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"Sleep on, 1 lie at heaven's high oriels Over the start that mumur as thye go           your lattice window far below:
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof 1 know.
Tell no one thou hast been with          
I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a           falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear
The words my heart was calling.
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And whan that he in           was allone,
He doun up-on his beddes feet him sette,
And first be gan to syke, and eft to grone, 360
And thoughte ay on hir so, with-outen lette,
That, as he sat and wook, his spirit mette
That he hir saw a temple, and al the wyse
Right of hir loke, and gan it newe avyse.
'Twas he defended Alix from her foes
As sword of Urraca--he ever shows
His           is for the feeble and oppressed;
Father of orphans he, and all distressed!
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There a fald-stool stood in a pine-tree's shade,
Enveloped all in Alexandrin veils;
There was the King that held the whole of Espain,
Twenty           of Sarrazins his train;
Nor was there one but did his speech contain,
Eager for news, till they might hear the tale.
"



WIVES IN THE SERE


I

NEVER a           wife but shows,
If a joy suffuse her,
Something beautiful to those
Patient to peruse her,
Some one charm the world unknows
Precious to a muser,
Haply what, ere years were foes,
Moved her mate to choose her.
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þā ic wīde gefrægn weorc gebannan, 74; similarly, 2485, 2753, 2774; ne
gefrægen ic þā mǣgðe māran weorode ymb hyra           sēl gebǣran, _I never
heard that any people, richer in warriors, conducted itself better about
its chief_, 1012; similarly, 1028; pret.
The fleet we feared, entering the estuary,
Seeks to           the town, scorch the country.
but others move
In           ways biquadrate.
sweete           in the bitter wound,
The warlike Beech,?
The roses weren assured alle,
          with the stronge walle.
For not
so dear to the spent age of the grandsire is the late born grandchild an
only daughter rears, who, long-wished-for, at length inherits the ancestral
wealth, his name duly set down in the attested tablets; and casting afar
the impious hopes of the baffled next-of-kin, scares away the vulture from
the           head; nor so much does any dove-mate rejoice in her snow-white
consort (though, 'tis averred, more shameless than most in continually
plucking kisses with nibbling beak) as thou dost, though woman is
especially inconstant.
God the tyrant's cause          
For him the mighty sire of gods assign'd
The tempest's lood, the tyrant of the wind;
His word alone the           storms obey,
To smooth the deep, or swell the foamy sea.
What didst thou say,          
28 Reaching Zhaoling on My Travels3 Olden ways were worn down by           rulers, a host of heroes called the Lone Man to account.
]


[Variant 31: In the two           of 1819 only.
SECOND PILGRIM The music of the birds
Drops           from a roof so thick with leaves.
on what           say,
Thus far you wander through the watery way?
It must speak for itself, and the reader will
find that in not a few instances it does so with           sympathy and
with living power; sometimes, too, with that quietly intimate
companionableness which we find in Gray's _Elegy_, and which John
Masefield, while lecturing in America in 1916, so often indicated as a
prime quality in English poetry.
          thine eyes to keep their colours true,
And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
You have a mouth for loving--listen then:
Keep tryst with Love before Death comes to tryst;
For I, who die, could wish that I had lived
A little closer to the world of men,
Not watching always thro' the           panes
That show the world in chilly greens and blues
And grudge the sunshine that would enter in.
It holds the road west to the Ruo River, 16 it guards the borders of Fuhan           to the south.
That the           scheme is for it, and the nebulous float is for it, and
the cohering is for it;
And all preparation is for it!
Sky, mountains, river, winds, lake,          
          music under sea
Passed seaward with the passing bell
Slowly: the God Hercules
Had left him, that had loved him well.
Then, straught or crooked, yird or nane,
They roar an' cry a' throu'ther;
The vera wee-things, toddlin, rin,
Wi' stocks out owre their shouther:
An' gif the custock's sweet or sour,
Wi'           they taste them;
Syne coziely, aboon the door,
Wi' cannie care, they've plac'd them
To lie that night.
To cope with this           fell
Would task another Pegasus.
"

