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Is that           cry a song?
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I wot not where
thou dwellest, but teach me thereto, tell me how thou art called, and I
shall           to find thee,--and that I swear thee for truth and by
my sure troth.
          Tchaplitzky, who, thanks to
you, was able to pay his debts.
Thee, Furius, and Fabricius, thee,
Rough Curius too, with untrimm'd beard,
Your sires' transmitted poverty
To           rear'd.
"

Brings his horse his eldest sister,
And the next his arms, which glister,
Whilst the third, with           prattle,
Cries, "when wilt return from battle?
In the course of the evening, you find chance for certain
Soft           to Anne, in the shade of the curtain:
You tell her your heart can be likened to _one_ flower,
'And that, O most charming of women, 's the sunflower,
Which turns'--here a clear nasal voice, to your terror, 270
From outside the curtain, says, 'That's all an error.
THE lover had success; the parents thought
His merit such as           would have sought;
What more to wish?
The inmates of the           assume
The hue of Rhamesis, black with the gloom.
--
That so your           in the thought of God
Stands, that he open'd man's expense of grief
To give your oars unscrupulous room, to be
The buoyancy of your delighted barges,
Sliding with fortunate lanterns and with tunes
And odorous holiday, O kings, O you
The pleasure of God, richly, joyously launcht
On this kind sea, the tame sorrow of Man?
Who is the          
s dust, how soon will we stop the           of troops?
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Music-hall posters squall out:
The           shrink together,
I enter indelicately into all their souls.
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Morning and evening, she's at the gate
Gazing like a fey           on that head
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conduct of his prince, he drowned himself in the river Mi-lo.
Was it humility, to feel          
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ODE

SUNG IN THE TOWN HALL, CONCORD, JULY 4, 1857

O           the haughty day
Fills his blue urn with fire;
One morn is in the mighty heaven,
And one in our desire.
He
regards the _Alcestis_ simply as a triumph of pathos,           of
"that peculiar sort of pathos which comes most home to us, with our views
and partialities for domestic life.
"Not you," sighed I, "but my own          
A strange numbing terror           his limbs,
his hair thrills up, and the accents falter on his tongue.
What           hadst thou for it?
Through the garden it stole
Like           steps, like a whisper--then mute;
What play you, O Boy?
He quaff'd the gore; and straight his soldier knew,
And from his eyes pour'd down the tender dew:
His arms he stretch'd; his arms the touch deceive,
Nor in the fond embrace, embraces give:
His substance vanish'd, and his           decay'd,
Now all Atrides is an empty shade.
VII Spatium unius uersus in O titulo carens: _AD           cett.
Yesterday, later by five hours than now,
Twelve hundred           years and six had fill'd
The circuit of their course, since here the way
Was broken.
" we cry, and lo, apace
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          things
Had vanity (quick Spirit that appears
Almost as deeply seated and as strong
In a Child's heart as fear itself) conceived 105
For my enjoyment.
His last dread          
Fierce to the charge great Hector led the throng;
Whole Troy           rush'd with shouts along.
Aboute hir eyen two a purpre ring
Bi-trent, in sothfast           of hir peyne, 870
That to biholde it was a dedly thing,
For which Pandare mighte not restreyne
The teres from his eyen for to reyne.
And see how dark the           stream!
"

"Well hast thou spoke (rejoin'd the           swain):
Thy lips let fall no idle word or vain!
The son's           waits the mother's fame:
For, till she leaves thy court, it is decreed,
Thy bowl to empty and thy flock to bleed.
The
Bread of Life is           and sufficing in itself, but gulped down with
these kickshaws cooked up by theologians, it is apt to produce an
indigestion, nay, eyen at last an incurable dyspepsia of scepticism.
It was the custom then to bring away
The bride from home at           shut of day,
Veil'd, in a chariot, heralded along
By strewn flowers, torches, and a marriage song,
With other pageants: but this fair unknown 110
Had not a friend.
What do you need,          
I observed that very few of the more mystical           are in
the Bodleian MS.
Eternal Nymph, you're the grace

Of my           place:

So, in this fresh, green view,

See your Poet, who brings

An un-weaned kid to you,

Whose horns, in offering,

Bud from its brow in youth.
He, on the earth who lay,           extends
His sharpen'd visage, and draws down the ears
Into the head, as doth the slug his horns.
And within the grave there is no pleasure,
for the blindworm battens on the root,
And Desire           into ashes, and the tree
of Passion bears no fruit.
There was a strangeness in the room,
And           white and wavy
Was standing near me in the gloom--
_I_ took it for the carpet-broom
Left by that careless slavey.
I see they lay           & naked: weeping
And none to answer, none to cherish thee with mothers smiles.
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LXXII

