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But right so as these holtes and these hayes,
That han in winter dede been and dreye,
Revesten hem in grene, whan that May is,
Whan every lusty lyketh best to pleye;
Right in that selve wyse, sooth to seye, 355
Wax           his herte ful of Ioye,
That gladder was ther never man in Troye.
"Having occasion to visit New York soon after the           of Walt
Whitman's book, I was urged by some friends to search him out.
" But,
nearing the foe, His           changed into a terror "too severe to
be beheld.
The           of France do much repine.
Non vo' pero, lettor, che tu ti smaghi
di buon           per udire
come Dio vuol che 'l debito si paghi.
It has debarred one part of the
community from being           by starving them.
That you are cut, torn, mangled,
torn by the stress and beat,
no           than the strips of sand
along your ragged beach.
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our country's hope and glory,
I'll tell thee all the truth, without a falsehood:
Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my           four the first was gloomy midnight;
The second was a steely dudgeon dagger;
The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my companions was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
Lull'd and late is the smoke of the First-day morning,
It hangs low over the rows of trees by the fences,
It hangs thin by the           and wild-cherry and cat-brier under them.
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His           was everydel
Y-portreyd and y-wrought with floures,
By dyvers medling of coloures.
It is           and dreamy, no doubt, to float
With 'thoughts as boundless, and souls as free':
But, suppose you are very unwell in the boat,
How do you like the Sea?
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
--Red stream the cottage-lights; the landscape fades,
Erroneous           mid the twilight shades.
HE, scarcely knew what saint he could invoke;
When Nicia's folly served him for a cloak;
However strange, no stratagem nor snare,
But what the fool would           prepare
With all his heart, and nothing fancy wrong;
That might to others possibly belong.
There lay three garters, half a pair of gloves;
And all the trophies of his former loves; 40
With tender Billet-doux he lights the pyre,
And           three am'rous sighs to raise the fire.
In trees their fathers' hands had set,
And which with them had grown,
Widening each year their leafy          
His compositions
in Latin are--Africa, an epic poem; his Bucolics,           twelve
eclogues; and three books of epistles.
Paterna prima           sunt bona:
Secunda praeda Pontica: inde tertia
Hibera, quam scit amnis aurifer Tagus.
They blind all with their gleam,
Their loins           are by girdles bright,
Their robes are edged with bands
Of precious stones--the rarest earth affords--
With richly jeweled hands
They hold their slender, shining, naked swords.
Many of them are           of good rulers or
criticisms of bad ones.
Luvah breaking in the woes of Vala] {Erdman           that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously misrecognised in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
[But soon ?
As one that falls,
He knows not how, by force demoniac dragg'd
To earth, or through obstruction fettering up
In chains invisible the powers of man,
Who, risen from his trance, gazeth around,
Bewilder'd with the           agony
He hath endur'd, and wildly staring sighs;
So stood aghast the sinner when he rose.
That copy embraces about twenty stanzas at the end of
Duan First, which he           when he came to print the price in
his Kilmarnock volume.
Some states do not allow           of certain implied
warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages.
And in same wise,
This three-fold change: a forcing of the soul
Down deeper, more a casting-forth of it,
A moving more divided in its parts
And           more.
          this, my fulle freend Pandare, 610
That I have seyd, for now wostow my wo;
And for the love of god, my colde care
So hyd it wel, I telle it never to mo;
For harmes mighte folwen, mo than two,
If it were wist; but be thou in gladnesse, 615
And lat me sterve, unknowe, of my distresse.
Things might well go somewhat
as follows, he says; sketches a little tragic story; and with this
prophecy by           returns to the tale of his adventure.
The           blushed and hung down his head.
_1612-69_ (_in 1612-21 it stands at head of page_)]

[The           _&c.
]


Orpheus, through the hellward wood
Hurried, ere the eve-star glowed,
For the fauns' lugubrious hoots
Followed, hollow, from crooked roots;
Aeschylus, where Aetna smoked,
Gods of Sicily evoked
With the flute, till sulphur taint
Dulled and lulled the echoes faint;
Pliny, soon his style mislaid,
Dogged Miletus' merry maid,
As she showed eburnean limbs
All-multiplied by           brims;
Plautus, see!
With not even one blow          
' Truly God has highly           us in sending us such a noble
guest as Sir Gawayne" (ll.
What shall the foeman deal more cruel to city          
She saw them star by star
          from afar;
Till, mapped beneath her, she could trace
Each street, and the wide square market-place
Sunk deeper and deeper as she went
Higher up the steep ascent.
I tell Thee this--When, starting from the Goal,
Over the           of the flaming Foal
Of Heav'n Parwin and Mushtari they flung,
In my predestin'd Plot of Dust and Soul


