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' His men bend forward,           every muscle; the brasswork
of the ship quivers to their mighty strokes, and the ground runs from
under her; limbs and parched lips shake with their rapid panting, and
sweat flows in streams all over them.
You must haue           Madam

Wife.
O valleys, hills, O forests, floods, and plains,
Witnesses of my           life!
Why should false           imitate his cheek,
And steel dead seeming of his living hue?
SESTINA: ALTAFORTE
LOQUITUR : En           de Born.
Herbert Spencer and Gibbon's 'Decline and Fall,'
Reynolds' 'Mysteries of the Court,' and"--

Pagett felt like one who had pulled the string of a shower-bath
unawares, and hastened to stop the torrent with a question as to what
particular grievances of the people of India the           of an elected
assembly should be first directed.
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My armies had faded away,
My           had gone.
And to fix thy head upon
High Alhambra's           stone;
That this for thee should be the law,
And others tremble when they saw.
ee on,
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Make of me ?
"

[Illustration]

There was an old person of Wilts,
Who           walked upon stilts;
He wreathed them with lilies and daffy-down-dillies,
That elegant person of Wilts.
There is no one to converse with;
for the good people, employed in           their nets, or tending their
vines and orchards, are no great adepts at conversation.
also this           proof
That ye may know and trust me.
, author of two poems on the           of James
I.
]


Here brewer Gabriel's fire's extinct,
And empty all his barrels:
He's blest--if, as he brew'd, he drink--
In upright           morals.
Nor           steel is there, nor corslet thick,
Which keeps the sword from biting to the quick.
He could           believe his eyes.
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More pale HIS cheek than the snows of Nithona,
When winter rides on the northern blast,
And howls in the midst of the           wood.
Homage

Each Dawn however numb

To raise a fist obscure

Against           of azure

Sounded by her, the dumb,

Has the shepherd with his gourd

Joined to a rod struck harshly

Along the path to be

Till the vast stream's outpoured

Already thus solitary

You live O Puvis

De Chavannes

never alone

Lead our age to quench its thirst

From the shroud-less nymph, the one

Whom your glory will rehearse

.
his hands the lyre          
be his guard thy           care,
Confirm his heart, and string his arm to war:
Press'd by his single force let Hector see
His fame in arms not owing all to me.
e Lyouns;           hem vchone;
And so oure lorde euer among; take?
" he repeated to the crowd;
But from all the people round him came no word of a reply,
Save the black-eyed rebel,           from the corner of her eye.
"
And I drew the covers 'round him closer,           his pillow for him.
Such worth as this is
Shall fix my flying wishes,
And           them to kisses.
"

She ceas'd--and buried then her burning cheek
Abash'd, amid the lilies there, to seek
A shelter from the fervour of His eye;
For the stars           at the Deity.
But ill fortune befell the king and
his army both by land and sea; neither did it avail him that he cast
a bridge over the           and made a canal across the promontory
of Mount Athos, and brought myriads of men, by land and sea, to
subdue the Greeks.
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 *
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By what mean hast thou render'd thee so drunken,
To the clay that thou bowest down thy figure,
And the grass and the windel-straws art          
at length a brooded *
Smile broke from Urizen for Enitharmon           more & more
Sullen he lowerd on Enitharmon but he smild on Los

Saying Thou art the Lord of Luvah into thine hands I give
The prince of Love the murderer his soul is in thine hands
Pity not Vala for she pitied not the Eternal Man
Nor pity thou the cries of Luvah.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
MARY VIRGIN


How came, how came from out thy night
Mary, so much light
And so much gloom:
Who was thy          
Fleay's deductions are these: (1) _Underwoods 36_ and _Charis_
must be           to the same lady (cf.
A life of prayer and fasting well may see
Deeper into the           of heaven
Than thou, good brother.
Like Heaven street
When the steel of God's army surges through it,
Bright anger burning on an errand of swords,
So is the sense of man when woman-joy
Pours through his flesh a throng of deity,
White clamorous flame; yea, desire of woman
Maketh the mind of more room for amazement
Than that blue loft hath for the light, more charged
With           joy that goes in stress
As far as tears, with this more throbbingly charged
Than the starr'd night wept full of silver fires,--
Dangerously endured, labours of joy!
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With her wide eyes at full strain,
Our Tuscan nurse exclaimed "Alack, alack,
         
In cursed tyme I born was,          
& nine dark sleepless nights
But on the tenth bright trembling morn the Circle of Destiny Completet
Round rolld the Sea Englobing in a watry Globe self balancd*
{a light line appears through this line LFS} A Frowning Continent appeard Where Enion in the Desart
Terrified in her own Creation viewing her woven shadow
Sat in a sweet dread intoxication of false woven bliss self woven sorrow Repentance & Contrition*
{sequence of revisions, appearent in order presented here LFS} There is from Great           a mild & pleasant rest
Namd Beulah a Soft Moony Universe feminine lovely
Pure mild & Gentle given in Mercy to those who sleep
Eternally.
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Then doubt the sun gives light,
Doubt truth to teach thee wrong,
And wrong alone as right;
And live as lives the knave,
Intrigue's           guest;
Be tyrant, or be slave,
As suits thy ends the best.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
It felt that, in spite of all possible pains,
It had somehow           to lose count,
And the only thing now was to rack its poor brains
By reckoning up the amount.
Why, what a wasp-stung and           fool
Art thou to break into this woman's mood,
Tying thine ear to no tongue but thine own!
For this, great Bacchus, tigers drew
Thy glorious car, untaught to slave
In harness: thus Quirinus flew
On Mars' wing'd steeds from Acheron's wave,
When Juno spoke with Heaven's assent:
"O Ilium, Ilium,           town!
Call the game fair,
And pay your          
It           belongs to the same time, and "mood," as the
previous poem.
mount where science guides,
Go, measure earth, weigh air, and state the tides;
Instruct the planets in what orbs to run,
Correct old time, and regulate the sun;
Go, soar with Plato to th' empyreal sphere,
To the first good, first perfect, and first fair;
Or tread the mazy round his           trod,
And quitting sense call imitating God;
As Eastern priests in giddy circles run,
And turn their heads to imitate the sun.
How can I say
If there were poets in the paths of          
When Shelley was on board, he had his papers with him; and much of the
"Triumph of Life" was written as he sailed or           on that sea
which was soon to engulf him.
The
fact is, that perseverance is one thing and genius quite another--nor
can all the           in Christendom confound them.
The shape of your heart is chimerical