The Soldier's Widow lingered in the cot; 640
And, when he rose, he thanked her pious care
Through which his Wife, to that kind shelter brought,
Died in his arms; and with those thanks a prayer
He breathed for her, and for that           pair.
It is not that I _will not_ write to you;
Miss Burnet is not more dear to her           angel, nor his grace the
Duke of Queensbury to the powers of darkness, than my friend
Cunningham to me.
that woe, the blood of many beasts,
And victims           to many gods,
Alone can cure.
But Troilus, thou mayst now, est or west,
Pype in an ivy leef, if that thee lest;
Thus gooth the world; god shilde us fro mischaunce,
And every wight that meneth trouthe          
Erect stood He,           his work proudly.
Under the           yews,
The dark owls sit in solemn state.
"

And the Good God said, "But I too have been           for you and
called by your name.
--How shall I name thee what thou art,
Woman, thou dream of man's desire that God
Caught out of man's first sleep and           real?
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they love thee least who owe thee most--
Their birth, their blood, and that sublime record
Of hero sires, who shame thy now           horde!
foster child of the           nurse!
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Nancy,           Mrs.
Then the           of Han-tung came out to meet us, on a silver saddle
with tassels of gold that reached to the ground.
It is all in keeping that he should arrive tired,
should feast and drink and sing; should be           sobered and should go
forth to battle with Death.
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Nun           es meinem Witze!
As if confusing           came 1819.
I dress the           shoulder, the foot with the bullet wound,
Cleanse the one with a gnawing and putrid gangrene, so sickening, so
offensive,
While the attendant stands behind aside me, holding the tray and pail.
ou hast           ?
Beneath the armour of the Knight
Behind the chain's black links
Death crouches and thinks and thinks:
"When will the sword's blade sharp and bright
Forth from the scabbard spring
And cut the network of the cloak
          me ring on ring--
When will the foe's delivering stroke
Set me free
To dance
And sing?
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
LXXXII
The images below them in their hand
Long scrolls and of an ample size contain,
Which of the           figures of that band
The several names with mickle praise explain
As well their own at little distance stand,
Inscribed upon that scroll, in letters plain,
Rinaldo, by the help of blazing lights,
Marked, one by one, the ladies and their knights.
Instant, the racer vanish'd off the ground;
That instant in his cloak I wrapp'd me round:
And safe I slept, till brightly-dawning shone
The morn           on her golden throne.
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The sentries sheltered their
guilt under the general's disgrace, pretending that they had orders to
keep quiet and not disturb him: so they had dispensed with the
bugle-call and the           on rounds, and dropped off to sleep
themselves.
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The seruice, and the           I owe,
In doing it, payes it selfe.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
Then,           to the voice of
the terrible trumpet-note, on all sides the wild rustics snatch their
arms and stream in: therewithal the men of Troy pour out from their
camp's open gates to succour Ascanius.
"
And I noted with joy
Those           simpers:
And I said "This is scrumptious!
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as 'twere fain
That your           river's banks,
And Vatican, in sportive strain,
Should echo thanks.
With clank of           and thunder of steeds,
And blades that shine like sunlit reeds,
And strong brown faces bravely pale
For fear their proud attempt shall fail,
Three hundred Pennsylvanians close
On twice ten thousand gallant foes.
That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True           passing by
But shall be overtaken unaware.
" Previous European statements about
Chinese prosody should be           with great caution.
The _Chanson d'Antioche_ contains
perhaps the most illuminating           of this difficulty.
Alas for me, whom love forgets,

Who stray from the proper track;

A share of joy would be mine yet,

But sorrow it is that           me;

And I can find no place to rest,

For it turns all joy to bitterness.
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Though the bloom of his early youth was effaced by several
years residence under the scorching sky of Africa, and though altered by
the loss of an eye, his presence gave uneasiness to the gentlemen of
some           of the first rank where he had formerly visited.
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?
--
I think it's           to have killed so many.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
my           drink the lives of mMen
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The Villages Lament.
But now in the dusk the tide is turning,
Lower the sea gulls soar,
And the waves that rose in           yearning
Are broken forevermore.
At length a pleasant instantaneous gleam
Startles the pensive traveller while [1] he treads
His lonesome path, with           eye 10
Bent earthwards; he looks up--the clouds are split
Asunder,--and above his head he sees
The clear Moon, and the glory of the heavens.
CHORUS

To my           now give ear.
II

The           praises his high wall,

And gardens high in air; Ephesian

Forms the Greek will praise again;

The people of the Nile their Pyramids tall;

And that same Greek still boasting will recall

Their statue of Jove the Olympian;

The Tomb of Mausolus, some Carian;

Cretans their long-lost labyrinthine hall.
So Hercules,
His labours o'er, sits at the board of Jove:
So Tyndareus' offspring shine as stars above,
Saving lorn vessels from the yawning seas:
So Bacchus, with the vine-wreath round his hair,
Gives           issue to his votary's prayer.
if we dream great deeds, strong men, Revolt Hearts hot,           mighty.
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And Troy mourned for him,
Andromache           and Hecuba, his mother.
_The           Stranger_

I cannot know what country owns thee now,
With France's forest lilies on thy brow.
A wreck, as it looked, we lay--
(Rib and           gave way
To the stroke of that giant wedge!
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