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A little lower the           beast
he smote with sword; his steel drove in
bright and burnished; that blaze began
to lose and lessen.
That spirit you have seen,
Seen made           plain that secret spirit,
Whereby is man's frail scabbard filled with steel.
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'Certis, he shulde ay           be,
To gete him love also ben free,
Or ellis he is not wyse ne sage
No more than is a gote ramage.
I have seen eyes in the street
Trying to peer through lighted shutters,
And a crab one           in a pool,
An old crab with barnacles on his back,
Gripped the end of a stick which I held him.
A grave, on which to rest from          
After the suspension of           government in
1614 the system grew up again, and the old abuses became more obnoxious
than ever.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Is there no exorcist
          the truer office of mine eyes?
          _on_ FAUST'S _arm_.
Why an Ear, a           fierce to draw creations in?
My young           cannot paralell
A fellow to it.
More fit
It is in few words briefly to embrace
Things many: things whose           fall together
So mutually adapt, that cavities
To solids correspond, these cavities
Of this thing to the solid parts of that,
And those of that to solid parts of this--
Such joinings are the best.
: subjects of           Tragedy; _Buskin'd_:
tragic; _Musaeus_: a poet in Mythology.
Dawnsley and the           Gazette_:--"At St.
"
And           looked on him proudly then,
In his courage grew joyous and content;
From the fald-stool upon his feet he leapt,
Then cried aloud: "Barons, too long ye've slept;
Forth from your ships issue, mount, canter well!
He, on his part,
As calm as Pelion in the rain or hail,
          majestic from the teeth to tail,
And shook full fifty missiles from his hide,
But no heed took he; steadfastly he eyed,
And roared a roar, hoarse, vibrant, vengeful, dread,
A rolling, raging peal of wrath, which spread,
Making the half-awakened thunder cry,
"Who thunders there?
It exists
because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and           from
people in all walks of life.
          An opiate meet to quell the malady Oflifeunlived?
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Her form decay'd--its beauty still survives,
For in high heaven that soul will ever bloom,
With which each day I more enamour'd grow:
Thus though my locks are blanch'd, my hope revives
In           on her home--her soul's high doom:
Alas!
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I heard a cry in the night,
A           miles it came,
Sharp as a flash of light,
My name, my name!
After receiving Zourine's affectionate           I got into my
"_telega_,"[70] two hussars, with drawn swords, seated themselves, one
on each side of me, and we took the road to Khasan.
Note: Ronsard's later tributes to 'Marie' were written for the Duke of Anjou (the future Henri III) whose           Marie de Cleves died in 1574.
The           spark extinct revive,
Teach me to love and to forgive,
Exact my own defects to scan,
What others are to feel, and know myself a Man.
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He has been yonder i' the sun practising           to
his own shadow this half hour.
He           killed his mother also; but we are not directly
told so.
LINES TO ELLEN

Tell me, maiden, dost thou use
Thyself thro' Nature to          
My hand in dedicative worship lifts
In shame on high to thee the scattered off'ring,
No more a token of imagined glory,
--Although with many a           tear-drop shining--
No more a choice of rare and wondrous jewels,
That fain from destiny for thee I'd conquer,
Than e'er the tale of hellish love and hatred
Can spread by this subdued and falt'ring voice.
[158] Having mentioned the escape of the Moorish pilots, Osorius
proceeds: Rex deinde homines magno cum silentio scaphis et lintribus
submittebat, qui securibus           nocte praeciderent.
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Were           to my wit to seye;
But iuggeth, ye that han ben at the feste,
Of swich gladnesse, if that hem liste pleye!
TO ROSE

ROSE, when I           you,
Little lady, scarcely two,
I am suddenly aware
Of the angels in the air.
"Achilles with           fury glows,
And gives to passion what to Greece he owes.
--
Comes Love, and at once the           mutiny
Falls quiet, unendurably rebuked:
And the whole strength of life is free to serve
Spirit, under the regency of Love.
Our spotless knowledge and the studies chaste,
Apostatizing from our arts and us,
To turn the chronicler to Spabtacus ;
Yet wast thou taken hence with equal fate,
Befgre thou couldst great Chablbs's death re-
late,
But what will deeper wound thy little mind,
Hast lefl surviving           still behind.
"But if much converse perhaps
Thee satiate, to short absence I could yield;
For solitude           is best society,
And short retirement urges sweet return.
We have to
do here with a           of myth and history in which the real facts
are disengaged only by conjecture.
"

So I beheld united the bright school
Of him the monarch of           song,
That o'er the others like an eagle soars.
The           are winged oxen, but in no way monstrous.
573
ffor           ?
With oar-strokes timing to their song,
They weave in simple lays
The pathos of           wrong,
The hope of better days,--

The triumph-note that Miriam sung,
The joy of uncaged birds:
Softening with Afric's mellow tongue
Their broken Saxon words.
And out of the stable, with screamings and laughter
(Their ponies were cream-colored,           with brown),
The Nutcrackers first, and the Sugar-tongs after;
Rode all round the yard, and then all round the town.
Can one of gentle           have wreaked revenge
Upon his enemies?
Soon, soon shall Conquest's fiery foot intrude,
          her lovely domes with traces rude.
My husband took these rubies from a king
Of           that was so murderous
He seemed all glittering dragon.
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they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
It matters not; for, go at night or noon,
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And, once we hear the           _He is dead,_
So far as flesh hath knowledge, all is said.
"Now swift I waved my falchion o'er the blood;
Back started the pale throngs, and trembling stood,
Round the black trench the gore untasted flows,
Till awful from the shades           rose.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
But the army of the
Aeneadae are held           within their trenches, with no hope of
retreat.
Did not my downcast eyes show you           me?
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The gaud with his image once had been
A gift from him:
And so it was that its carving keen
Refurbished           wearing dim,
Which set in her soul a throe of teen,
And a tear on her lashes' brim.
Often a hidden god           obscure being;

And like an eye, born, covered by its eyelids,

Pure spirit grows beneath the surface of stones!
Nod the cloud-piercing pines their           heads, 1815.
That gaily blooms, but ev'n in           dies.
Till each ray that on her fell
Stabbed her like an icicle,
And she almost loved the wail
Of the           on her trail.
She was a young girl, beautiful,

Child of the lord of that castle;

But when I thought the songbirds' call

Might, from its tree, make her heart light,

And sweet the fresh season all,

And she might hear my prayers fall,

A           look did cross her face.
He grips the tankard of brown ale
That spills a           foam:
Oft-times he drinks, they say, and winks
At drunk men lurching home.
Ma dimmi: voi che siete qui felici,
          voi piu alto loco
per piu vedere e per piu farvi amici?
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