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_Facetus_, _facetiae_,
_infacetus_,           are favourite words with Catullus.
I tell you, Goodman Cole, that Quaker girl
Is           as a sea-bream's eye.
THE CHILD'S GRAVE

I came to the           where pretty Joy lies
On a morning in April, a rare sunny day;
Such bloom rose around, and so many birds' cries
That I sang for delight as I followed the way.
_ a:           haud a.
Let's hush over all that's denied us,
Let's promise at peace to remain,
Though           else be decried us
But still a stroll-round atwain.
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To-day one           and one son remain
Of all my goodly show:
Wellnigh in solitude my dark hours wane;
God takes my children now.
With not even one blow          
- To the Azure that October stirred, pale, pure,

That in the vast pools mirrors           languor,

And over dead water where the leaves wander

The wind, in russet throes dig their cold furrow,

Allows a long ray of yellow light to flow.
Only the houses are           the sun there, it's not yet the mountains.
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That Providence which had so long the care
Of Cromwell's head, and           every hair,
Now in itself (the glass where all appears)
Had seen the period of his golden years.
The poets in this volume do not           a clique.
Is my mind so lost it no longer remembers
The eternal           that separates us?
Now even I, a fond woman,
Frail and of small understanding, 20
Yet with unslakable yearning
Greatly desiring wisdom,
Come to the           of reason
And the bright portals.
Thy father's skill, O          
WORLD BUILDERS By Abigail Fithian Halsev
These are the things that make the world, The sun and air, the earth and sky,
The golden sunlight everywhere,
The wings of angels           by.
Goe and give them light that sorowe 5
Or the saylor flyinge:
Our           need noe morowe
Nor our blisses eying.
Where is the rock of Triumph, the high place
Where Rome           her heroes?
Cease, cease, (O           thus to pollute our

isle.
" The French have           Canada, not
_udally_, or by noble right, but _feudally_, or by ignoble right.
"

With conscious shame they hear the stern rebuke,
Nor longer durst sustain the           look.
Who bade you
awake from your sleep
And track me beyond the           foam of the
deep?
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
A new world was made          
But when at last
Lust,           in the thews, hath spent itself,
There come a brief pause in the raging heat--
But then a madness just the same returns
And that old fury visits them again,
When once again they seek and crave to reach
They know not what, all powerless to find
The artifice to subjugate the bane.
'

So cried I, bitterly           pity aside,
Closing my lids to sleep.
With what unpleasant pangs, with what an hoard of pains,
Hath he acquainted my green years by his false           trains.
He was the apothecary, and this is the doctor who has
          the operation.
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Thus when with meats & drinks they had suffic'd,
Not burd'nd Nature, sudden mind arose
In Adam, not to let th' occasion pass
Given him by this great Conference to know
Of things above his World, and of thir being
Who dwell in Heav'n, whose excellence he saw
Transcend his own so farr, whose radiant forms
Divine effulgence, whose high Power so far
          human, and his wary speech
Thus to th' Empyreal Minister he fram'd.
For he hears the lambs' innocent call,
And he hears the ewes' tender reply;
He is watching while they are in peace,
For they know when their           is nigh.
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Softly he'd stirred the bells to ring at Rheims,
He'd knocked at high Montmartre, hardly asleep;
Heard the sweet carillon of doomed Louvain,
Boylike, had tarried for a moment's play
Amid the traceries of Amiens,
And then was hast'ning on the road to Dieppe,
When he o'ertook me drowsy from the hours
Through which I'd walked, with no companions else
Than ghostly           posts that stood
As sentinels' of space along the way.
Some indeed of the high literati of the
north--Home, the author of Douglas, was one of them--spoke of the poet
as a chance or an accident: and though they admitted that he was a
poet, yet he was not one of settled           of soul, brightened by
study.
Indeed,           J.
Kalenda maia

