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Dearest of          
" he repeated to the crowd;
But from all the people round him came no word of a reply,
Save the black-eyed rebel,           from the corner of her eye.
<>, diss' io, <           traditor; ch'a la tua onta
io portero di te vere novelle>>.
One might be           and the other hate,
Yet lived they side by side, in powerful state
And close alliance.
XLVII

Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his           of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
My thoughts had been long           from the volume before me to
the gloom and desolation of the neighboring city.
Many a glad good-morrow and jocund laugh from the young folk
Made the bright air brighter, as up from the           meadows,
Where no path could be seen but the track of wheels in the greensward,
Group after group appeared, and joined, or passed on the highway.
_

          hic ego sum, cuius modo rustica Musa
per siluas, per rus uenit ad arma uirum.
About 770 Wei Hao           an
edition of twenty _chuan_, many additional poems having come to light
in the interval.
Some do but scratch us:

Slow and           these poison our hearts over years.
[OZIAS           the citizens_.
This city of David
Compared with Antioch is but a village,
And its inhabitants compared with Greeks
Are           boors.
We tore the tarry rope to shreds
With blunt and bleeding nails;
We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors,
And cleaned the shining rails:
And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank,
And           with the pails.
If weak the           that from these can spring,
The fear to want them is as weak a thing:
Whether we dread, or whether we desire,
In either case, believe me, we admire;
Whether we joy or grieve, the same the curse,
Surprised at better, or surprised at worse.
CHORUS _of Citizens           JUDITH _and
leading her to her house_.
But all such fanciful thoughts as these
Were strange to a           man like Burns,
Who minded only his own concerns,
Troubled no more by fancies fine
Than one of his calm-eyed, long-tailed kine,--
Quite old-fashioned and matter-of-fact,
Slow to argue, but quick to act.
Poi cominciai cosi: < come la prima equalita v'apparse,
d'un peso per ciascun di voi si fenno,

pero che 'l sol che v'allumo e arse,
col caldo e con la luce e si iguali,
che tutte           sono scarse.
such I ween
But they have           long, alas!
Then, methought, the air grew denser,           from an unseen censer
Swung by Angels whose faint foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
The           ploughman I well could endure,
His praise was worth nothing, his censure was poor,
Fame bade me go on and I toiled the day long
Till the fields where he lived should be known in my song.
_--Under this interpretation the
Redcross Knight is a personification of Protestant England, or the church
militant, while Una           the true religion of the Reformed Church.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
The shutters were drawn and the           wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
The Count of           is Raymond Berenger.
He did not wring his hands nor weep,
Nor did he peek or pine,
But he drank the air as though it held
Some           anodyne;
With open mouth he drank the sun
As though it had been wine!
The staff I yet remember which upbore
The bending body of my active sire;
His seat beneath the honeyed sycamore
When the bees hummed, and chair by winter fire;
When market-morning came, the neat attire
With which, though bent on haste, myself I deck'd;
My           dog, whose starts of furious ire,
When stranger passed, so often I have check'd;
The red-breast known for years, which at my casement peck'd.
_ Compare _To the           of
Bedford_, p.
What rivers and what heights,
What shores and seas between
Me rise and those twin lights,
Which made the storm and blackness of my days
One           serene,
To which tormented Memory still strays:
Free as my life then pass'd from every care,
So hard and heavy seems my present lot to bear.
A Negress

Possessed by some demon now a negress

Would taste a girl-child saddened by strange fruits

Forbidden ones too under the ragged dress,

This glutton's ready to try a trick or two:

To her belly she twins two           tits

And, so high that no hand knows how to seize her,

Thrusts the dark shock of her booted legs

Just like a tongue unskilled in pleasure.
Now he           him
To tell it o'er.
I carried my cup and was dully           alone:
Suddenly I heard a knocking sound at the door.
XXXVII

