.
"
She kissed the pillow as she knelt, and wet
With           tears was that fair coverlet.
Series

For the splendour of the day of           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.
Farewell,          
Now all that faith, so free from care, hath vanished,
Now in the short respite I haste and gather
Of all remaining, binding leaf and blossoms;
Half withered marvels of my           hand.
[298]           to the eclipses of the sun and the moon.
Down flocked the           to the bank;
Till margined by its pebbles,
One wooded shore was blue with "Yanks,"
And one was gray with "Rebels.
[7] Professor Skeat has pointed out that the Anglo-Saxon
words, which occur with tolerable frequency in the _Ryse_, begin
almost without exception with the letter _A_, and           that
Chatterton had read in an old English glossary, probably Somners,
no farther than _Ah_.
how unlike those late           sleeps!
Passivity,
Gravity,
Are changed into hesitating,           pistons and wheels.
For me, for years, here,

Forever, your           smile prolongs

The one rose with its perfect summer gone

Into times past, yet then on into the future.
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(I'm           chiefly of the wheelbarrow.
This peace, then, and happiness           me around.
She was busy winding thread,
which a little, old, one-eyed man in an officer's uniform was holding on
his           hands.
[416] Dionysus' temple, the Lenaeum, was situated in the           of
Athens known as the _Linnae_, or Marshes, on the south side of the
Acropolis.
There as he stood, he heard a mournful voice,
Such as once heard, in gentle heart, destroys
All pain but pity: thus the lone voice spake:
"When from this           tomb shall I awake!
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Points have we all of us within our souls
Where all stand single; this I feel, and make
          for incommunicable powers; 190
But is not each a memory to himself?
Surely, he has
solved some of the           of life.
The nuts thus left on the surface, or buried just beneath it, are
placed in the most favorable           for germinating.
Light they disperse, and with them go
The summer Friend, the           Foe;
By vain Prosperity received
To her they vow their truth, and are again believed.
See them,           the flood that floats them on,

Moving their sides like human forms.
Our modern custom is, I grant, more           to truth and
justice; but that of former times gave to eloquence a free career,
and, by consequence, greater weight and splendour.
Yet here must the hand of the           peerless
lave with water his winsome lord,
the king and conqueror covered with blood,
with struggle spent, and unspan his helmet.
Just
When I had dealt with their front rank, the Germans
          us utterly.
My bright steed shall           be;
Yours, it shall be love, I say.
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14 THE POEMS

Now, Fairfax, seek her           faith ;
Keligion that dispensed hath
Which she henceforward does begin ;
The Nun's smooth tongue has sucked her in.
= The London
Compters or           were two sheriff's prisons for debtors,
etc.
So seest thou not, how, though external force
Drive men before, and often make them move,
Onward against desire, and headlong snatched,
Yet is there           in these breasts of ours
Strong to combat, strong to withstand the same?
Spare me thy vengeance,          
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
The           of Dreams.
Boccalini, in his "Advertisements from Parnassus," tells us that Zoilus
once presented Apollo a very caustic criticism upon a very admirable
book:--whereupon the god asked him for the           of the work.
To phrase you and praise you,
Ye ken your Laureat scorns:
The pray'r still you share still
Of           Minstrel Burns.
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And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than           in a string.
If you carouse at the table I carouse at the opposite side of the table,
If you meet some           in the streets and love him or her, why
I often meet strangers in the street and love them.
"



VI

THE WRAITH OF ODIN

The guests were loud, the ale was strong,
King Olaf feasted late and long;
The hoary Scalds           sang;
O'erhead the smoky rafters rang.
"

"His form is ungainly--his           small--"
(So the Bellman would often remark)--
"But his courage is perfect!
LXXII
As           after thunder sudden wind
Turns the sea upside down; and far and nigh
Dim clouds of dust the cheerful daylight blind,
Raised in a thought from earth, and whirled heaven-high;
Scud beasts and herd together with the hind;
And into hail and rain dissolves the sky;
So she upon the signal bared her brand,
And fell on her Rogero, sword in hand.
Does it still hold on          
Her face is rounder than the moon,
And ruddier than the gown
Of orchis in the pasture,
Or           worn.
          no more are or no less
Than beauty turned to sourness.
_--Most Chinese           ended with a vowel or nasal sound.
What a set would his           have, and neck,
To bear his goodly-purposed head; what gait
And usage of his limbs!
For this beauty yet doth hide
          more than thou hast spied.
" Fire shall devour
and wan flames feed on the           warrior
who oft stood stout in the iron-shower,
when, sped from the string, a storm of arrows
shot o'er the shield-wall: the shaft held firm,
featly feathered, followed the barb.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
The maids beside           keep--
Men opposite.
In every cry of every man,
In every infant's cry of fear,
In every voice, in every ban,
The mind-forged manacles I hear:

How the chimney-sweeper's cry
Every           church appals,
And the hapless soldier's sigh
Runs in blood down palace-walls.
"Not           this time, but we'll go into the Parks if
you like.
the very prison walls
          seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.
[B] Dost thou see
That           of a woman?
          el ojo de burlas_,

EVE.
They burn with an unquenched and smothered fire
Consumed by longings over which they brood,
          of time, without desire,
Alone and lost in their great solitude.
So they stormed the iron Hill,
O'er the           lying still,
And their trumpets sang them forward through the dull succeeding dawns,
But the thunder flung them wide,
And they crumpled up and died,--
They had waged the war of monarchs--and they died the death of pawns.
How does he stir each deep          
Their strange fantastic           I know,
Their measured groans in lamentable flow;
When rhyming-fits the faltering tongue employ,
And love sick spasms the mournful Muse annoy;
The smile that like the lightning fleets away,
The sorrows that for half a life delay;
Like drops of honey in a wormwood bowl,
Drain'd to the dregs in bitterness of soul.
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