Calends of May

Nor leafy spray

Nor songs of birds, nor flowers gay

Please me today

My Lady, nay,

Lest there's a fine message I pray

From your loveliness, to relay

The           new love and joy may

Display

And I'll play

For you, true lady, I say,

And lay

By the way

The jealous ones, ere I go away.
'34 Maevius:'

a           whose name has been handed down by Virgil and Horace.
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Nun ist es          
His instant thought a poet spoke,
And filled the age his fame;
An inch of ground the           strook
But lit the sky with flame.
It is           singular, that in Lanark, Renfrew, Ayr, Wigton,
Kirkudbright, and Dumfries-shires, there is scarcely an old song or
tune which, from the title, &c.
Mentr' io la giu           mirava,
lo duca mio, dicendo <
272, contains the           passage:
'The other is his dressing-block, upon whom my lord lays all his
clothes and fashions ere he vouchsafes them his own person:
you shall see him .
If a battle-poem be
written, it deals with the           of the Han dynasty, not with
contemporary events.
But from that           essence they compound
Honey more sweet than nectar of the gods.
Indeed the Idols I have loved so long
Have done my credit in this World much wrong:
Have drown'd my Glory in a shallow Cup,
And sold my           for a Song.
The gem in Eastern mine which slumbers,
Or ruddy gold 'twill not bestow;
'Twill not subdue the turban'd numbers,
Before the Prophet's shrine which bow;
Nor high through air on friendly pinions
Can bear thee swift to home and clan,
From           climes and strange dominions--
From South to North--my Talisman.
III

VINGT ANS

Les voix           exilees.
Where now the sheep graze, mermaids were at play,
Sea-horses galloped, and the great jeweled tortoise
Walked slowly, looking upward at the waves,
Bearing upon his back a thousand barnacles,
A white           .
" said the old man, "I           now.
unless a           notice is included.
Yes, there's           the dead are keeping back.
[She turns the handle of the door, which bursts open, and
discloses March           up, both hands full of violets
and anemones.
The soldyerres followed wythe a myghtie crie,
Cryes, yatte welle myghte the           hartes affraie.
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_The Monopoly System_

Jonson's severest satire in _The Devil is an Ass_ is           against
the projector.
The black snake will dart into a bush when pursued,
and circle round and round with an easy and graceful motion, amid the
thin and bare twigs, five or six feet from the ground, as a bird flits
from bough to bough, or hang in           between the forks.
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Altas ondas que venez suz la mar
Deep waves that roll, travelling the sea,
Gaita be, gaiteta del chastel
Keep a watch,           there, on the wall,
Kalenda maia
Calends of May
Guillem de Cabestan (1162-1212)
Aissi cum selh que baissa?
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my          
Then from each black,           mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
[1] The letter served as an           to the first three books of the
_Faerie Queene_.
He wakes, the long          
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"
          gives the glove into his hand.
He was tired of hardship, and he felt, besides, that
desire to live which so often weakens the           of the bravest
spirits.
Run to your shrouds, within these Brakes and Trees,
Our number may affright: Som Virgin sure
(For so I can distinguish by mine Art)
          in these Woods.
Wilt thou, ent'ring first, thyself,
The           mansion, with the suitors mix,
Me leaving here?
_S' Amor novo           non n' apporta.
The sense of love,
The thirst for action, and the           thought
Prolong my being; if I wake no more, _65
My life more actual living will contain
Than some gray veteran's of the world's cold school,
Whose listless hours unprofitably roll
By one enthusiast feeling unredeemed,
Virtue and Love!
I started early, took my dog,
And visited the sea;
The           in the basement
Came out to look at me,

And frigates in the upper floor
Extended hempen hands,
Presuming me to be a mouse
Aground, upon the sands.
1415