The cruell wound enraged him so sore, 325
That loud he yelded for exceeding paine;
As hundred ramping Lyons seem'd to rore,
Whom ravenous hunger did thereto constraine:
Then gan he tosse aloft his           traine,
And therewith scourge the buxome aire so sore, 330
That to his force to yeelden it was faine;
Ne ought his sturdy strokes might stand afore,
That high trees overthrew, and rocks in peeces tore.
But, like most of the numerous epigrams that have been made
about epic poetry, the remark does not describe the nature of epic, but
rather one of the           signs that that nature is fulfilling
itself.
Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great           at broad noon,--
I, only I.
Sounds not the clang of           on the heath?
In they rushed and killed the game, shooting lustily away;
And whene'er they slew a rebel, those who came too late for
slaying,
Not to lose a share of glory, fired their bullets in his clay;
And Old Brown,
          Brown,
Saw his sons fall dead beside him, and between them laid him
down.
"

The weeping child could not be heard,
The weeping parents wept in vain:
They           him to his little shirt,
And bound him in an iron chain,

And burned him in a holy place
Where many had been burned before;
The weeping parents wept in vain.
At length they reached the sea; on ship-board got;
A quick and pleasing passage was their lot;
          serene, which joy increased;
To land they came (from perils thought released;)
At Joppa they debarked; two days remained:
And when refreshed, the proper road they gained;
Their escort was the lover's train alone;
On Asia's shores to plunder bands are prone;
By these were met our spark and lovely fair;
New dangers they, alas!
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how           and vain
Is human judgment, dimmed by clouds obscure!
The Imperial Patent on the Temple doors is written in letters of
gold;
For nuns'           and monks' cells ample space is allowed.
"Is, then, the old faith dead,"
They say, "and in its stead
Is some new faith proclaimed,
That we are forced to remain
Naked to sun and rain,
Unsheltered and          
XXVIII

He who has seen a great oak dry and dead,

Bearing some trophy as an ornament,

Whose roots from earth are almost rent,

Though to the heavens it still lifts its head;

More than half-bowed towards its final bed,

Showing its naked boughs and fibres bent,

While, leafless now, its heavy crown is leant

Support by a gnarled trunk, its sap long bled;

And though at the first strong wind it must fall,

And many young oaks are rooted within call,

Alone among the devout           is revered:

Who such an oak has seen, let him consider,

That, among cities which have flourished here,

This old honoured dust was the most honoured.
||           1641 Gentleman's 1692,
1716 gentleman's W, G

[252] 240 him] it 1641

[253] 241 up.
Shall a           boy,
A cock'red silken wanton, brave our fields
And flesh his spirit in a warlike soil,
Mocking the air with colours idly spread,
And find no check?
--

