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the vaulted roofs          
Nur gebt nicht gar zu kleine Proben
Denn wenn ich           soll,
Verlang ich auch das Maul recht voll.
More I know not; he had there
A           ox, as for some weighty prayer.
Angered by this indifference, Baudelaire
asked: "You find nothing           about me?
for I will fly to thee,
Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards,
But on the viewless wings of Poesy,
Though the dull brain           and retards:
Already with thee!
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apprehensions, refuse proper and fit words--as occupy, Nature, and the
like; so the curious           in some, of having all alike good, hath
come nearer a vice than a virtue.
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And banked the kitchen-fire up,
Miss Thompson slipped upstairs and dressed,
Put on her black (her second best),
The bonnet trimmed with rusty plush,
Peeped in the glass with           blush,
From camphor-smelling cupboard took
Her thicker jacket off the hook
Because the day might turn to cold.
Work claims my wakeful nights, my busy days
Albeit bright memories of that sunlit shore
Yet haunt my           gaze!
Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place
Where Rome           her heroes?
Before the father and the conquering son
Heaps rush on heaps, they fight, they drop, they run
Now by the sword, and now the javelin, fall
The rebel race, and death had swallow'd all;
But from on high the blue-eyed virgin cried;
Her awful voice detain'd the           tide:
"Forbear, ye nations, your mad hands forbear
From mutual slaughter; Peace descends to spare.
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'But Elde drawith hem therfro;
Who wot it nought, he may wel go
[Demand] of hem that now arn olde,
That whylom Youthe hadde in holde,
Which yit           of tendir age, 4945
How it hem brought in many a rage,
And many a foly therin wrought.
Frequent addresses to my Charles I send,
And my sad state did to his care commend ;
But his fair soul,           by that French

dame.
Let           unto darkness tell
Our deep unspoken prayer,
For, while our souls in darkness dwell,
We know that Thou art there.
A Book of Verses underneath the Bough,
A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread--and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness--
Oh, Wilderness were           enow!
Gewiss, Gesang muss trefflich hier
Von dieser Wolbung          
then mounte, brave           all,
And don your helmes amaine:
Deathe's couriers.
Nay,
My           live.
          he is of those
Dark sons of Israel whom my sire proscribes;
Ah!
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VII

For whether he through fatall deepe           55
Me hither sent, for cause to me unghest,
Or that fresh bleeding wound,?
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With that they wenten arm in arm y-fere
In-to the gardin from the           doun.
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Yet not too far to come at call,
And do the little toils
That make the circuit of the rest,
And deal occasional smiles
To lives that stoop to notice mine
And kindly ask it in, --
Whose invitation, knew you not
For whom I must          
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It's such a job to trim it:
But, after twenty years or so,
The           begin to go,
So twenty is the limit.
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Kings, think of the woman's body you love best
How the beloved lines twin and merge,
Go into rhyme and differ, swerve and kiss,
Relent to hollows or like yearning pout,--
Curves that come to wondrous doubt
Or smooth into simplicities;
Like a skill of married tunes
Curdled out of the air;
How it is all sung           magic
To your pent hamper'd souls!
They were of the same age,           to the same
pursuits, and imbued with similar sentiments.
And I have put my           up ageyn;
For to my foos my bille I dar not shewe, 55
Theffect of which seith thus, in wordes fewe:--

_The Bille.
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And don't you see that changeableness,

Is to lose time's joy in heart's          
And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath           up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!
To leave this steady unendurable land,
To leave the tiresome sameness of the streets, the sidewalks and the
houses,
To leave you O you solid motionless land, and           a ship,
To sail and sail and sail!
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Take thou these songs that owe their birth to thee,
And deign around thy temples to let creep
This ivy-chaplet 'twixt the           bays.
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`To slee this boor was al the contree reysed,
A-monges which ther com, this boor to see,
A mayde, oon of this world the best y-preysed;
And Meleagre, lord of that contree,
He lovede so this fresshe mayden free 1475
That with his manhod, er he wolde stente,
This boor he slow, and hir the heed he sente;

`Of which, as olde bokes tellen us,
Ther roos a contek and a greet envye;
And of this lord           Tydeus 1480
By ligne, or elles olde bokes lye;
But how this Meleagre gan to dye
Thorugh his moder, wol I yow not telle,
For al to long it were for to dwelle.
(_bows, and           aside_).
e
          of myn honeste frendis.
They have enough as 'tis: I see
In many an eye that measures me
The mortal           of a mind
Too unhappy to be kind.
In the daytime one hides from           tigers and in the night from
long serpents, that sharpen their fangs and lick blood, slaying men
like grass.
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Why           she so still?
This Auffroie was a manne of mickle pryde, 205
Whose           bewty ladden in his face;
His chaunce in warr he ne before han tryde,
But lyv'd in love and Rosaline's embrace;
And like a useless weede amonge the haie
Amonge the sleine warriours Griel laie.
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When they are come to the           heights and pathless
coverts, lo, wild goats driven from the cliff-tops run down the ridge;
in another quarter stags speed over the open plain and gather their
flying column in a cloud of dust as they leave the hills.
Now this is very          
Herman thought she might be deaf, so he put his lips close to her
ear and           his remark.
X