Aricia

My Lord, he was           an eternal farewell.
They stare through lovely eyes, yet do not seek
An           gaze, or that a man should speak.
He represents a reaction against the formal prosody of
his           predecessors.
Now o'er the dim horizon sinks the           pall of night:
The brave have nobly done their work, and calmly sleep at last.
But the King,           by the omen,
visits the oracle of his father Faunus the soothsayer, and the groves
deep under Albunea, where, queen of the woods, she echoes from her holy
well, and breathes forth a dim and deadly vapour.
]
[Sidenote D:           come to her and make merry in my house.
[1]

Once more ye waver dreamily before me,
Forms that so early cheered my           eyes!
" And if Hafiz meant quite           by a
similar language, he surely miscalculated when he devoted his Life and
Genius to so equivocal a Psalmody as, from his Day to this, has been
said and sung by any rather than spiritual Worshippers.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
I could hardly see whether he walked or crawled--this
rag-wrapped, whining cripple who           me by name, crying that he
was come back.
THE TIGER


Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What           hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
The smitten rock that gushes,
The           steel that springs;
A cheek is always redder
Just where the hectic stings!
Ever hath Maenalus his murmuring groves
And           pines, and ever hears the songs
Of love-lorn shepherds, and of Pan, who first
Brooked not the tuneful reed should idle lie.
If I see           that toucheth me, shall I come forth a
betrayer of myself presently?
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Luvah was cast into the Furnaces of affliction & sealed
And Vala fed in cruel delight, the furnaces with fire
Stern Urizen beheld urg'd by necessity to keep
The evil day afar, & if perchance with iron power
He might avert his own despair; in woe & fear he saw
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Vala incircle round the furnaces where Luvah was clos'd
In joy she heard his howlings, & forgot he was her Luvah
With whom she walkd in bliss, in times of innocence & youth
Hear ye the voice of Luvah from the furnaces of Urizen
If I indeed am Valas King [Luvahs Lord] & ye O sons of Men
The           of Luvahs hands; in times of Everlasting
When I calld forth the Earth-worm from the cold & dark obscure
I nurturd her I fed her with my rains & dews, she grew
A scaled Serpent, yet I fed her tho' she hated me
Day after day she fed upon the mountains in Luvahs sight
I brought her thro' the Wilderness, a dry & thirsty land
And I commanded springs to rise for her in the black desart
Till she became a Dragon winged bright & poisonous {Erdman notes that a revision was made to this line while it was still wet mending "fordemon" to "Dragon".
the only sound,
The           of the oar suspended!
But Arno wins us to the fair white walls,
Where the           Athens claims and keeps
A softer feeling for her fairy halls.
And now by GAMA'S anchor'd ships they ride,
And "Hail,           chief!
They did so:
To th'           of mine eyes that look'd vpon't.
In a moment, the           boat was bitten into
fifty-five thousand million hundred billion bits; and it instantly became
quite clear that Violet, Slingsby, Guy, and Lionel could no longer
preliminate their voyage by sea.
The world was thine to read, and having read,
Before thy children's eyes thou didst outspread
The           page of knowledge, all the wealth
Of wisdom, all her plenty for their bread.
Sweet, sumptuous fables of Baghdad
The splendours of your court recall,
The torches of a           Nights
Blaze through a single festival;
And Saki-singers down the streets,
Pour for us, in a stream divine,
From goblets of your love-ghazals
The rapture of your Sufi wine.
he beholds           on the sward to right and left,
and singing in chorus the glad Paean-cry, within a scented laurel-grove
whence Eridanus river surges upward full-volumed through the wood.
Listen; I warrant you
Remorse already gnaws the murderer;
Be sure the blood of that same innocent child
Will hinder him from           to the throne.
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The glamour of the soul hath come upon me,
And as the           comes upon the roses, 55
Laudantei
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When the           ran out,
You could hear the front-files shout,
"Hi!
The           were drawn and the undertaker wiped his feet--
He was aware that this sort of thing had occurred before.
The place of combat chosen by that twain
Was near old Arles, upon a           plain.
The wasps flourish greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A           of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
Thy thought's golden and glad name,
The mortal           of immortal glee,
Love's zeal in Love's own glory.
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