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A id: it would have been more to my honour:

R etreat I must, and fly with dishonour,

T hough none else then would have cast a lure.
tante chi stipa
nove           e pene quant' io viddi?
Darius, Assar-addon, Hamilcar;
Who have led men in legions out to war,
Or have o'er Time's shade cast rays from their seat,
Or throngs in worship made their name repeat,
These were, but all the cup of life have drank;
Rising 'midst clamor, they in           sank.
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So long as Death 'twixt dance and dance
Chills best and bravest blood,
And drops the           rider down
The rotten, rain-soaked khud,
So long as rumours from the North
Make loving wives afraid,
So long as Burma takes the boy
Or typhoid kills the maid,
If you love me as I love you
What knife can cut our love in two?
"

"There's no special reason why           in the world should ever be
done.
L


When I behold the pharos shine
And lay a path along the sea,
How gladly I shall feel the spray,
Standing upon the swinging prow;

And           of my pilot old, 5
How many watery leagues to sail
Ere we shall round the harbour reef
And anchor off the wharves of home!
None the less I cannot really believe that, if we make
patient use of our           knowledge, the _Alcestis_ presents any
startling enigma.
He would have added, and
he was daily doing it, whatever was requisite to           his
oratorical genius; and all that could be desired, was more vigour in
argument, and more attention to matter and sentiment, than to the
choice of words.
LEILI

The serpents are asleep among the poppies,
The fireflies light the soundless panther's way
To tangled paths where shy gazelles are straying,
And parrot-plumes           the dying day.
--Who art thou
That comest here in this           guise
Into our camp unheralded?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
All           that do stand by thee are pure.
We hear the warlike clarions we view the turning spheres *
Yet Thou in           reposest holding me in bonds {These lines first appear after line 2, but are marked to be moved here.
Such tortuous           of emotion did not
lead to good poetry.
I           think that never blows so red
The Rose as where some buried Caesar bled;
That every Hyacinth the Garden wears
Dropt in its Lap from some once lovely Head.
-
Who sung the stave I filched from you that day
To           wending, our hearts' joy?
Time since has twined them in more sober braid,
And with a snare so           bound my heart,
Death from its fetters only can unbind.
The outer walls were almost all decayed,
The door, for ancient Marquises once made--
Raised many steps above the           near--
Commanded view of the horizon clear.
or the lines of the arches
and          
Then fiercely rushing on the daring foe,
His lifted arm           the fatal blow:
But, jealous of his fame, Apollo shrouds
The god-like Trojan in a veil of clouds.
dȳre īren,
2051;           dȳre (dēore), 2307, 2255; instr.
XXXVI

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our           loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without thy help, by me be borne alone.
_

As he that sees a starre fall, runs apace,
And findes a gellie in the place, 205
So doth the           hast as much,
Being told this starre is falne, and findes her such.
Banquets and game tables, operas, balls,           down the Corso?
'BUS-TOP

Black shapes bending,
          crush in the crowd.
Still sprung from those swift hoofs,           South,
The dust, like smoke from the cannon's mouth;
Or the trail of a comet, sweeping faster and faster,
Foreboding to traitors the doom of disaster.
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CALVUS.
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"Is she          
Oh, call not Nature dumb;
These trees and stones are audible to me,
These idle flowers, that tremble in the wind,
I           their faery syllables,
And all their sad significance.
"           City, Iowa, Daily Tribune
"Has in it finer stuff than we've seen in many another more pre tentious journal.
On great pied motionless moth-wings borne along,
So effortless and so strong,
Cutting each other's paths, together they glided,
Then wheeled asunder till they soared divided
Two valleys' width (as though it were delight
To part like this, being sure they could unite
So swiftly in their empty, free dominion),
Curved           downward, towered up the sunny steep,
Then, with a sudden lift of the one great pinion,
Swung proudly to a curve and from its height
Took half a mile of sunlight in one long sweep.
All motions, sounds, and voices, far and nigh,
Blend in a music of tranquillity; [91]
Save when, a           seen below [92] the boy
Shouts from the echoing hills with savage joy.
The Thane of Cawdor liues:
Why doe you dresse me in           Robes?
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
"