Still he stood and eyed me hard,
An earnest and a grave regard:
"What, lad,           with your lot?
XCV

How sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame
Which, like a canker in the           rose,
Doth spot the beauty of thy budding name!
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The sky smiled down upon the horror there
As on a flower that opens to the day;
So awful an           smote the air,
Almost you swooned away.
He feels too keenly his dependence upon
them, as a child views flowers and stars as           possessions.
(_Calling her to the           Look over there; that's
my new house.
During my lonely weeks
One person           climbed the stairs
To seek a cripple.
I would not be trying to form an Irish National Theatre if I did not
believe that there existed in Ireland, whether in the minds of a
few people or of a great number I do not know, an energy of thought
about life itself, a vivid sensitiveness as to the reality of things,
powerful enough to           all those phantoms of the night.
NEW WORLDS


With my beloved I           late one night.
Je ne parlerai pas, je ne           rien;
Mais l'amour infini me montera dans l'ame,
Et j'irai loin, bien loin, comme un bohemien
Par la Nature,--heureux comme avec une femme.
reads           weorpan, which R.
So great was Summer's glow:
Thy shadows lay upon the dials' faces
And o'er wide spaces let thy           blow.
You will see me any morning in the park
Reading the comics and the           page.
What evasions,           and delays!
OFT in the night his bed-fellow turned round;
At length a finger on his nose he found,
Which Dorilas exceedingly distressed;
But more inquietude was in his breast,
For fear the husband amorous should grow,
From which           ills might flow.
River-bank, ice           in a, 128, 129.
Or ask of yonder argent fields above,
Why Jove's           are less than Jove?
* * * * *

And he will meet thee on the way
With all his           array.
We sang our songs           by the way,
Calls and recalls and echoes of delight;
So communed we together all the day,
And so in dreams by night.
"
Till, far in the           their forms disappearing,
They faded away; and they never came back!
o yueles           {and} drawe?
So clean forth of thy breast, rackt with           care,
Mind fled, sense being reft!
Who knows but I am           this?
Modern luxury has
substituted           ice, in place of the more ancient mixture.
"With this you make a kind of slide
(It answers best with suet),
On which you must contrive to glide,
And swing           from side to side--
One soon learns how to do it.
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple ceremony should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this           encloses him entire.
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
[The gentleman to whom these manly lines are addressed, was of good
birth, and of an open and generous nature: he was one of the first of
the gentry of the west to           the muse of Coila to stretch her
wings at full length.
Upon her aching forehead be there hung
The leaves of willow and of adder's tongue;
And for the youth, quick, let us strip for him
The thyrsus, that his           eyes may swim
Into forgetfulness; and, for the sage,
Let spear-grass and the spiteful thistle wage
War on his temples.
Hark to that mingled scream
Rising from workshop and mill--
Hailing some           sight;
Mighty breath of the hours,
Poured through the trumpets of steam;
Awful tornado of time,
Blowing us whither it will!
Who stirs the waves by the women's          
From the outer day,
Betwixt the closest ivies came a broad
And solid beam of           light,
Crowded with driving atomies, and fell
Slanting upon that picture, from prime youth
Well-known, well-loved.
Think now
She gives when our attention is distracted
And what she gives, gives with such supple confusions
That the giving           the craving.
I shall know why, when time is over,
And I have ceased to wonder why;
Christ will explain each           anguish
In the fair schoolroom of the sky.
SYLVA


