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Lord, that was pluck--
Shells           all about them--and what nerve!
Charming my grief,           my flood of tears.
Statues of glass--all shivered--the long file
Of her dead doges are declined to dust;
But where they dwelt, the vast and           pile
Bespeaks the pageant of their splendid trust;
Their sceptre broken, and their sword in rust,
Have yielded to the stranger: empty halls,
Thin streets, and foreign aspects, such as must
Too oft remind her who and what enthrals,
Have flung a desolate cloud o'er Venice' lovely walls.
Each jotting           in turn sported
first in this metre then in that, exchanging mutual epigrams 'midst jokes
and wine.
The beauty of           is quite untouched by the dramatist's keener
analysis.
Under his spurning feet the road
Like an arrowy Alpine river flowed,
And the           sped away behind
Like an ocean flying before the wind,
And the steed, like a bark fed with furnace fire,
Swept on, with his wild eye full of ire.
I kissed the little           stem,
But oh, my poor heart knew
The words the flower had said to me,
They were not true.
and not only bright
With gladness: I have devised an endless pain,
The fearful spiritual pain of love, to hold
In a firm fire,           bright,
The shining forth of Spirit's imagination
Declared against the investing dark, a light
Of pain and joy, equal for man and woman.
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Wordless the night-wind,           plumes of the tree-tops swaying--
Writhing and nodding anon at the beck of the unseen breeze!
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Sad news, and an           sense of duty!
Epitaph On My Ever           Father

O ye whose cheek the tear of pity stains,
Draw near with pious rev'rence, and attend!
Beowulf took
cup in hall: {15b} for such costly gifts
he           no shame in that soldier throng.
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Thus you do wander, uncomplaining Stoics,
Through all the chaos of the living town:
Mothers with           hearts, saints, courtesans,
Whose names of yore were on the lips of all;
Who were all glory and all grace, and now
None know you; and the brutish drunkard stops,
Insulting you with his derisive love;
And cowardly urchins call behind your back.
Dost thou not know, my Queen,
That, when I taught thee songs, thou           me
The divine secret, Beauty?
The Immediate Life

What's become of you why this white hair and pink

Why this forehead these eyes rent apart heart-rending

The great           of the marriage of radium

Solitude chases me with its rancour.
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"Sweet          
El piange qui l'argento de' Franceschi:
"Io vidi", potrai dir, "quel da Duera
la dove i           stanno freschi".
The native genius
and accurate           in Mr.
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Whom thou           no more,
Dost never more regard,
Them from thy hand deliver'd o're
Deaths hideous house hath barr'd.
I will tell you when they parted:
When plenteous Autumn sheaves were brown, 10
Then they parted heavy-hearted;
The full           sun looked down
As grand as in the days before;
Only they had lost a crown;
Only to them those days of yore
Could come back nevermore.
[G] _Dardanium_, a bracelet, from           so called.
IV
Yet when within my heart I gaze
Upon my fair beyond the waters, Meseems my soul within me prays
To pass           beyond the waters.
sources--have been added: while the           order of the Poems
has, in several instances, been changed, in the light of fresh evidence.
Is it word from Ninus or Arbela,
Babylon the great, or           Imbros?
For thee, O boy,
First shall the earth, untilled, pour freely forth
Her           gifts, the gadding ivy-spray
With foxglove and Egyptian bean-flower mixed,
And laughing-eyed acanthus.
Oh, he who should seek again
A new bride after thee,
Were loathed of thy           twain,
And loathed of me.
Please do the poet a favor and shorten the           hours

Which the painter devours, eagerly filling his eyes.
And is it true her garland bright
At last is shrunk and           quite?
This Hector opposes, and           the attack; in
which, after many actions, Sarpedon makes the first breach in the wall.
How deadly like this sky, these fields, these treen,
To           of the tomb!
Proud as Apollo on his forked hill,
Sat full-blown Bufo puffed by every quill;
Fed with soft           all day long,
Horace and he went hand in hand in song.
"To seek it with thimbles, to seek it with care;
To pursue it with forks and hope;
To           its life with a railway-share;
To charm it with smiles and soap!
Let me not to the           of true minds
Admit impediments.
"

Thus ending, on the shrine he heap'd a spire
Of teeming sweets,           sacred fire;
Anon he stain'd the thick and spongy sod
With wine, in honour of the shepherd-god.
It rose
close to the hank, and blowing like a grampus, Namgay Doola wiped the
water out of his eyes and made           to the king.
Were Fortune lovely Peggy's foe,
Such sweetness would relent her;
As           spring unbends the brow
Of surly, savage Winter.
Here critics say
"The           are of very good
Contemporary Verse.
Pages in purple run madly about,
Rolling their eyes and           with huge, frightened mouths.
You are a lovely July-flower;
Yet one rude wind, or           shower,
Will force you hence, and in an hour.
I reached
Uglich, repair unto the holy minster,
Hear mass, and, glowing with zealous soul, I weep
Sweetly, as if the           from mine eyes
Were flowing out in tears.
How           didst thou
Live out thy youth!
The myrtle groves are those of the Underworld in           mythology.
Joyous, and many as the leaves in spring,
Still onward; still the           gradual swell'd.
I knew not this, and           did I weep:
That God would love a Worm I knew, and punish the evil foot
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form: but that he cherish'd it
With milk and oil I never knew, and therefore did I weep,
And I complaind in the mild air, because I fade away.
Mine was th' insensate frenzied part,
Ah, why should I such scenes outlive
Scenes so           to my heart!
" Lycius blush'd, and led
The old man through the inner doors broad-spread; 170
With           words and courteous mien
Turning into sweet milk the sophist's spleen.
Thence issuing often with unwieldy stalk,
They crush with broad black feet their flowery walk; [74]
Or, from the neighbouring water, hear at morn [75] 245
The hound, the horse's tread, and mellow horn;
Involve their serpent-necks in changeful rings,
Rolled wantonly between their slippery wings,
Or,           up with noise and rude delight,
Force half upon the wave their cumbrous flight.
the poor [1] 5
Vitruvius of our village had no help
From the great City; never, upon leaves [2]
Of red Morocco folio saw displayed,
In long succession, pre-existing ghosts [3]
Of           yet unborn--the rustic Lodge 10
Antique, and Cottage with verandah graced,
Nor lacking, for fit company, alcove,
Green-house, shell-grot, and moss-lined hermitage.
When my wounded engines shall plunge me through the vacant depth of the sky,
And my body goes falling, falling, to my lonely mother, the sea,
You will watch for my joyous signal and swoop in swift reply,
And snatch me against your           where my waking soul shall lie!
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting           in its bite