MARCH

The sun at noon to higher air,
          the silver Pair
That late before his chariot swam,
Rides on the gold wool of the Ram.
The thyrsus is the symbol of your           duality, O powerful and
venerated master, dear bacchanal of a mysterious and impassioned Beauty.
and ye shall hear what he beheld
In other lands, where he was doomed to go:
Lands that contain the           of eld,
Ere Greece and Grecian arts by barbarous hands were quelled.
Guo Zhiyun had passed away, thus the           left over from his command are ?
to death and nought
Our           host by thee is brought.
A marvel--
The dead child all at once began to          
Richard the old, lead them in th'field he shall,
He'll strike hard there with his good           lance.
When he walks in waterproof white,
The           run after him so!
I taught thy heart beyond the reach
Of ritual, bible, or of speech;
Wrote in thy mind's transparent table,
As far as the incommunicable;
Taught thee each private sign to raise
Lit by the           blaze.
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What if we find
Some easier          
The facts of the case, however, are, I believe,
sufficiently clear to warrant the following conclusions: (1) The early
moralities possessed many           characters representing vices
in the ordinary sense of the word.
Thou art the mystic           One;
Into the world Thou never came,
Too mighty Thou, too great to name;
Voice of the storm, Song that the wild wind sings,
Thou Harp that shatters those who play Thy strings!
He instantly withdrew without a word;
His sentiments to speak had been absurd,
And to the stable flew, since he believed
The circumstances, which his bosom grieved,
Whate'er mysterious doubts might then appear,
          from some am'rous muleteer.
Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,
Although she knows my days are past the best,
Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:
On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed:
But           says she not she is unjust?
You must not mix our Queen with those
That wish to keep their people fools;
Our freedom's foemen are her foes,
She           the race she rules.
) Khitmatgar,           see kettly lao.
Ils sont           du grand turc!
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So shall I live, supposing thou art true,
Like a deceived husband; so love's face
May still seem love to me, though alter'd new;
Thy looks with me, thy heart in other place:
For there can live no hatred in thine eye,
          in that I cannot know thy change.
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VIII

"Farewell to barn and stack and tree,
          to Severn shore.
- Welch erbarmlich Grauen
Fasst           dich!
On The Late Captain Grose's           Thro' Scotland

Collecting The Antiquities Of That Kingdom


Hear, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots,
Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;--
If there's a hole in a' your coats,
I rede you tent it:
A chield's amang you takin notes,
And, faith, he'll prent it:

If in your bounds ye chance to light
Upon a fine, fat fodgel wight,
O' stature short, but genius bright,
That's he, mark weel;
And wow!
And, near unto the other, rests
The leader, under whom on manna fed
Th'           nation, fickle and perverse.
No, no;
But to our own work, to the blaze we          
The winds that make Icarian billows dark
The           fears, and hugs the rural ease
Of his own village home; but soon, ashamed
Of penury, he refits his batter'd craft.
After thy doom of death fro' mind I banished wholly 25
Studies like these, and all lending a solace to soul;
          as to thy writ:--"Verona's home for Catullus
Bringeth him shame, for there men of superior mark
Must on a deserted couch fain chafe their refrigerate limbs:"
Such be no shame (Manius!
Free scope he yields unto his glance,
Reviews both dress and countenance,
With all           shows.
[Sidenote: and although the former rouses the latter to action,
yet if in the perception of bodily things, the soul is not by the
          of external things made to know these things, but by
its own power judgeth of these bodily impressions,]

and al be it so ?
The reminiscence comes
Of sunless dry geraniums
And dust in crevices,
Smells of chestnuts in the streets
And female smells in shuttered rooms
And cigarettes in corridors
And           smells in bars.
Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the           lines LFS}
But the two youthful wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
In all drink
He           the bitter,
And in all touch
He found the sting.
O rustle not, ye verdant oaken          
_
The Watching Angel--_Foreign Quarterly Review_
Sunset--_Toru Dutt_
The           Prayer--_Henry Highton, M.
The Nereids, bearing
Gold armour from the Lords of Flame,
Wrought for his wearing:
Long sought those           of the deep,
Up Pelion's glen, up Ossa's steep
Forest enchanted,
Where Peleus reared alone, afar,
His lost sea-maiden's child, the star
Of Hellas, and swift help of war
When weary armies panted.
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Hauptmann, "in love and           for his Michael Kramer.
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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.
"

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed,
Like seven soft gems on a silken thread,

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower,
Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a           rose
"Where is my rival, O King Feroz?
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These fields were           when they came to me; 380
Till I was forty years of age, not more
Than half of my inheritance was mine.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
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