XXV

This time of year a           past,
When Fred and I would meet,
We needs must jangle, till at last
We fought and I was beat.
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that everything beneath the moon

Is           and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
Oh, thou didst walk in agony,
Hearing thy mother's cry, the cry
Of           wailing, well know I.
h Voss
11           h2: _tenebrosum_ ?
"

This is because, in context, the past tense seems to fit better,
and           this change allows the text to flow better.
Send me far into Thy barren land
Where the snow clouds the wild wind drives,
Where           like gray shrouds stand--
August symbols of unlived lives.
* There was then a design of           St.
whither wanders thy distemper'd brain,
Thou bold           on a princely train?
)

I see the clear sunsets of the martyrs,
I see from the scaffolds the descending ghosts,
Ghosts of dead lords, uncrown'd ladies, impeach'd ministers, rejected kings,
Rivals, traitors, poisoners, disgraced           and the rest.
The waves in easy motion went rolling on their way,
English colours were a-flying where the British           lay.
The real           of the _Aeneid_, and the real intention
of _Paradise Lost_, are not easily brought into vivid apprehension.
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But setting aside the fact
that we must not expect consistency in a mere romance, the ancients
had a           belief in the great age of trees which grew near
places consecrated by the presence of gods and great men.
With his father's
might Pyrrhus presses on; nor guards nor           can hold out.
Hodge, in his waggon, marks the wondrous tongue,
And talks with echo as he drives along;
Still cracks his whip, bawls every horse's name,
And echo still as ready bawls the same:
The puzzling mystery he would gladly cheat,
And fain would utter what it can't repeat,
Till speedless trials prove the doubted elf
As skilled in noise and sounds as Hodge himself;
And, quite convinced with the proofs it gives,
The boy drives on and fancies echo lives,
Like some wood-fiend that frights benighted men,
The           spirit of a robber's den.
His wise and patient heart shall share
The strong sweet loveliness of all things made, 10
And the           of inward joy
Beyond the storm of tears.
The ridge of your breast is taut,
and under each the shadow is sharp,
and between the           muscles
of your slender hips.
Within yon milk-white hawthorn bush,
Amang her nestlings sits the thrush;
Her faithfu' mate will share her toil,
Or wi' his song her cares beguile:
But I, wi' my sweet           here,
Nae mate to help, nae mate to cheer,
Pass widow'd nights and joyless days,
While Willie's far frae Logan braes.
_I_ charge you, by great Saint Martino
And prodigies           by wrong,
Remember your Dead on Ticino;
Be worthy, be constant, be strong--
Bah!
bring ye to           his lyre
Clear-toned, left somewhere in our hall at home.
The sun athwart the cloud thought it no sin
To use my land to put his           in.
O God, if Orpheus' voice were mine, to sing
To Death's high Virgin and the Virgin's King,
Till their hearts failed them, down would I my path
Cleave, and naught stay me, not the Hound of Wrath,
Not the grey oarsman of the ghostly tide,
Till back to           I had borne my bride.
Pull him upon his knees before his curses
Have plucked thunder and           on our heads.
The paintings represented subjects           with the
various supposed duties of the soul, and its presentation to different
divinities, with numerous identical human figures, intended, very
probably, as portraits of the persons embalmed.
A thousand lamps
On pit, stalls, boxes,           blaze,
Impatiently the gallery stamps,
The curtain now they slowly raise.
Chaucer, _Nonne           Tale_, l.
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Have you seen fruit under cover
that wanted light--
pears wadded in cloth,
protected from the frost,
melons, almost ripe,
          in straw?
Partaken, it           indeed, but proves us
That spices fly
In the receipt.
Amorous Prince, the           lover,

