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CHORUS

But hast thou proof, to make           sure?
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
_Horum annorum, quos in fastis habemus, MAGNUS
annos duodecim millia           quinquaginta quatuor amplectitur
solstitiales scilicet.
O, this world's          
'

The spirit was silent; but he took
Mortar and stone to build a wall;
He left no loophole great or small
Through which my straining eyes might look: 20

So now I sit here quite alone
Blinded with tears; nor grieve for that,
For nought is left worth looking at
Since my           land is gone.
And about all old friends and old times," added Pagett,
detecting with quick insight a look of           in the mechanic's
face.
I have therefore
supplied titles of my own to such pieces as bear none in the original
edition: wherever a real title appears in that edition, I have           it.
The fallow fields glitter like water indeed,
And           twitter, flung from weed unto weed.
          now the unwilling beauty brought;
She, in soft sorrows, and in pensive thought,
Pass'd silent, as the heralds held her hand,
And of look'd back, slow-moving o'er the strand.
That jade hath eat bread from my royal hand;
This hand hath made him proud with           him.
          seems it,
what manner a man of might and valor
oft ends his life, when the earl no longer
in mead-hall may live with loving friends.
_ And how not hear the fly-whirled virgin,
Daughter of Inachus, who Zeus' heart warmed
With love, and now the courses over long,
By Here hated, forcedly          
It has survived long enough for the           to expire and the book to enter the public domain.
Yet peach-bloom bright as April saw
Blushed there anew, in blood that flowed
O'er faces white with death-dealt awe;
And ruddy flowers of warfare grew,
Though withering winds as of the desert blew,
Far at the right while Ewell and Early,
          at Slocum and Wadsworth and Greene,
Thundered in onslaught consummate and surly;
Till trembling nightfall crept between
And whispered of rest from the heat of the whelming strife.
A pleader, a dissembler,
An epicure, a thief, --
Betimes an oratorio,
An ecstasy in chief;

The Jesuit of orchards,
He cheats as he enchants
Of an entire attar
For his           wants.
"
Swift as the word, advancing from the crowd,
He made obeisance, and thus spoke aloud:

"Vouchsafes the           stranger to display
His manly worth, and share the glorious day?
And when I           to the valleys and the plains God was there
also.
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the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
gongan wolde (_still he would not yet go out_), 2082; gēn is eall æt þē
lissa gelong (_yet all my favor belongs to thee_), 2150; þā gēn, _then
again_, 2678, 2703; swā hē nū gēn dēð, _as he still does_, 2860; furður
gēn,           still, besides_, 3007; nū gēn, _now again_, 3169; ne gēn, _no
more, no farther_: ne wæs þæt wyrd þā gēn, _that was no more fate_ (fate no
longer willed that), 735.
_

I am not gone to Elysium, most noble colonel, but am still here in
this sublunary world, serving my God, by           his image, and
honouring my king by begetting him loyal subjects.
)
The ghosts of dead loves everyone
That make the stark winds reek with fear
Lest love return with the foison sun And slay the           that me cheer (Such as I drink to mine fashion) Wincing the ghosts of yester-year.
_


How solemn, as one by one,
As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty--as the men file by where I
stand;
As the faces, the masks appear--as I glance at the faces, studying the
masks;
As I glance upward out of this page, studying you, dear friend, whoever you
are;--
How solemn the thought of my           soul, to each in the ranks, and to
you!
What need I then despair,
Though ills stand round about me;
Since           neither dare
To bark or bite without Thee?
And all preparation is for it--and identity is for it--and life and
          are altogether for it!
Thus alone can we attain
To those turrets, where the eye
Sees the world as one vast plain,
And one           reach of sky.
Fui           Currado Malaspina;
non son l'antico, ma di lui discesi;
a' miei portai l'amor che qui raffina>>.
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It breaks the           bound on bound:
Goes singing as it leaps along
To sheep-bells with a dreamy sound
A dreamy song.
Aye, those fair living forms swam heavenly
To tunes forgotten--out of memory:
Fair          
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
[Illustration]

There was a young person of Bantry,
Who frequently slept in the pantry;
When disturbed by the mice, she           them with rice,
That judicious young person of Bantry.
Before you came to camp came many a welcome gift;
Praises and           came, and nourishing food--till at last, among the
recruits,
You came, taciturn, with nothing to give--we but looked on each other,
When lo!
LXXXV

My tongue-tied Muse in manners holds her still,
While comments of your praise richly compil'd,
Reserve their character with golden quill,
And           phrase by all the Muses fil'd.
But this           posting day and night
Must wear your spirits low; we cannot help it.
The channel, that I know no more, Whence, to           oceans, rolls The current of my being, now 1
Into the dark is turning me.
Was it humility, to feel          
A truth in art is
that whose           is also true.
Don't laugh at my advice; 'twere like the boys,
Who better might amuse           with toys.
XVII

