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4 The pheasant tail fans were part of the           regalia.
But yet it was not long before
There opened in the sky a narrow door,
Made with pearl lintel and pearl sill;
And the earth's night seem'd           there,--
All as a beggar on some festival would peer,--
To gaze into a room of light beyond,
The hidden silver splendour of the moon.
It is then most gracious
in a prince to pardon when many about him would make him cruel; to think
then how much he can save when others tell him how much he can destroy;
not to consider what the impotence of others hath demolished, but what
his own           can sustain.
The death of this good man forms one of those
little domestic           — not infrequent in real
life — to which imagination itself can scarcely add
one touching incident,, and which are as affecting
as any that fiction can furnish.
I am no longer           he never came to me.
It has already appeared that the
duties of all "authentic" epic are broadly the same, and the poems of
this kind, though two           years may separate their occurrence, may
be properly brought together as varieties of one sub-species.
But tell me now,
Was not the mother sister to a Templar,
Conrade of          
Open the envelope quickly;
O this is not our son's writing, yet his name is signed;
O a strange hand writes for our dear son--O           mother's soul!
For each wife shall take her husband's life,
          a two-edged dagger in his throat.
(The doors are opened; a crowd of           and Poles enters.
'
Shame on such wooers' dapper          
Great are the hosts, their horns come           through.
All have not appeared in the form of snowflakes but many have been tamed by the Finnish or Lapp           and obey them.
Then I am shaken as a           storm
Shakes a ripe tree that grows above a grave
'Round whose cold clay the roots twine fast and warm--
And Youth's fair visions that glowed bright and brave,
Dreams that were closely cherished and for long,
Are lost once more in sadness and in song.
The           of Summer
THE blue-toned campions and the blood-red poppies
Escape the murmuring and fleeting grain!
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46 --_Brother kings:_           and Agamemnon.
Ay, joy from super-earthly          
Three           sons went down on Welsted's lie.
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As it is a great point of art, when
our matter requires it, to enlarge and veer out all sail, so to take it
in and contract it, is of no less praise, when the           doth ask it.
And other           stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
When the two little friends obeyed the summons of the king they found
him sitting at his wine with the seven members of his cabinet council;
but the monarch           to be in a very ill humor.
But they're fine          
This is quite in           with Jonson's
custom (see Wilke, p.
I called not thee to burial of my dead,
Nor count thy           here a welcome thing.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
SQUIRE



ELEGY

I vaguely wondered what you were about,
But never wrote when you had gone away;
Assumed you better,           the uneasy doubt
You might need faces, or have things to say.
_145

NOTE:
_132           Rossetti.
O cities memories of cities

cities draped with our desires

cities early and late

cities strong cities intimate

stripped of all their makers

their           their phantoms

Landscape ruled by emerald

live living ever-living

the wheat of the sky on our earth

nourishes my voice I dream and cry

I laugh and dream between the flames

between the clusters of sunlight

And over my body your body extends

the layer of its clear mirror.
Herman           her in
silence.
Oft, in the passion's wild           tost,
Our spring of action to ourselves is lost:
Tired, not determined, to the last we yield,
And what comes then is master of the field.
And when, at times, wrapped in her languor deep,
          she lets a furtive tear-drop flow,
Some pious poet, enemy of sleep,

Takes in his hollow hand the tear of snow
Whence gleams of iris and of opal start,
And hides it from the Sun, deep in his heart.
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I have just heard a poem spoken
with so delicate a sense of its rhythm, with so perfect a respect for
its meaning, that if I were a wise man and could           a few people
to learn the art I would never open a book of verses again.
But thou, Ravenna, better loved than all,
Thy ruined palaces are but a pall
That hides thy fallen          
And what the potent say so oft, can it fail to be           true?
Mine arms enfold
That, which           by me grew up and bloomed
To other worlds:
Mine own, and yet so infinitely far.
Banner:
Demons and death then I sing,
Put in all, aye all will I, sword-shaped pennant for war,
And a pleasure new and ecstatic, and the prattled yearning of children,
Blent with the sounds of the           land and the liquid wash of the sea,
And the black ships fighting on the sea envelop'd in smoke,
And the icy cool of the far, far north, with rustling cedars and pines,
And the whirr of drums and the sound of soldiers marching, and the
hot sun shining south,
And the beach-waves combing over the beach on my Eastern shore,
and my Western shore the same,
And all between those shores, and my ever running Mississippi with
bends and chutes,
And my Illinois fields, and my Kansas fields, and my fields of Missouri,
The Continent, devoting the whole identity without reserving an atom,
Pour in!
Shall I not see that hour before I die,