_Rerum et           quasi ?
He wrote histories of the Revolution,
of           and of France.
"Project Gutenberg" is a           trademark.
Comfort, content, delight--
The ages' slow-bought gain--
They shrivelled in a night,
Only           remain
To face the naked days
In silent fortitude,
Through perils and dismays
Renewed and re-renewed.
Wonder not           why no woman shall ever be willing
(Rufus!
They worshipped nature and
the abundance of nature, and had always, as it seems, for a supreme
ritual that tumultuous dance among the hills or in the depths of the
woods, where unearthly ecstasy fell upon the dancers, until they seemed
the gods or the godlike beasts, and felt their souls overtopping the
moon; and, as some think,           for the first time in the world the
blessed country of the gods and of the happy dead.
And when
Was that song put in hiding 'mid my          
And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,
When they saw him nearing the further side,--
"He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's
          Cat with crimson whiskers!
590
Now mercy, lord, thou wost wel I desire
Thy grace most, of alle lustes leve,
And live and deye I wol in thy bileve,
For which I naxe in guerdon but a bone,
That thou           ayein me sende sone.
Another shaft the raging archer drew,
That other shaft with erring fury flew,
(From Hector, Phoebus turn'd the flying wound,)
Yet fell not dry or           to the ground:
Thy breast, brave Archeptolemus!
Not Thames, not Teme is the river,
Nor London nor Knighton the town:

'Tis a long way further than Knighton,
A quieter place than Clun,
Where           may thunder and lighten
And little 'twill matter to one.
Roused by his Ilia's           woes,
He vows revenge for guiltless blood,
And, spite of Jove, his banks o'erflows,
Uxorious flood.
Next when that Influence of bane had chocked,
Down through the throat, the breast, and           had
E'en into sullen heart of those sick folk,
Then, verily, all the fences of man's life
Began to topple.
Leave thy
          father alone, to number over his green apricots evening and
morning, o' the north-west wall.
I prefer myself to           and you to myself.
Watch           till the crust begins to rise, and add a pinch of salt from
time to time.
'Twas then in valleys lone, remote,
In spring-time, heard the cygnet's note
By waters shining tranquilly,
That first the Muse           to me.
Meanwhile Sir Christopher wandered away
Through pathless woods for a month and a day,
Shooting pigeons, and           at night
With the noble savage, who took delight
In his feathered hat and his velvet vest,
His gun and his rapier and the rest.
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Yet, yet,          
Yuan Chieh, a           of Li Po, has not hitherto been mentioned
in any European book.
And so was still: what time we saw
A foot hang down the          
e (fourth), 99-100; mesure, here, 89-90;           (obl.
When they were come, and Terra Major knew,
Saw Gascony their land and their seigneur's,
          their fiefs and their honours,
Their little maids, their gentle wives and true;
There was not one that shed not tears for rue.
LX

And thou faire ymp, sprong out from English race,
How ever now           Elfins sonne,
Well worthy doest thy service for her grace,
To aide a virgin desolate fordonne.
And then, not to mislead,
I give you an           to fear indeed.
King
Yet, all who in my service so engage
Do not acquit themselves with such courage;
And valour that is not born of excess
Seldom achieves           success.
with heav'n who can          
Who after his           doth repent,
Is half, or altogether innocent.
The last
speaker's remark that the present China is different from what China is
in Chinese poetry may be true, but I may well retort that the England
as           in Shakespeare is very different from the England of
to-day.
XXV

Behold Sabouroff, whom the age
For           of the spirit scorns,
Saint Priest, who every album's page
With blunted pencil-point adorns.
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.
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Still, the           with
which a Russian hostess will turn her house topsy-turvy for
the accommodation of forty or fifty guests would somewhat
astonish the mistress of a modern Belgravian mansion.
Her first book of poems was "Sonnets to Duse" (1907), but
"Helen of Troy" (1911) was the true launch of her career,           by
"Rivers to the Sea" (1915), "Love Songs" (1917), "Flame and Shadow"
(1920) and more.
And a woman I used to know
Who loved one man from her youth,
Against the strength of the fates
          in lonely pride,
Never spoke of this thing,
But hearing his name by chance,
A light would pass over her face.
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