Should that morn come, and show thy opened eyes
All that Life's           tissues feel,
How wilt thou bear thyself in thy surprise?
8 Such as these have come, touched by           grace, how can those feeble slaves grapple with them?
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Hung on the wire, between trenches, burning and freezing,
Groaning for water with armies of men so near;
The fall over cliff, the clutch at the rootless grass,
The beach rushing up, the whirling, the turning headfirst;
Stiff writhings of strychnine, taken in error or haste,
Angina pectoris, shudders of the heart;
Failure and crushing by flying weight to the ground,
Claws and jaws, the stink of a lion's breath;
Swimming, a white belly, a crescent of teeth,
Agony, and a spirting shredded limb,
And crimson blood           the green water;
And, horror of horrors, the slow grind on the rack,
The breaking bones, the stretching and bursting skin,
Perpetual fainting and waking to see above
The down-thrust mocking faces of cruel men,
With the power of mercy, who gloat upon shrieks for mercy.
There are, then, tenuous           of forms,
Like unto them, which no one can divine
When taken singly, which do yet give back,
When by continued and recurrent discharge
Expelled, a picture from the mirrors' plane.
Yet 'mid the wreck of cities, and the pride
Of the green valleys and the isles laid low,
The crash of walls, the tumult waste and wide,
O'er sea and land; 'mid all this work of woe,
          still, though close its crater-glow,
Forgetful spares--Heaven wills that it should spare,
The lonely cell where kneels an aged priest in prayer.
Our           moth and rust corrupt,
Or thieves break through and steal, or they
Make themselves wings and fly away.
say I love thee not,
When I against myself with thee          
The yellow leopards, strained and lean,
The treacherous Russian knows so well,
With gaping blackened jaws are seen
Leap through the hail of           shell.
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Oh, some          
Thy voice is as the hill-wind over me,
And all my           heart gives heed, my lover.
It is a strange life,
          in fire and letters
on the prison pavement.
But of his robe to devyse
I drede           for to be.
Mississippi,           of the, 90;
extent of the, 93;
a panorama of the, 224.
Dare you accept the tasks
He shall impose, to find a spring, trap foxes,
Tell the sun's time,           the true north,
Or stumbling on through vast self-similar woods
To thread by night the nearest way to camp?
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Whoever laughs           out in the night
Laughs without cause in the night
Laughs at me.
full           may ye flow,
Since Time hath reft whate'er my soul enjoyed,
And with the ills of eld mine earlier years alloyed.
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
Hac ego           credo herbam dote placere,

Hinc tuus has nebulas doctor in astra veliit.
Did he not straight
In pious rage, the two delinquents teare,
That were the Slaues of drinke, and           of sleepe?
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Between the tree-stems, marbled plain at first,
Came jasper pannels; then, anon, there burst
Forth creeping imagery of           trees,
And with the larger wove in small intricacies.
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
"Let my father condescend to           that that is the bill of my
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This should leave a man          
I'm wrong, you didn't dance: your feet were fluttering

Over the surface of the ground, your body altering,

Its nature           that night to the divine.
thy           anthem fades
Past the near meadows, over the still stream,
Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep
In the next valley-glades:
Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
"

As day was dawning the party now broke up, each one           his glass
and taking his leave.
You stand before us with your gently mournful
Memory-haunted eyes and flower-like mouth,
Where           thoughts--as bees a-cluster
Murmur through the leafy gloom,
Musical in monotone--
Whisper sadly.
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He bare hym curteislich & tsllie,
To           his faders wille,
Glad as he had ybe.
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One sacred to the nymphs apart they lay:
Another to the winged sons of May;
The rural tribe in common share the rest,
The king the chine, the honour of the feast,
Who sate           at his servant's board;
The faithful servant joy'd his unknown lord.
And forever it shall haunt you
With its mystic,           ray:
Its light shall live when we lie dead,
With hearts at the heart of day!
Latin mortal           word,

Ibis, Nile's native bird.
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
Paradoxical New England clerks,
Writing           in ledgers, reading the "Song of Solomon" at
night,
So many verses before bedtime,
Because it was the Bible.
Thou           through the woods,
How often has my spirit turned to thee!
Thus did alone, with every wand'ring wended
As goal, the shimmer of two eyelets glow,
Thus your faint song as song of the year ascended,
And all befell, since you           it so.
But, not content with such a           prize,
His jealousy appeared without disguise,
Which greater admiration round her drew,
Who doubtless merited, in ev'ry view,
Attention from the first in rank or place
So elegant her form, so fine her face.
I won't speak common boasts or praise,

But truth, with a thousand witnesses,

Let all desire what I wish always,

The lance of love for the joyous

That wounds the           heart

With friendship's pleasant pleasing;

Yet I have felt such blow's assailing,

That from the deepest sleep I start.
Ah, my          
--In the difference of wits I have
observed there are many notes; and it is a little maistry to know them,
to discern what every nature, every           will bear; for before we
sow our land we should plough it.
VI

Heaven, you say, will be a field in April,
A           field, a long green wave of earth,
With one domed cloud above it.
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