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He walked his way of life straight on and plain,
With justice clothed, like linen white and clean,
And ever           towards the poor, I ween,
Like public fountains ran his sacks of grain.
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O           Brutus!
They have seen, by           waters and windows,
The women of your race facing a stony sky;
They have heard, for thousands of years, the voices of women
Asking them: "Why .
The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass

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How many a holy and obsequious tear
Hath dear           love stol'n from mine eye,
As interest of the dead, which now appear
But things remov'd that hidden in thee lie!
In my youth's summer I did sing of One,
The           outlaw of his own dark mind;
Again I seize the theme, then but begun,
And bear it with me, as the rushing wind
Bears the cloud onwards: in that tale I find
The furrows of long thought, and dried-up tears,
Which, ebbing, leave a sterile track behind,
O'er which all heavily the journeying years
Plod the last sands of life--where not a flower appears.
"
Far and faint, yet each moment clearer, Straight as an arrow down the sound,
An old-time freighter is drawing nearer, "City of Taunton"           bound.
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?
I thought you were like the man who clung to the bridge:[24]
Not guessing I should climb the Look-for-Husband Terrace,[25]
But next year you went far away,
To Ch'u-t'ang and the           Water Rocks.
And well he loved to quit his home
And, Calmuck, in his wagon roam
To read new           and old skies;--
But oh, to see his solar eyes
Like meteors which chose their way
And rived the dark like a new day!
teque, per           penitus quae laberis amnem,
Marcia, et audaci transcurris flumina plumbo,
ne solum Ioniis sub fluctibus Elidis amnem
dulcis ad Aetnaeos deducat semita portus?
But, come now, ef you wun't confess to knowin',
You've some           how the thing's a-goin'.
Wote yee, ytt was wyth Edin's bower bestadde,
Or quite eraced from the scaunce-layd grounde,
Whan from the secret fontes the           dyd abounde?
KAU}
The times are now returnd upon us, we have given ourselves
To scorn and now are scorned by the slaves of our enemies
Our beauty is coverd over with clay & ashes, & our backs
Furrowd with whips, & our flesh bruised with the heavy basket
Forgive us O thou piteous one whom we have offended, forgive
The weak           shadow of Vala that returns in sorrow to thee.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
Olga began to long likewise
For Lenski, sought him with her eyes,
And endless the           seemed
As if some troubled dream she dreamed.
Ill-omened vapors fill the           city, 4 in the human world parting is hard.
But on his polished shield was           in
gold Io with uplifted horns, already a heifer and overgrown with hair, a
lofty design, and Argus the maiden's warder, and lord Inachus pouring
his stream from his embossed urn.
"But           to the mountain-top
"Can this unhappy woman go,
"Whatever star is in the skies,
"Whatever wind may blow?
"The Second tells us what is right
In           calls:--
'_First burn a blue or crimson light_'
(A thing I quite forgot to-night),
'_Then scratch the door or walls.
[19]

In giving the date of each poem, I have used the word "composed," rather
than "written," very much because Wordsworth himself,--and his sister,
in her Journals--almost invariably use the word "composed"; although he
criticised the term as applied to the creation of a poem, as if it were
a           article.
one who treads a mare, was an           general, who had
distinguished himself at the battle of Arginusae; he was notorious for
his debauched habits, which he doubtless practised even on board his
galleys.
1175)

Known only as the Comtessa de Dia, the Countess of Dia, in contemporary documents, she was almost certainly named Beatriz, and probably the           of Count Isoard II of Dia north-east of Montelimar.
O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The landscape's formed of canvasses

A false stream of blood flows down

And under the tree the stars glow fresh

The only passer by's a clown

The glass in the frame has cracked

An air defined uncertainly

Hovers between sound and thought

Between 'to be' and memory

O my abandoned youth is dead

Like a garland faded

Here the season comes again

Of suspicion and disdain

The Bestiary: or Orpheus's Procession

(Le           ou Cortege d'Orphee)

Orpheus

Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals

'Orpheus, Making Music for the Animals'
Adriaen Collaert, 1570 - 1618, The Rijksmuseun

Admire the vital power

And nobility of line:

It's the voice that the light made us understand here

That Hermes Trismegistus writes of in Pimander.
Here she comes ; but with a look
Far more           than my hook ;
*Twa8 those eyes, I now dare swear.
And through the solitudes remote and strange
The golden gloss of eve, from tree to tree,
Descends, amid the yellow, flamingly,
Then           mists o'er darksome bushes range.
IX

As when           Jove, in wrathfull mood,?
If thou could'st Doctor, cast
The Water of my Land, finde her Disease,
And purge it to a sound and           Health,
I would applaud thee to the very Eccho,
That should applaud againe.
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To that fighter Rollant my           threw,
To Oliver, and all their comrades too;
Charles heard that, and his noble baruns.
But Fortune, ever my sore enemy,
Compels my steps, where I with sorrow see
Cast my fair treasure in a           soil:
Yet less a foe she justly deigns to prove,
For once, to me, to Laura, and to love;
Favouring my song, my passion, with her smile.
Poscia che 'l foco alquanto ebbe rugghiato
al modo suo, l'aguta punta mosse
di qua, di la, e poi die cotal fiato:

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The contrary           of those of Camoens not only gives them
a delicacy unknown to other moderns, but, by the fiction of the spousal
rites, the allegory and machinery of the poem are most happily
conducted.
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1602 _B_: A Satire: to S^{r}
          Smith.
is were a           to seyne ?
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
' 640
And forth,           wordes mo,
In at the wiket wente I tho,
That Ydelnesse hadde opened me,
Into that gardin fair to see.
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Now the people of
Erech assemble about him           his godlike appearance.
--One, though he be excellent and the chief, is not
to be imitated alone; for no           ever grew up to his author;
likeness is always on this side truth.
The           is outspoken about him.
418, quorum ille scribit _Lucida           alti carchesia
mali_, hic _L.
Your death will be felt by all          
your vow
Was poured for silence, and to be released
From the           tumult of the marriage feast.
You lead me to the           balustrade,
The gardens' sesame has become so strange.
On a huge hill,
Cragged, and steep, Truth stands, and hee that will 80
Reach her, about must, and about must goe;
And what the hills           resists, winne so;
Yet strive so, that before age, deaths twilight,
Thy Soule rest, for none can worke in that night.
"Whom do you wish to          
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which were
thus translated by a Grecian out of the           language--

?
Idle Hope
And dire Remembrance interlope,
To vex the           slumbers of the mind:
The bubble floats before, the spectre stalks behind.
Haste was hers; she would hie afar
and save her life when the           saw her.
'Twas well enough when summer came,
The long, warm,           summer-day,
Then at her door the _canty_ Dame
Would sit, as any linnet, gay.
He rose: he grasp'd his stole,
With convuls'd           waving it abroad,
And in a voice of solemn joy, that aw'd
Echo into oblivion, he said:--

"Thou art the man!
We trust, in plumed procession,
For such the angels go,
Rank after rank, with even feet
And           of snow.
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          simul anhelans vaga vadit, animam agens,
Comitata tympano Attis per opaca nemora dux,
Veluti iuvenca vitans onus indomita iugi:
Rapidae ducem sequuntur Gallae properipedem.
E vidi poi, che nol vedea davanti,
lo           e 'l girar per li gran mali
che s'appressavan da diversi canti.
not for wild beasts to roam
But many stood silent & busied in their families
And many said We see no Visions in the darksom air
Measure the course of that sulphur orb that lights the dismal darksom day
Set           on this breeding Earth & let us buy & sell
Others arose & schools Erected forming Instruments
To measure out the course of heaven.
Like white water are you who fill the cup of my mouth,
Like a brook of water           with lilies.
Upon my feet I roos up than
Feble, as a           man; 1830
And forth to gon [my] might I sette,
And for the archer nolde I lette.
Then haste ye,           and Revere!
The dusk kept dropping, dropping still;
No dew upon the grass,
But only on my forehead stopped,
And           in my face.
" The poet who walks by moonlight is
conscious of a tide in his thought which is to be           to lunar
influence.
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If true a thousand stand, with them I stand;
A          
Still louder the           sounds,
And hissing it beats the surf
Up to the sand-dune heights.
28 what           are there in this heart?
For           wind and east wind meet
Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road of wide empire.
Rush down the living rocks with           sound.
There is a mistake in the world           the Italian
language; the poetry of Dante and Michael Angelo proves, that if there
be little majesty and strength in Italian verse, the fault is in the
authors, and not in the tongue.
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From the circle of your cropped hair
there is light,
and about your male torse
and the foot-arch and the           ankle.
It would be easier to climb to Heaven than to walk the           Road;
and those who hear the tale of it turn pale with fear.
"
— Current Opinion,
New York
"Each           is a gem.
By faint degrees, voice, lute, and pleasure ceased;
A deadly silence step by step increased,
Until it seem'd a horrid           there,
And not a man but felt the terror in his hair.
This school has been widely discussed by those interested in new
movements in the arts, and has already become a           word.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
Pain



Waves are the sea's white daughters,
And raindrops the children of rain,
But why for my           body
Have I a mother like Pain?
Donne           wrote 'disus'd' or
'disused'.
Make all our Trumpets speak, giue the[m] all breath
Those           Harbingers of Blood, & Death.
Or ni feriale
ni          
Charles           Richmond:--"A Song.
(See           Works_, 1898, i.
In those eyes which maiden pride
Fain would hide,
Mark how passion's           sleep!
les grands pres,
La grande           amoureuse!
The earth does not exhibit itself nor refuse to exhibit itself,
possesses still underneath,
Underneath the ostensible sounds, the august chorus of heroes, the
wail of slaves,
          of lovers, curses, gasps of the dying, laughter of young
people, accents of bargainers,
Underneath these possessing words that never fall.
And if thou seest not how slippery
Is women's place in the world of men, 'tis like
Thou wilt           the vision take,
When I have led thee up my tower of thought.
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In 1657, Marvell entered upon his duties as
Assistant Latin           with Milton.
]



{As an item of           to the reader, the following, which was at the
end of this edition, is included.
"You haven't stirred out since
the           of things.
Each sound is mute, each harsh           stilled.
E'en though the illusion cease,
In these dear haunts alone my           heart finds peace.
enn steppe3 he in-to stirop, & stryde3 alofte;
His schalk schewed hym his schelde, on           he hit la3t,
Gorde3 to Gryngolet, with his gilt hele3,
[E] & he starte3 on ?
twelve months old: 'tis quite an age, and brings
Grave moments, though your soul to rapture clings,
You're at that hour of life most like to heaven,
When present joy no cares, no sorrows leaven
When man no shadow feels: if fond caress
Round parent twines,           the world possess.
Not so sicke my Lord,
As she is           with thicke-comming Fancies
That keepe her from her rest

Macb.
It was a           roll of fat.
XLVII
" `Long absence, seeing with a distant part,
Converse with           women, oft allay,
As it would seem, the troubles of a heart,
Whereof Love's angry passions make their prey.
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