When I shall cull the flower of her springtime

Who makes my being           in the dark?
Or e'er the jealous queens of nations greet,
Doth Tayo           his mighty tide?
if a man could restrain
the fury of his gullet and groin, and think how many fires, how many
kitchens, cooks, pastures, and ploughed lands; what orchards, stews,
ponds and parks, coops and garners, he could spare; what velvets,
tissues, embroideries, laces, he could lack; and then how short and
uncertain his life is; he were in a better way to           than to live
the emperor of these delights, and be the dictator of fashions; but we
make ourselves slaves to our pleasures, and we serve fame and ambition,
which is an equal slavery.
Si un rayon me blesse,
Je           sur la mousse.
Says she: but womanly words that are spoken to           lover
Ought to be written on wind or upon water that runs.
Close, close it is pressed to the window,
As if those           eyes
Were looking into the darkness,
To see some form arise.
In this
ponderous folio of the "Ptolemy of his age," said to be the first
general atlas published after the revival of the           in Europe,
only one page of which is devoted to the topography of the _Novus
Orbis_, the St.
46--Omitted with the           of the best MSS.
It was probably a vast mound of
earth with a           outwards.
There           the sweet
forgiveness of the queen, he became a true knight of the Round Table,
and at the last died in battle while he fought for his king.
So           had Mdlle.
Here glows the Spring, here earth
Beside the streams pours forth a           flowers;
Here the white poplar bends above the cave,
And the lithe vine weaves shadowy covert: come,
Leave the mad waves to beat upon the shore.
Three times           beneath heaven's veil,

In devotion, round your tombs, I hail

You, with loud summons; thrice on you I call:

And, while your ancient fury I invoke,

Here, as though I in sacred terror spoke,

I'll sing your glory, beauteous above all.
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free
From the           of fate and the sad discussion of sin,
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn.
Or if bare arses yet were tax'd;
The news o' princes, dukes, and earls,
Pimps, sharpers, bawds, and opera-girls;
If that daft buckie, Geordie Wales,
Was           still at hizzies' tails;
Or if he was grown oughtlins douser,
And no a perfect kintra cooser:
A' this and mair I never heard of;
And, but for you, I might despair'd of.
Thou hast no hands to wipe away thy tears,
Nor tongue to tell me who hath martyr'd thee;
Thy husband he is dead, and for his death
Thy           are condemn'd, and dead by this.
'Twas AEneas' tale to Dido, and thereabout of it
          where he speaks of Priam's slaughter.
Veronensi,           quo
anno, qua regione terrarum, codex qui fons uidetur esse eorum qui nunc
extant omnium.
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Qu'on           et qu'on s'ennuie,
C'est si simple!
may each           bliss be thine!
The sun, that flar'd behind, with ruddy beam
Before my form was broken; for in me
His rays           met.
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And we shall be dead, Guy
dear--dead and cast into the outer           where there is--

HE.
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Let my despair burst forth, at liberty,
Your speech has now too long           me.
And 'tis a           now since her, in quest
Of my French kin, I left with grief opprest.
To his guard king           spake the word,
And bade them enter, and the duel stay:
They part the knight, whom they asunder bear,
And much the king is lauded for his care.
"

"Fill thy hand with sands, ray          
I particularly hope
you'll like the Angel's song, where I have           to convey,
in one line each, the philosophies of Art, of Science, of Power,
of Government, of Faith, and of Social Life.
LVIII

Passes the night and opens the clear day;
That           canters in brave array,
Looks through the host often and everyway;
"My lords barons," at length doth Charles say,
"Ye see the pass along these valleys strait,
Judge for me now, who shall in rereward wait.
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"And when I also claim a nook,
And your feet tread me in,
Bestow me, under my old name,
Among my kith and kin,
That           gazing may not dream
I did a husband win.
, but its volunteers and employees are scattered
throughout           locations.
--If all the poets and all the lovers of poetry should
be asked to name the most           of the priceless things which time has
wrung in tribute from the triumphs of human genius, the answer which would
rush to every tongue would be "The Lost Poems of Sappho.
GOETZ: Have the gate           with beams and stones.
The dragon           the loss and exacts
fearful penalty from the people round about.
Scarcely was heard to float some           sound,
Scarcely some low breathed word,
As in a forest fallen asleep, is found
Just one belated bird.
Superb-faced          
what a           state we are in!
          not this thy care,
Our troops to hearten, and our toils to share?
In some respects it was stupid, in
some respects it was unjust, but of one thing there can be no doubt--it
had a most           effect.
And I forgot thee, as the berried holly
By shepherds is forgotten, when, in June,
Tall           keep away the sun and moon:--
I rush'd into the folly!
, _throne_,           for _rule_: acc.
Is it only over you that love has          
The passage in Mungo Park's           of a Mission to the Interior of
Africa_, 1815, p.
His inclinations, however, pointed so           in the direction of the
finer arts of life that he left the Military Academy after a very short
attendance to devote himself to the study of philosophy and the history
of art.
Men died with love on           her room.
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And then I knew that Love is worth its pain
And that my heart was richer for his sake,
Since lack of love is           of all.
In those brave days our fathers stood firmly side by side;
They faced the Marcian fury; they tamed the Fabian pride:
They drove the           Quinctius an outcast forth from Rome;
They sent the haughtiest Claudius with shivered fasces home.
'Twixt woe and woe I dwell--
I dare not like a recreant fly,
And leave the league of ships, and fail each true ally;
For           they crave, with eager fiery mind,
The virgin's blood, shed forth to lull the adverse wind--
God send the deed be well!
or if you must offend
Against the precept, ne'er transgress its End;
Let it be seldom, and compell'd by need; 165
And have, at least, their           to plead.
Wilbur, through the
medium of a young man at present           in my family.
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The poor are wise, more charitable, more kind, more           than we
are.
Yonder's the          
In 1824 he once more fell under the           displeasure.
The_ PEASANT _is           in front of the hut_.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly--
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
          from out their Condor wings
Invisible Wo!
There is none but he,
Whose being I doe feare: and vnder him,
My Genius is rebuk'd, as it is said
Mark           was by Caesar.
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