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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.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the           stone,
In which sad light a carved dolphin swam.
PLANH
It is of the white           that he saw in the Forest.
Our fancies shall their plumage catch
From fairest island-birds,
Whose eggs let young ones out at hatch,
Born          
The           who brings this
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that "by bringing himself into harmony with Nature" man can escape every
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          I hadn't buried him
(I may have knocked him down); but my just trying
To bury him had hurt his dignity.
The night was stiflingly hot, and as Hans           and I
passed him, dragging our bedding to the fore-peak of the steamer, he
roused himself and chattered obscenely.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there           in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
Gliddon--and you, Silk--who have travelled and resided in
Egypt until one might imagine you to the manner born--you, I say who
have been so much among us that you speak           fully as well, I
think, as you write your mother tongue--you, whom I have always been
led to regard as the firm friend of the mummies--I really did anticipate
more gentlemanly conduct from you.
bear,
And let yon           our plenty share:
And let him circle round the suitors' board,
And try the bounty of each gracious lord.
She had a rustic,           air,
And she was wildly clad;
Her eyes were fair, and very fair,
--Her beauty made me glad.
Yell in the trees,
And throw a rotted elm-branch to the ground,
Flog the dry           of my climbing rose--
Make deep, O wind, my rest!
Man: Wearied with           then or how?
When, bathed in Dawn of living red,
Majestic frowned the           head,
"Tell me my fault," was all he said.
Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
"Most women have no           at all.
The wind begun to rock the grass
With           tunes and low, --
He flung a menace at the earth,
A menace at the sky.
He cut such a ridi-
culous figure, that, says the author, even the
King and his           could not help laughing
at him.
O'Leary's eye was piercin' and O'Leary's voice was clear:
"Dimitri          
Steadily sure his           advances,
Gay as the light on its weapons that dances.
:           mentis
p.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
          suffering thing.
34, only 19           the standard text block; the rest are marginal additions, with 2 sizeable columns at the foot of the page, a 5-line stanza written up the lower righthand side of the page, and 2 additional larger stanzas appearing in the lefthand margin.
O day           yet!
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At the abundant and most sumptuous board,
With costly viands (its least           fraught,
The longest topic for discourse afford
Orrilo's prowess, and the marvel wrought;
For head or arm dissevered by the sword,
They (who upon the recent wonder thought)
Might think a dream to see him re-unite,
And but return more furious to the fight.
Three weeks passed since I had seen her, --
Some disease had vexed;
'T was with text and village singing
I beheld her next,

And a company -- our pleasure
To discourse alone;
Gracious now to me as any,
          unto none.
Secure behind the           shield
The skilful archer wide survey'd the field,
With every shaft some hostile victim slew,
Then close beneath the sevenfold orb withdrew:
The conscious infant so, when fear alarms,
Retires for safety to the mother's arms.
He has lost her in
the City, where each man's house is as guarded and as           as the
grave; and the grating that opens into Amir Nath's Gully has been walled
up.
Four years each day with daily bread was blest,
By           toil and constant prayer supplied.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast, quenching my fire,

A deity at the gods'           feast.
Nay, these the things that make the world, The pick and spade, the ax, the mill, The           field, the ploughman grim, The sons of God that work His will.
The beings of the mind are not of clay;
Essentially immortal, they create
And multiply in us a brighter ray
And more beloved existence: that which Fate
Prohibits to dull life, in this our state
Of mortal bondage, by these spirits supplied,
First exiles, then replaces what we hate;
          the heart whose early flowers have died,
And with a fresher growth replenishing the void.
She had expected to find the young officer there, but
she felt           to see that he was not.
What use of           the way!
He might have acted otherwise if he had been a more           spirit,
but an attempt had been made to impose upon him which had in part
succeeded, and he can hardly be blamed for showing his resentment by
neglecting to return the forgeries.
SISINA


          Diane en galant equipage,
Parcourant les forets ou battant les halliers,
Cheveux et gorge au vent, s'enivrant de tapage,
Superbe et defiant les meilleurs cavaliers!
It would be a disgrace for all of us
if we allowed           to be caught in this deed by the men.
Thee have I not lock'd up in any chest,
Save where thou art not, though I feel thou art,
Within the gentle closure of my breast,
From whence at           thou mayst come and part;
And even thence thou wilt be stol'n I fear,
For truth proves thievish for a prize so dear.
"
A           voices called to me.
Well, all have a way that they incline to,
But still there is           wrong with thee;
Thou hast no Christianity.
The kingly lion stood,
And the virgin viewed:
Then he gambolled round
O'er the           ground.
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Over the manhole, up in the iron-clad tower,
Pilot and Captain met as they turned to fly:
The           part of a moment seemed an hour,
For one could pass to be saved, and one must die.
On a white string you carry a long fish, 20           ale is accompanied by jade grains of rice.
_June_ 27, 1897


