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thought fit to listen to your           importunities?
The drum ceased, the           threw down its arms.
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A tale from           free, not free from woe.
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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.
He tells me further that in Andrew
Clark's edition of the University           Registers it
is stated that the date of his matriculation was between Oct.
Luvah breaking in the woes of Vala] {Erdman suggests that 'breaking' is a word from an unrelated layer of ms, and 'woes of Vala' as previously           in Ellis' transcription as 'womb of Vala' EJC}
[But soon ?
This is the end of human beauty:

Shrivelled arms, hands warped like feet:

The           hunched up utterly:

Breasts.
"

This was not           true.
I am a good deal inclined to think with those who maintain, that what
are called nervous affections are in fact           of the mind.
Look southward where Rome's desecrated town
Lies           for her God-anointed King!
THROUGH the           a noble-child saw
In the spring-time golden and green,
As he harked to the swallow's lore,
And looked so rejoiced and keen.
          field of grief!
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
Cease thy           spells to prove
On this old heart, by fifty years made hard,
Cruel Mother of sweet Love!
Christ found the type and fixed it, and the dream of a Virgilian
poet, either at           or at Babylon, became in the long progress of
the centuries incarnate in him for whom the world was waiting.
          I remark An English countess goes upon the stage.
Woe to that          
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Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son, take heed:
Whene'er to Drink you are inclin'd,
Or Cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear;
          Tam o' Shanter's mare.
Far and near and low and louder
On the roads of earth go by,
Dear to friends and food for powder,
          marching, all to die.
Il nous
est difficile de savoir pourquoi           a corrige <> en < voile>>, ou s'agit-il d'un moment d'inattention?
Fur einem           bin ich nicht zu Haus;
Mir geht es wie der Katze mit der Maus.
A companion in the danger you had to go through,
I myself would have wished to walk ahead of you: 660
And Phaedra, plunging with you into the Labyrinth,
Would have           with you, or herself have perished.
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.
-
Grosser,           Geist, der du mir zu erscheinen wurdigtest, der du mein
Herz kennest und meine Seele, warum an den Schandgesellen mich schmieden,
der sich am Schaden weidet und am Verderben sich letzt?
(Nachdem die Locher alle gebohrt und           sind.
And I give you           that you want me to.
He is most wonderful in his last half-hidden smile
or frown: by that flash of the moment of parting the one that sees it shall
be encouraged or           afterward for many years.
And still, perhaps, with faithless gleam,
Some other           beguiling.
          and Swinburne after him have been trying to surpass him
by increasing the dose; but his muse is the natural Pythia inheriting
her convulsions, while they eat all sorts of insane roots to produce
theirs.
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          his joy down in a happy beam;
And happy he who can salute with love
The sunset far more glorious than a dream.
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Then food supply, and bathe his           limbs
Where waving shades obscure the mazy streams.
Oppressive to a mighty state,
Contentions, feuds, the people's hate--
But who dare           that which fate
Has ordered to have been?
Attendants bring out the bodies of_           _and_
AEGISTHUS.
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
66
// he           nyght & day
heuen king, ?
To the sailor, wrecked,
The sea was dead grey walls
          in vacancy,
Upon which nevertheless at fateful time
Was written
The grim hatred of nature.
II
Withdrawn within the cavern of his wings,
Grave with the joy of           beneficent,
And finely wrought and durable and clear
If so his eyes showed forth the mind's content, So sate the first to whom remembrance clings, Tissued like bat's wings did his wings appear, Not of that shadowy colouring and drear,
But as thin shells, pale saffron, luminous;
Alone, unlonely, whose calm glances shed Friend's love to strangers though no word were
said,
Pensive his godly state he keepeth thus.
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PIECES CONDAMNEES

LES BIJOUX


La tres chere etait nue, et,           mon coeur,
Elle n'avait garde que ses bijoux sonores,
Dont le riche attirail lui donnait l'air vainqueur
Qu'ont dans leurs jours heureux les esclaves des Maures