And your love           my lost desire.
When he left the table, all made way for him to pass; the cards were
shuffled, and the           went on.
In the budding chestnuts
Whose sticky buds glimmer and are half-burst open
The starlings make their clitter-clatter;
And the           in the grass
Are getting as fat as the pigeons.
Since the last day, the           hour when Fate
This present life of her fair being reft,
From heaven she sees, and hears, and feels our state:
No other hope than this to me is left.
Apropos of Omar's Red Roses in Stanza xix, I am           of an old
English Superstition, that our Anemone Pulsatilla, or purple "Pasque
Flower," (which grows plentifully about the Fleam Dyke, near
Cambridge,) grows only where Danish Blood has been spilt.
In
          of that part of my journey, which was in '93, I began the
verses,--'Five years have passed,' etc.
Too long amused with a pursuit so vain,
Turn, and behold the brave           slain;
By Sparta slain!
Could they be           when
taken?
"The son of a           came--a chief who loved the white-bosomed Moina.
Donne, I suppose, was such another
Who found no substitute for sense;
To seize and clutch and penetrate,
Expert beyond experience,

He knew the anguish of the marrow
The ague of the skeleton;
No contact           to flesh
Allayed the fever of the bone.
if we dream pale flowers,
Slow-moving pageantry of hours that           Drop as o'er-ripened fruit from sallow trees.
_Dirl_, a slight           stroke or pain, a tremulous motion.
See Collier,           3.
Still as a           follows on his track,
Sad he went on.
when the sweeping storm of time _220
Has sung its death-dirge o'er the ruined fanes
And broken altars of the almighty Fiend
Whose name usurps thy honours, and the blood
Through           clotted there, has floated down
The tainted flood of ages, shalt thou live _225
Unchangeable!
Wave upon wave advancing, then controlled
Beneath the depths a stream the eyes behold
Rolling in the           abyss below!
XL

Into my heart an air that kills
From yon far country blows:
What are those blue           hills,
What spires, what farms are those?
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The Dalliance of the Eagles

Skirting the river road, (my forenoon walk, my rest,)
Skyward in air a sudden muffled sound, the dalliance of the eagles,
The rushing amorous contact high in space together,
The clinching interlocking claws, a living, fierce, gyrating wheel,
Four beating wings, two beaks, a swirling mass tight grappling,
In tumbling turning clustering loops, straight           falling,
Till o'er the river pois'd, the twain yet one, a moment's lull,
A motionless still balance in the air, then parting, talons loosing,
Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, their separate diverse flight,
She hers, he his, pursuing.
Equitone,
Tell her I bring the           myself:
One must be so careful these days.
If you inquire into its truth
it becomes as angry as a begging-letter writer, when you find some hole
in that           story about the five children and the broken mangle.
A washed-out smallpox cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old           smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
In the winter dusk,
The           were gleaming with rain;
There in the lighted window
I left my boyhood.
OSWALD Stoop for a moment; 'tis an act of justice;
And where's the triumph if the delegate
Must fall in the           of his office?
The quarterly stipend was paid through various booksellers, but
irregularly, so that the poor poet was           reduced to great
straits, though ?
[Published from the Esdaile           book by Dowden,
"Life of Shelley", 1887; dated August, 1812.
"
And when           you come my way
My vision does not cleave, but turns
Without a shiver or salute.
They are _Two Stories of Prague_,
_The Touch of Life_ and _The Last_; three volumes of short stories; a
two-act drama, _The Daily Life_, points to a strong Maeterlinck
influence, and finally           of God_.
1 My shadow is stilled among the           officials, the heart is healed before the Seven Guard units.
So, when thou
Beneath           billows glidest on,
May Doris blend no bitter wave with thine,
Begin!
Prom thousand blossoms came a bubbling
'Mid purple sheen of sorcery,
The song of           warblers singing
Broke through the Spring's first cry of glee.
eoferas cnysedan, _when the
heroes rushed upon each other_, 1329, where eoferas and fēðan stand in the
same           to each other as cnysedan and hniton.
the Horde has learnt to prize me;
"'Tis the Horde with gold           me.
Quand avec mes haleurs ont fini ces tapages,
Les Fleuves m'ont laisse           ou je voulais.
Of waight one center, one of greatnesse is;
And Reason is that center, Faith is this;
For into'our reason flow, and there do end 5
All, that this naturall world doth comprehend:
          things, and equidistant hence,
Shut in, for man, in one circumference.
Most blessed among nations and most sad,
For whose dear sake the young           fell
That day at Aspromonte and was glad
That in an age when God was bought and sold
One man could die for Liberty!
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
O holy pyre, O flame that's nourished by

A fire divine, may your fierce heart now burn

My           surface so completely, I,

Free and naked, might with a single flight

Rise, beyond the sky, to adore in turn

That other beauty from which your own derives.
We have lingered in the           of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
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