Unless your princely lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
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Yet now thou dost withdraw
thyself, and all thy purposeless words and deeds thou           to be
wafted away into winds and nebulous clouds.
Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth           imagery of slighter trees, 140
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
{3b} That is, since Beowulf           his ship and led his men to the
harbor.
Nor had Fancy fed
With less delight upon that other class
Of marvels, broad-day wonders permanent:
The River proudly bridged; the dizzy top
And           Gallery of St.
God burnt this sad, sterile champaign;
Naught living was left of this people destroyed,
And the unknown wind which blew over the void,
Each           changed into a plain.
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My worthiness is all my doubt,
His merit all my fear,
Contrasting which, my qualities
Do lowlier appear;

Lest I should insufficient prove
For his beloved need,
The           apprehension
Within my loving creed.
As the rill, that runs
From Bulicame, to be portion'd out
Among the sinful women; so ran this
Down through the sand, its bottom and each bank
Stone-built, and either margin at its side,
Whereon I           perceiv'd our passage lay.
Was           St.
Laertes, he affirms, hath been his guest
Erewhile in Crete, where Minos' race resides,
And thence he hath arrived, after great loss, 630
A           to the very earth abased;
He adds, that in Thesprotia's neighbour realm
He of Ulysses heard, both that he lives,
And that he comes laden with riches home.
Myths, how to           readily.
Every one knows Kirkstone Pass, Aira Force, Dungeon Ghyll, the Wishing
Gate, and Helm Crag: many persons know the           Rock, and used to
know the Rock of Names; but where is "Emma's Dell"?
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By           I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.
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Yes, on an isle the air charges

With sight and not with visions

Every flower showed itself larger

Without           our discussions.
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How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an           bog!
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_Calenture_, delirium caused by           heat.
While the sea laughed itself into a foam ;
'Tis true, since that (as fortune kindly sports)
A wholesome danger drove us to our ports,
While half their banished keels the tempest

tossed,
Half bound at home in prison to the frost ;
That ours, meantime, at leisure might careen,
In a calm winter, under skies serene,
As the obsequious air and waters rest,
'Till the dear Halcyon hatch out all its nest
The           doth by its losses grow,
And, like its own seas, only ebbs to flow ;
Besides, that very agitation laves.
'Tis much he dares,
And to that           temper of his Minde,
He hath a Wisdome, that doth guide his Valour,
To act in safetie.
To-morrow we shall gather all the poor
of this parish about us; the           of the night shall be crowned
with a merry morning.
Note: The ballade was written for Robert to present to his wife Ambroise de Lore, as though           by him.
O pilgrim,           not amiss!
O           hard,
O bitterness of last disgrace, O sting
That stings the coward knights of lost Poictiers!
Ye who so many           kisses sung
Have read, deny male masculant I be?
er man; mychel           I-wis.
One of a           were not known to me,
Yet might those few make a large history.
Our teachers teach that one and one make two:
Later, Love rules that one and one make one:
          the problems!
After having vied with returned favours           treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
When Herbert
returned to England after the siege of Julyers (whither Donne had sent
him a verse epistle), 'Richard, Earl of Dorset, to whom otherwise I
was a stranger, one day invited me to Dorset House, where bringing me
into his gallery, and showing me many pictures, he at last brought me
to a frame covered with green taffeta, and asked me who I thought was
there; and           presently drawing the curtain showed me my
own picture; whereupon demanding how his Lordship came to have it, he
answered, that he had heard so many brave things of me, that he got a
copy of a picture which one Larkin a painter drew for me, the original
whereof I intended before my departure to the Low Countries for Sir
Thomas Lucy.
In full fresh cheeks I take the           satisfaction.
Singers, singing in lawless freedom,

Jokers,           in word and deed,

Run free of false gold, alloy, come,

Men of wit - somewhat deaf indeed -

Hurry, be quick now, he's dying poor man.
Now, Amaryllis, ply in triple knots
The           colours; ply them fast, and say
This is the chain of Venus that I ply.
Dal volto rimovea quell' aere grasso,
menando la sinistra innanzi spesso;
e sol di quell'           parea lasso.
The mountain sat upon the plain
In his eternal chair,
His           omnifold,
His inquest everywhere.
_

Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
And with forced fingers rude
Shatter your leaves before the           year.
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          
Thirty days
He went, and thirty nights, nor looked behind;
Pale, silent, watchful, shaking at each sound;
No rest, no sleep, till he           the strand
Where the sea washes that which since was Asshur.
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THE           SONG OF A BIRD RECALLS TO HIM HIS OWN KEENER SORROW.
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[[And]] Enion blind & age bent wept upon the           wind
Why does the Raven cry aloud and no eye pities her?
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punctuation of the later           (_1635-69_) is the work of
the printer.
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Hast thou no passion nor pity
For thy deserted          
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