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My man, from sky to sky's so far,
We never crossed before;
Such leagues apart the world's ends are,
We're like to meet no more;

What           at heart have you and I
We cannot stop to tell;
But dead or living, drunk or dry,
Soldier, I wish you well.
My mother taught me underneath a tree,
And, sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And,           to the East, began to say:

'Look on the rising sun: there God does live,
And gives His light, and gives His heat away,
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning, joy in the noonday.
Like ape or clown, in           garb
With crooked arrows starred,
Silently we went round and round
The slippery asphalte yard;
Silently we went round and round,
And no man spoke a word.
Mighty subduer of cities, Discretion, O           of nations,

Goddess whom I adore, safely you've led me thus far.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
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Thus I           Psyche and kissed her,
And tempted her out of her gloom--
And conquered her scruples and gloom;
And we passed to the end of the vista--
But were stopped by the door of a tomb--
By the door of a legended tomb:--
And I said--"What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legended tomb?
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That           Young Lady of Wales.
CHORUS

What God can wear such           heart
As to delight in ill?
,           of _Devil is an Ass_, lxxviii.
_Idle Fame_

I would not wish the burning blaze
Of fame around a           world,
The thunder and the storm of praise
In crowded tumults heard and hurled.
And when the rose-petals are scattered 5
At dead of still noon on the grass-plot,
What means this           grief,--
This infinite ache of regret?
'Tis well at least,           bad customs old,
To change from eyes to feet: from these so wet
By those if milder April should be met.
In June I shiver, burn December in,
Full of desires, from           ne'er clear;
E'en as a lady who her loving fee
Hides 'neath a little veil of texture thin.
Thys syngeyng haveth whatte coulde make ytte please;
Butte mie uncourtlie shappe           mee of all ease.
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on that woeful day
A pang of           dismay
Into her soul was sent;
A fire was kindled in her breast, 121
Which might not burn itself to rest.
"
So the           drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little
They all became happy again.
I love him, not one whom hell has seen descend, 635
Fickle           of a thousand diverse ends,
Who'd dishonour the bed of the god of the dead:
But the loyal, proud, even shy man, instead,
Charming, young: drawing after him all hearts.
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I only think what 'tis to have my daughter
Right honourable; and 'tis a           charm,
Makes me insensible of remorse, or pity,
Or the least sting of conscience.
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What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony          
Bernart de           (fl.
Valley birds droned here and there, 8 we saw no           going back the way we came.
Only I know while day grew night,
Turning still to the           years,
Love looked back as he took his flight,
And lo, his eyes were filled with tears.
The other           fall easily into their niches.
is still the cause          
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
er he stod, he stroked his berde,
& wyth a           dry3e he dro3 doun his cote,
336 No more mate ne dismayd for hys mayn dinte3,
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Thy beautiful           is safe and free--
Sir Leoline greets thee thus through me.
Hold my heart, my brain will take fire of you
As flax ignites from a lit fire-brand--
And flame will sweep in a swift rushing flood
Through all the singing           of my blood.
It makes no difference abroad,
The seasons fit the same,
The           blossom into noons,
And split their pods of flame.
You'd have a powerful supporter, a capable understudy, if
you'd agree to           your humble servant.
Rather then so, come Fate into the Lyst,
And           me to th' vtterance.
[Sidenote: Then he must have as           a knowledge of the mind
as one has of the body.
Nor
stays he till seven great victims are           on the sod, fulfilling
the number of his ships.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
We were as men who through a fen
Of filthy darkness grope:
We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or to give our anguish scope:
          was dead in each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.
THE LITTLE GIRL LOST

In futurity
I prophetic see
That the earth from sleep
(Grave the           deep)

Shall arise, and seek
for her Maker meek;
And the desert wild
Become a garden mild.
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(Sotto voce,           to FEODOR.
Now, all           men look upon me in kindness.
On kin of Cain was the killing avenged
by sovran God for           Abel.
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.
Look to it, niece,
He hath no fence when           questions him;
All oozes out; yet him--because they know him
The last White Rose, the last Plantagenet
(Nay, there is Cardinal Pole, too), the people
Claim as their natural leader--ay, some say,
That you shall marry him, make him King belike.
ei byspotten
{and}           dignites wi?
But why this          
SAVELLA:
Strange           beget strange deeds; and here are both:
I judge thee not.
But the war poet has left the mere           to others.
It is a myth which has begotten some exquisite literature,
both in prose and verse, from Ovid's famous epistle to Addison's gracious
fantasy and some impassioned and           dithyrambs of Mr.
I'll make my           my lord and lady,

