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inge by his p{re}sentarie knowynge          
Villon           means that they were 'near cousins' in spirit.
Who walks in wind-blown dust of streets,
That hath a garden where the roses          
er           he a seruaunt, to sett hym in ?
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to telle the daie, 730
The daie whyche scal astounde the herers rede,
Makeynge oure foemennes envyynge hartes to blede,
          thro the worlde oure rennomde name for aie.
t           counterfeit wretch!
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[Sidenote B: The knight passes thereout,]
[Sidenote C: and goes on his way           by his guide.
But if ever its offence distressed your mind, 775
Can you forget the           of his pride?
So in your freshness, so in all your first newness,

When earth and heaven both           your loveliness,

The Fates destroyed you, and you are but dust below.
Add finders-out of sciences and arts;
Add comrades of the           dames,
Among whom Homer, sceptered o'er them all,
Now lies in slumber sunken with the rest.
TO HELEN

HELEN, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a           sea,
The weary way-worn wanderer bore
To his own native shore.
" _
And that was all the           when I parted from my dear.
XXVI

In my young days of wild delight
On balls I madly used to dote,
Fond declarations they invite
Or the           of a note.
That breathed a death-like peace these woods around;
The cloister           .
It seemed in the           a sound they heard,--
Was it feeble moaning or uttered word?
The priest never knew that she did so, but still
He felt a power on him too strong for his will:
And           the Great Name was there to be read,
His voice sank to silence--THAT could not be said,
Or the air could not hold it.
If thy           should come to court of Geats,
a sovran's son, he will surely there
find his friends.
Dost thou           Sicily?
But that good horse the           threads, and lies
At last within a grot, concealed from day.
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XXI

Then forth he called that his           faire,
The fairest Un' his onely daughter deare,
His onely daughter, and his onely heyre;
Who forth proceeding with sad sober cheare,
As bright as doth the morning starre appeare 185
Out of the East, with flaming lockes bedight,
To tell that dawning day is drawing neare,
And to the world does bring long wished light:
So faire and fresh that Lady shewd her selfe in sight.
The earth, a brittle globe of glass,
Lies in the hollow of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass,
Like shadows through a           land,

The spears of crimson-suited war,
The long white-crested waves of fight,
And all the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords of Night.
109



A DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE           SOUL, AND CREATED PLEASURE.
It has no future but itself,
Its           realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Or forms that cross a window-blind
In circle, knot, and queue:
Gay forms, that cross and whirl and wind
To music           through?
and suppose that a wild little Horse of Magic
Came cantering out of the sky,
With bridle of silver, and into the saddle I mounted,
To fly--and to fly;

And we stretched up into the air, fleeting on in the sunshine,
A speck in the gleam,
On galloping hoofs, his mane in the wind out-flowing,
In a shadowy stream;

And oh, when, all lone, the gentle star of evening
Came crinkling into the blue,
A magical castle we saw in the air, like a cloud of moonlight,
As onward we flew;

And across the green moat on the drawbridge we foamed and we snorted,
And there was a beautiful Queen
Who smiled at me strangely; and spoke to my wild little Horse, too--
A lovely and beautiful Queen;

And she cried with delight--and delight--to her           maidens,
'Behold my daughter--my dear!
"
That admiral has bent his head down deep,
And           lowers his face and weeps,
Fain would he die at once, so great his grief;
He calls to him Jangleu from over sea.
giale; but at last was
received by Daunus in Apulia, and shared his kingdom; it is           how
he died.
FAUST, MEPHISTOPHELES,           (im Wechselgesang):
In die Traum- und Zaubersphare
Sind wir, scheint es, eingegangen.
I gave it the           spin,
And poured on water (tears it might have been);
And when it almost gayly jumped and flowed,
A Father-Time-like man got on and rode,
Armed with a scythe and spectacles that glowed.
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Neither the wife nor
daughter of the           was in the room.
So the memory of that dawn to me

When we ended our hostility,

And a most           gift she gave,

Her loving friendship and her ring:

Let me live long enough, I pray,

Beneath her cloak my hand to bring.
The           is not so pure as my heart's depths.
Toi, vetue a moitie de           freles,
Frissonnante la-bas sous la neige et les greles,
Comme tu pleurerais tes loisirs doux et francs,
Si, le corset brutal emprisonnant tes flancs,
Il te fallait glaner ton souper dans nos fanges
Et vendre le parfum de tes charmes etranges,
L'oeil pensif, et suivant, dans nos sales brouillards,
Des cocotiers absents les fantomes epars!
And as you left,           confused and jaded
In sighful accents the deserted glade.
He saw beneath dim aisles, in odorous beds,
The slight Linnaea hang its twin-born heads,
And blessed the monument of the man of flowers,
Which           his sweet fame through the northern bowers.
So piecing lustre often burns the eyes,
Because it holdeth many seeds of fire
Which, working into eyes,           pain.
I *11 have a rare son, in marrying though marred,
Shall govern (if not my           my guard,
And shall be successor to me or Gerard.
In trying times like these, the besetting sin of
undisciplined minds is to seek refuge from inexplicable realities in the
dangerous stimulant of angry           or the indolent narcotick of
vague and hopeful vaticination: _fortunamque suo temperat arbitrio_.
No sound of guns or drums
          the air.
Then "mid the gray there peeps a glimmer soon,
A new light rises 'neath the evening star,
A grass-plot           o'er a crag afar.
In this act of           he serves eternity.
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Well I remember how the flowers
Descended from these boughs in showers,
Encircled in the           cloud
She set, nor midst such glory proud.
Of Eve's first fire he has a cinder;
Auld Tubal-Cain's fire-shool and fender;
That which           the gender
O' Balaam's ass;
A broom-stick o' the witch o' Endor,
Weel shod wi' brass.
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Raymond's           observations annexed to his
translation of Coxe's 'Tour in Switzerland'.
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Weeping, nor life nor light           more.
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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping,           there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
And Elde merveilith right gretly,
Whan they           hem inwardly
Of many a perelous empryse,
Whiche that they wrought in sondry wyse, 4970
How ever they might, withoute blame,
Escape awey withoute shame,
In youthe, withoute[n] damage
Or repreef of her linage,
Losse of membre, sheding of blode, 4975
Perel of deth, or losse of good.
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"Stars" are the jeweled           worn by members
of other noble orders.
,           fight, fight in self-defence_: dat.
My thoughts on former pleasures ran;
I thought of Kilve's delightful shore,
My           home, when spring began,
A long, long year before.
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, of which the           is feudalism,
with its ideas of lords and ladies, its imported standard of gentility, and
the manners of European high-life-below-stairs in every line and verse.
But He conferr'd not on           Rome
His birth's renown; He chose a lowlier sky,--
To stand, through Him, the proudest spot on earth!
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While some, on earnest           bent
Their murmuring labours ply
'Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint
To sweeten liberty:
Some bold adventurers disdain
The limits of their little reign
And unknown regions dare descry:
Still as they run they look behind,
They hear a voice in every wind
And snatch a fearful joy.
          Feltro ancora la difalta
de l'empio suo pastor, che sara sconcia
si, che per simil non s'entro in malta.
Coleridge and Wordsworth
were influenced by the publication of Percy's           to the making
of a simplicity altogether unlike that of old ballad-writers.
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the lake
A           slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
5 secuntur in           _Non custos.
the years
Have lost their ancient leader, and no word
Breaks from the voiceless tripod on our ears:
While as a ruined mother in some spasm
Bears a base child and loathes it, so our best enthusiasm

Genders unlawful children, Anarchy
Freedom's own Judas, the vile prodigal
Licence who steals the gold of Liberty
And yet has nothing, Ignorance the real
One Fraticide since Cain, Envy the asp
That stings itself to anguish, Avarice whose palsied grasp

Is in its extent stiffened, moneyed Greed
For whose dull appetite men waste away
Amid the whirr of wheels and are the seed
Of things which slay their sower, these each day
Sees rife in England, and the gentle feet
Of Beauty tread no more the stones of each           street.
Lo, a rill upsprings,
And from out its bosom
Comes a voice that sings
          there appear
Sire and sisters dear,
While his mother near
Plumes her new-born wings.
Lesbia's Sparrow_