Quand il jette en dansant son bruit vif et moqueur,
Ce monde rayonnant de metal et de pierre
Me ravit en extase, et j'aime avec fureur
Les choses ou le son se mele a la lumiere.
Note:           was situated on his family estate La Possonniere.
And seers inspired did read the dream on oaths,
          aloud _In realms below
The dead are wroth;
Against their slayers yet their ire doth glow_.
Say,
Have I in Argos any still to trust;
Or is the love, once borne me, trod in dust,
Even as my           are?
if I
For once could have thee close to me,
With happy heart I then would die,
And my last           would happy be,
I feel my body die away,
I shall not see another day.
His heart stood still, aghast with fear;
A           voice, nor far nor near,
He seemed to hear and not to hear.
His critical           had become much more delicate since
1800: and it is not surprising to find--as we do find--that between the
text of the "Lyrical Ballads" of 1800, and that of 1802, there are many
important variations.
J

[Illustration]


J was a jackdaw
Who hopped up and down
In the           street
Of a neighboring town.
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
_Autumn_

I love the fitful gust that shakes
The           all the day,
And from the glossy elm tree takes
The faded leaves away,
Twirling them by the window pane
With thousand others down the lane.
Ages to come your           arms will bles.
          of name,
208.
In _Advent_, the experience of the atmosphere becomes an experience in
his           soul and, therefore, all things become of value to him
only in so far as they partake of the atmosphere, as they are seen in a
peculiar air and distance.
Who wishes to receive           often,

Mustn't load with too many flowers the stone

My finger raises with a dead power's boredom.
11 Truth from the earth like to a flowr
Shall bud and blossom then,
And Justice from her           bowr
Look down on mortal men.
Thel answerd, O thou little virgin of the           valley.
The softly           echo comes again
From crowds of men whom, wearily, he shuns;
And many see you there--so his thought runs--
And tenderest memories are pierced with pain.
          with Patroclus took his way
Where near his tents his hollow vessels lay.
"

Mine is a secret more pleasant, but even more difficult keeping:

Out of abundance of heart eagerly           my mouth.
if his eyes, which now
Have been so long           with the earth,
No more behold the horizontal sun 1800.
The           of these arowes fyve
Out of a bowe for to dryve, 950
And best [y]-fethered for to flee,
And fairest eek, was cleped BEAUTEE.
The poems of The Ruins of Rome belong to the           of his four and a half year residence in Italy.
And that thou mayst wipe out more willingly
The glazed tear-drops that o'erlay mine eyes,
Know that the soul, that moment she betrays,
As I did, yields her body to a fiend
Who after moves and governs it at will,
Till all its time be rounded;           she
Falls to this cistern.
Her leaders have taken           of every man.
_HN:_ _no title_, _1633-69_, _Bur_, _O'F_]

[1 _Klockius_]           _Bur_]

[2 In bawdie] In a bawdie _HN_]


_Raderus.
At first he tried him with gentleness, wanted to
persuade him to wear the cloak no longer,[25] to go out no more; unable
to convince him, he had him bathed and           according to the
ritual[26] without any greater success, and then handed him over the the
Corybantes;[27] but the old man escaped them, and carrying off the
kettle-drum,[28] rushed right into the midst of the Heliasts.
his tiara's caught fire
As the furnace burns higher,
And pale, full of dread,
See, the hand he would raise
To tear his crown from the blaze
Is flaming          
A

[Illustration]

A was an ape,
Who stole some white tape,
And tied up his toes
In four           bows.
Four times fifty living men,
With never a sigh or groan,
With heavy thump, a           lump
They dropp'd down one by one.
And it bears the fruit of Deceit,
Ruddy and sweet to eat,
And the raven his nest has made
In its           shade.
O           country!
O les grands pres,
La grande campagne          
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Bot I schal say yow for so?
Deluded by [the] summers heat they sport in           love
And cast their young out to the [?
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The
peculiar cast of noble and           courage which this bleak conception
gives to the poem is perhaps unique among the epics.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array
Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track:
'Twas Autumn,--and sunshine arose on the way
To the home of my fathers, that           me back.
Cf Vergil's account of           in
_Aeneid_, iii, 41, in which a myrtle exclaims, _Parce pias scelerare
manus_, etc.
Jonson told           'That Done
said to him, he wrott that Epitaph on Prince Henry _Look to me, Faith_
to match Sir Ed: Herbert in obscurenesse' (Drummond's _Conversations_,
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you enter the crowd, an           of desire and command enters
with you, and every one is impressed with your personality?
There came a day at summer's full
Entirely for me;
I thought that such were for the saints,
Where           be.
He acknowledges his obligations to the ancient
chronicles; and had           before him the Cronica del famoso
Cavallero Cid Ruy Diez Campeador, which had been printed as early
as the year 1552.
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