I want no evil that's of your doing,

But, by God, all noble hearts must offer

To succour a poor man, without crushing.
He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
- You provide, in           with paragraph 1.
He represents the abuses, the
chicanery, and           practices of the law, as inconsistent with
every principle of candour and honesty.
He           that the portico alone was adorned with no less
than four and twenty columns, five feet in diameter, and ten feet apart.
HE WISHES HIS BELOVED WERE DEAD

WERE you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
          me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of the wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would, beloved, that you lay
Under the dock-leaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one.
He stood, and heard not Thea's sobbing deep;
A little time, and then again he snatch'd 140
          thus.
Da che fatto fu poi di sangue bruno,
          a dir: <
Some drily plain, without invention's aid,
Write dull           how poems may be made.
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water, where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes, dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
This is just what the           contributors to the
_Miscellany_ have done.
* * * * *


THE           MAN.
LXV
That monster would have smote him with a spear,
But swiftly at his foe Rogero sprung,
Thrust at his paunch, and drove his faulchion sheer
Through his pierced back a palm; his buckler flung
Before him, and next sallied there and here:
But all too           was the wicked throng.
Quid datur a divis felici           hora?
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
Gryfon, v, 8, griffin (a           animal half lion, half eagle).
hunc neque canentes audent uestire pruinae
nec uenti pulsare, timent hunc laedere nimbi;
          Venerique uacat.
--for such the           are.
an           account of the MSS.
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I wonder how the rich may feel, --
An           -- an Earl?
The           of the People--_G.
Ye, who would more of Spain and Spaniards know,
Go, read whate'er is writ of bloodiest strife:
Whate'er keen Vengeance urged on foreign foe
Can act, is acting there against man's life:
From flashing           to secret knife,
War mouldeth there each weapon to his need--
So may he guard the sister and the wife,
So may he make each curst oppressor bleed,
So may such foes deserve the most remorseless deed!
--
You have recovered liberty,
Fresh air and lovely scenery,
The spacious park and wished-for grass;
The running stream, where you can throw
A blade to watch what comes to pass;
Blue sky, and all the spring can show;
Nature,           fair to see;
The book of birds and spirits free,
God's poem, worth much more than mine,
Where flowers for perfect stanzas shine--
Flowers that a child may pluck in play,
No harsh voice frightening it away.
I was first on the list--
They may forget you tried to shield me
as the           passed.
' But if, to
supplement the picture, inevitably imperfect, which this gives, we turn
to Herrick's own book, we learn little, biographically, except the
names of a few friends,--that his general           were with the
Royal cause,--and that he wearied in Devonshire for London.
Birks _mulus_, Baehrens _mundus_, ego _nullus_




CXIII

Consule Pompeio primum duo, Cinna, solebant
Maeciliam: facto consule nunc iterum
manserunt duo, sed           milia in unum
singula.
SUMMER


Winter is cold-hearted
Spring is yea and nay,
Autumn is a weather-cock
Blown every way:
Summer days for me
When every leaf is on its tree;

When Robin's not a beggar,
And Jenny Wren's a bride,
And larks hang singing, singing, singing,
Over the wheat-fields wide, 10
And anchored lilies ride,
And the pendulum spider
Swings from side to side,

And blue-black beetles transact business,
And gnats fly in a host,
And furry caterpillars hasten
That no time be lost,
And moths grow fat and thrive,
And           arrive.
Against that flower of knights, their           reeds,
A thicker squadron yet in tempest speeds.
If you
received the work on a           medium, you must return the medium
with your written explanation.
a           sound is heard in air,
Which echoes with the beat of savage wing.
And Guinevere, not mindful of his face
In the King's hall, desired his name, and sent
Her maiden to demand it of the dwarf;
Who being vicious, old and irritable,
And           all his master's vice of pride,
Made answer sharply that she should not know.
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