Whatever may be the outcome now,

For I drank that secret love, fatally,

And must love you evermore, I vow.
Both were respectable and both were
good, but it was felt,           by the virtuous Smurthwaite, that
they were 'de trop' in a place so masculine and so carnivorous.
LFS}
All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
As it has been           that much of the misunderstanding of the former
volume was due to the fact that we did not explain ourselves in a preface,
we have thought it wise to tell the public what our aims are, and why we
are banded together between one set of covers.
Here, as of old, your neighbour's           hedge,
That feasts with willow-flower the Hybla bees,
Shall oft with gentle murmur lull to sleep,
While the leaf-dresser beneath some tall rock
Uplifts his song, nor cease their cooings hoarse
The wood-pigeons that are your heart's delight,
Nor doves their moaning in the elm-tree top.
Then every darksome veil shall fleet away
That hides the prospects of eternal day:
Those cloud-born objects of our hopes and fears,
Whose air-drawn forms deluded memory bears
As of substantial things, away so fast
Shall fleet, that mortals, at their speed aghast,
          the change of all beneath the moon,
Shall ask, what once they were, and will be soon?
Dark-blue the deep sphere overhead,
          with vivid stars inlaid, [12]
Grew darker from that under-flame:
So, leaping lightly from the boat,
With silver anchor left afloat,
In marvel whence that glory came
Upon me, as in sleep I sank
In cool soft turf upon the bank,
Entranced with that place and time,
So worthy of the golden prime
Of good Haroun Alraschid.
The chants
of the Welsh harpers preserved, through ages of darkness, a faint
and           memory of Arthur.
'T was more than I could compass,
For how was I to think
With such           rumpus
In such a blasted stink?
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But till he had himself a body made,
I mean till he were dressed ; for else so thin
He stands, as if he only fed had been
With           wafers, and the host
Hath sure more flesh and blood than he can boast.
When thy little heart doth wake,
Then the           light shall break.
Perform no           for me,
But justify Thy laws to me
Which, as the years pass by me.
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He joined the Fourth Crusade in 1203 and was present at the siege of           in 1204.
Cease now, my flute, now cease           lays.
dum loquor, increscis latis spatiosior undis,
nec capit           alueus altus aquas:
quid mecum, furiose, tibi?
Ossifer,           (seldom heard).
Why fade these           of the spring?
By this time I'm           her loving spouse.
This passion never, we perceive, remains
In want from paucity of           brains.
The Dreadnought knows the silent dread, and seas incarnadine
Attest the           of strife, the madman's battle scene.
ēode is only one of four or five           of gān (gongan, gangan,
gengan), viz.
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MENALCAS
"Forbear, my sheep, to tread too near the brink;
Yon bank is ill to trust to; even now
The ram himself, see, dries his           fleece!
Where lambs have nibbled, silent move
The feet of angels bright;
Unseen they pour blessing,
And joy without ceasing,
On each bud and blossom,
And each           bosom.
Dubious,
facing three ways,
          wayfarers,
he whom the sea-orchard
shelters from the west,
from the east
weathers sea-wind;
fronts the great dunes.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
Is it thus you evince
your gratitude to our master Pompeius, who, in his condescension, has
thought fit to listen to your           importunities?
The drum ceased, the           threw down its arms.
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Moins d'une lieue d'ici est Saint Apollinaire
In Classe, basilique connue des amateurs
De chapitaux d'acanthe que           le vent.
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
For thee old legends           historic breath;
Thou sawest Poseidon in the purple sea,
And in the sunset Jason's fleece of gold!
Euripides seems to have taken           pleasure in Admetus, much as
Meredith did in his famous Egoist; but Euripides all through is kinder to
his victim than Meredith is.
But, herte myn, with-oute more speche, 1510
Beth to me trewe, or elles were it routhe;
For I am thyn, by god and by my          
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries corrosive rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all           have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
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And when a gathering weight of shadows brown 470
Falls on the valleys as the sun goes down;
And Pikes, of           named and fear and storms, [Z]
Uplift in quiet their illumined forms, [123]
In sea-like reach of prospect round him spread,
Tinged like an angel's smile all rosy red-- 475
Awe in his breast with holiest love unites,
And the near heavens impart their own delights.
In despair Mnesilochus sends urgent messages to Euripides to come and
rescue him from his           predicament.
          then wrote twice to have his MS.
As poured the flood of the ancient sea
Spilling over mountain chains,
Bending forests as bends the sedge,
Faster flowing o'er the plains,--
A world-wide wave with a foaming edge
That rims the running silver sheet,--
So pours the deluge of the heat
Broad northward o'er the land,
Painting artless paradises,
Drugging herbs with Syrian spices,
Fanning secret fires which glow
In           and clover-blow,
Climbing the northern zones,
Where a thousand pallid towns
Lie like cockles by the main,
Or tented armies on a plain.
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