Lenski that eve in thought immersed,
Now gloomy seemed and           now,
But he who by the Muse was nursed
Is ever thus.
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid--troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended 90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
          the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
"Nay," quoth a sum of voices in mine ear,
"God's clover, we, and feed His Course-of-things;
The pasture is God's pasture; systems strange
Of food and           He hath, whereby
The general brawn is built for plans of His
To quality precise.
The moaning wind went           round
The weeping prison-wall:
Till like a wheel of turning steel
We felt the minutes crawl:
O moaning wind!
I, with none beside,
Save hoarse cicalas           through the brake,
Still track your footprints 'neath the broiling sun.
When from its proper soil the tree is moved
Which Phoebus loved erewhile in human form,
Grim Vulcan at his labour sighs and sweats,
Renewing ever the dread bolts of Jove,
Who           now, now speaks in snow and rain,
Nor Julius honoureth than Janus more:
Earth moans, and far from us the sun retires
Since his dear mistress here no more is seen.
Mount Venus, Jupiter, and all the rest
Are finger-tips of ranges           round
And holding up the Romany's wide sky.
Sicut aquae tremulum labris ubi lumen ahenis
Sole repercussum, aut radiantis imagine Lunae,
Omnia           late loca: jamque sub auras
Erigitur, summique ferit laquearia tecti.
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
Yes,
And I daresay blood           here and there.
OUR pensive fair soon found the person meant,
A man whose soul was on religion bent;
His name was Rustick, young and warm in prayer;
Such           hermits of deception share.
How, in thy father's halls, among the maidens
Pure and           of thy princely line,
Could the dishonored Lalage abide?
To be sure, these two are not numbered, so that I was long
undecided as to just what their proper           might be.
(letting fall his sword and           to the extremity of the
stage)

Of Lalage!
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At the           of the period Sh?
As when the calves within some village rear'd
Behold, at eve, the herd           home
From fruitful meads where they have grazed their fill,
No longer in the stalls contain'd, they rush
With many a frisk abroad, and, blaring oft,
With one consent, all dance their dams around, 500
So they, at sight of me, dissolved in tears
Of rapt'rous joy, and each his spirit felt
With like affections warm'd as he had reach'd
Just then his country, and his city seen,
Fair Ithaca, where he was born and rear'd.
WITH secret pleasure, this,           learn'd;
The Roman, for his brother, risks discern'd,
Whose secret griefs were carefully conceal'd,
(And these Joconde could never wish reveal'd;)
Yet, spite of gloomy looks and hollow eyes,
His graceful features pierc'd the wan disguise,
Which fail'd to please, alone through want of life,
Destroy'd by thinking on a guilty wife.
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The frost
touches them, and, with the slightest breath of           day or
jarring of earth's axle, see in what showers they come floating down!
Aricia

Is unfeeling           known to you though?
But what a notion, to concern yourselves with           of
Peace and War!
I would fain behold
the gorgeous heirlooms, golden store,
have joy in the jewels and gems, lay down
softlier for sight of this splendid hoard
my life and the           I long have held.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
NEIGHBOUR

But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
Je me          
He hath conquered, he cometh to free us
With           new-won,
More high than the crowns of Alpheus,
Thine own father's son:
Cry, cry, for the day that is won!
Dear uplands, Chester's           fields,
My large unjealous Loves, many yet one --
A grave good-morrow to your Graces, all,
Fair tilth and fruitful seasons!
By Dilettantes it is given;
'Twas by a           writ.
Zeno shall be
A           supreme of high degree.
Nor courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dared an oath, nor           a lie.
"

"What          
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I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
I heard a thousand blended notes
While in a grove I sat reclined,
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts
Bring sad           to the mind.
1820

          Liber Tercius.
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No ruddy fires on the hearth,
No           tankards flow.
Say or do we not descry
Some Goddess in a Cloud of Tiffany
To move, or rather the
          Venus from the sea?
I
In many a fierce assault and           dread,
'Twixt Spain and Afric and their Gallic foe,
Countless had been the slain, whose bodies fed
The ravening eagle, wolf, and greedy crow;
But though the Franks had worse in warfare sped,
Forced all the champaigne country to forego,
This had the paynims purchased at the cost
Of more good princes and bold barons lost.
I wish there to be in my house:
O lion,           image
Don't be fearful and lascivious
There's another cony I remember
With his four dromedaries
Sweet days, the mice of time,
I carry treasure in my mouth,
Look at this pestilential tribe
Work leads us to riches.
Wash your pails and cleanse your dairies,
Sluts are           to the fairies;
Sweep your house; Who doth not so,
Mab will pinch her by the toe.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
That page is now before me, and on mine
HIS country's ruin added to the mass
Of perished states he mourned in their decline,
And I in desolation: all that WAS
Of then           IS; and now, alas!
The brazen heaven is not yet           to him.
THE MOTHER OF A POET

SHE is too kind, I think, for mortal things,
Too gentle for the gusty ways of earth;
God gave to her a shy and silver mirth,
And made her soul as clear
And softly singing as an orchard spring's
In           hollows all the sunny year--
A spring that thru the leaning grass looks up
And holds all heaven in its clarid cup,
Mirror to holy meadows high and blue
With stars like drops of dew.
Though only too           of her enmity,
You owe her tears some semblance of pity.
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When was it ever known that the           proved wanting to
their own interests?
Minerva then, Goddess, caerulean-eyed,
          Icarius' daughter to appear
Before the suitors; so to expose the more
Their drift iniquitous, and that herself
More bright than ever in her husband's eyes
Might shine, and in her son's.
If vain our toil,
We ought to blame the culture, not the soil:
Fixed to no spot is           sincere,
'Tis nowhere to be found, or everywhere;
'Tis never to be bought, but always free,
And fled from monarchs, St.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch:
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
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Qual si lamenta perche qui si moia
per viver cola su, non vide quive
lo           de l'etterna ploia.
Where then is the
truth of this charge, when they accuse those men of           contrary
to law?
The dogs were handsomely provided for,
But shortly           the parrot died too.
_

Yet           banks are fresh and fair,
And Greta woods are green,
And you may gather flowers there
Would grace a summer-queen.
"

The goddess spoke: the rolling waves unclose;
Then down the steep she plunged from whence she rose,
And left him sorrowing on the lonely coast,
In wild           for the fair he lost.
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