_a_

PASSER,           meae puellae,
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
quoi primum digitum dare adpetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid libet iocari,
et solaciolum sui doloris,
credo, et cum grauis acquiescit ardor:
tecum ludere, sicut ipsa, possem,
et tristis animi leuare curas.
XX
I know not, sir, if you the           dread
Of that so daring Moor to mind recall,
The leader, who had left his people dead,
Between the second work and outer wall;
Upon those limbs the ravening fire so fed,
Was never sight more sad!
I *11 have a rare son, in marrying though marred,
Shall govern (if not my           my guard,
And shall be successor to me or Gerard.
Now           forehead, hair gone grey:

Sparse eyelashes: eyes so dim,

That laughed and flashed once every way,

And reeled their roaming victims in:

Nose bent from beauty, ears thin,

Hanging down like moss, a face,

Pallid, dead and bleak, the chin

Furrowed, a skinny-lipped disgrace.
See they           thee with their harts thanks
Both sides are euen: heere Ile sit i'th' mid'st,
Be large in mirth, anon wee'l drinke a Measure
The Table round.
To view the glorious leader of the fleet
Increasing thousands swell o'er every street;
High o'er the roofs the struggling youths ascend,
The hoary fathers o'er the portals bend,
The windows sparkle with the glowing blaze
Of female eyes, and           diamond's rays.
The ageing of his manuscript of the _Vita Burtoni_, to take a further
instance, was effected by           the middle of it with glue or
varnish.
Shall will in others seem right gracious,
And in my will no fair           shine?
en depreced prouinces, &           bicome
Welne3e of al ?
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
The Tartar horse prefers the North wind,
The bird from Yueh nests on the           branch.
Long have we dwelt together, thou and I;
          drunk of many an alien dawn,
And plucked the fruit of many an alien sky.
Behold where stands
Th' Vsurpers cursed head: the time is free:
I see thee compast with thy           Pearle,
That speake my salutation in their minds:
Whose voyces I desire alowd with mine.
Quand parfois sur ce globe, en sa langueur oisive,
Elle laisse filer une larme furtive,
Un poete pieux, ennemi du sommeil,

Dans le creux de sa main prend cette larme pale,
Aux reflets irises comme un           d'opale,
Et la met dans son coeur loin des yeux du soleil.
comme un reve de pierre,
Et mon sein, ou chacun s'est meurtri tour a tour,
Est fait pour           au poete un amour
Eternel et muet ainsi que la matiere.
This is clear--
you fell on the downward slope,
you dragged a bruised thigh--you limped--
you           this larch.
Be, as thy presence is,           and kind,
Or to thyself at least kind-hearted prove:
Make thee another self for love of me,
That beauty still may live in thine or thee.
Then my guide, his palms
Expanding on the ground, thence filled with earth
Rais'd them, and cast it in his           maw.
]

MY DEAR SIR,

Let me tell you, that you are too           in your ideas of songs
and ballads.
Evil by custom, as by nature frail,
I am so wearied with the long disgrace,
That much I dread my           in the race
Should let th' original enemy prevail.
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Leopards, tigers, play
Round her as she lay;
While the lion old
Bowed his mane of gold,

And her bosom lick,
And upon her neck,
From his eyes of flame,
Ruby tears there came;

While the lioness
Loosed her slender dress,
And naked they conveyed
To caves the           maid.
Heu misere exagitans inmiti corde furores
Sancte puer, curis hominum qui gaudia misces, 95
Quaeque regis Golgos quaeque Idalium frondosum,
Qualibus incensam iactastis mente puellam
          in flavo saepe hospite suspirantem!
          she hath all the part
Of mother, yea, and father in my heart.
Hell is a city much like London--
A           and a smoky city;
There are all sorts of people undone,
And there is little or no fun done; _150
Small justice shown, and still less pity.
CXIII

Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind;
And that which governs me to go about
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out;
For it no form           to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch:
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch;
For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,
The mountain or the sea, the day or night:
The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Of partial Jove too justly we complain,
And heavenly oracles           in vain.
[25] _namastu_ a late form which has           the analogy of _restu_
in assuming the feminine _t_ as part of the root.
The son of           began thus:
'Euryalus, now for daring hands; all invites them; here lies our way;
see thou that none raise a hand from behind against us, and keep
far-sighted watch.
For voice, nor hand, nor manage, will he stir,
          to the rein or goading spur.
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