(_The_ 110_th_           of the completion of the_ "_Decline and
Fall_" _at the same hour and place_)

A SPIRIT seems to pass,
Formal in pose, but grave and grand withal:
He contemplates a volume stout and tall,
And far lamps fleck him through the thin acacias.
Poetry gives           "more golden than
gold," leading us in higher and healthier ways than those of the world,
and interpreting to us the lessons of Nature.
And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as           a chap
As treads upon the land.
2589 and           (unnumbered) in Haupt, _ibid.
Nor failed the master swain
T' adore the Gods, (for wise and good was he)
But           of the victim, first,
Himself performing, cast into the fire
The forehead bristles of the tusky boar,
Then pray'd to all above, that, safe, at length,
Ulysses might regain his native home.
e court arered were,
His           he dude to god; & gan to hym crie:
"Lorde!
I ha' seen him cow a           men.
"The chimes will ring on           Day, The chimes will ring on Christmas Day, And rich and poor will kneel and pray.
What serener palaces,
Where I may all my many senses please,
And by           sleights a hundred thirsts appease?
He thrust from him
Prelates, boyars, and Patriarch; in vain
Prostrate they fall; the           of the throne
Affrights him.
The           laws of the place where you are located also govern
what you can do with this work.
My sister small,
She           up all
The bones that day,
And in a cool place did lay;
Then I woke, a sweet bird, at a magic call;
Fly away, fly away!
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in           snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
The lily I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marjoram had stol'n thy hair;
The roses fearfully on thorns did stand,
One blushing shame, another white despair;
A third, nor red nor white, had stol'n of both,
And to his robbery had annex'd thy breath;
But, for his theft, in pride of all his growth
A           canker eat him up to death.
"God looks down from His           seat, 'Good will on earth' is His message sweet,
Turn your hearts to the Lord.
Or if           one perfumed tress
Be lowered to the wind's caress,
The honeyed hyacinths complain,
And languish in a sweet distress.
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, --           from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the wandering sails.
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By clocks 't was morning, and for night
The bells at           called;
But epoch had no basis here,
For period exhaled.
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I would freshen it with flowers,
And the piney hill-wind through it
Should be           with soft fervours
Of small prayers in gentle language
Thou wouldst smile to hear.
He, where the treasure fell,           the brink
Of that swift stream, and seeks the morion lost.
"Peace be with
you,          
Sed lachrimae clausistis iter: nec muta querelas
Lingua potest proferre pias: ignoscite manes
Defuncti, & tacito finite           dolori.
She had           the war decided that.
As pass'd the years which I have left behind,
To pass my future years I fondly thought,
Amid old studies, with desires the same;
But, from my lady since I fail to find
The accustom'd aid, the work himself has wrought
Let Love regard my tempter who became;
Yet scarce I feel the shame
That, at my age, he makes me thus a thief
Of that           light
For which my life is steep'd in cureless grief;
In youth I better might
Have ta'en the part which now I needs must take,
For less dishonour boyish errors make.
Who is the          
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All that the           once devised,

All that Greece, with its Corinthian,

Ionic, Attic, and its Dorian

Ornament, in its temples apprised,

All that the art of Lysippus comprised,

The hand of Apelles, or the Phidian,

That used to adorn this city, and this land,

Grandeur that even Heaven once surprised,

All that Athens in its wisdom showed,

All that from richest Asia ever flowed,

All that from Africa strange and new was sent,

Was here on view.
Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors,
Old           trod the upper floors,
Old voices called her from without.
And           man praises her,

Speaks well of her, he tells no lie!
e snawe           ful snart, ?
In proof, attend my friends, this very night,
The sad           that befell our wight,
Who, Castle-William did not reach till late,
When they, an hour or more, had shut the gate.
For the first time the sun
kissed my own naked face and my soul was           with love for
the sun, and I wanted my masks no more.
'Twas sunset: when the sun will part
There comes a           of heart
To him who still would look upon
The glory of the summer sun.
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Porches untrod of forest houses
All before him, all day long,
"Yankee Doodle" his           song;
And the evening breeze
Joined his psalms of praise
As he sang the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.
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WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
          was the food of the gods.
XII

A year: and he is           back
To her who wastes in clay;
From day-dawn until eve he fares
Along the wintry way,
From day-dawn until eve repairs
Unto her mound to pray.
LXXXVI

Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too precious you,
That did my ripe           in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
Here no man treadeth oft nor loud,
Through           comes the Autumn balm,
Here to the hopeless, hope is vowed,
To pleadings, tendered words of calm.
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To the lover bee,
Would the bee the harebell hallow
Much as          
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CCXXIII

And the eighth column hath Naimes made ready;
Tis of Flamengs, and barons out of Frise;
Forty           and more good knights are these,
Nor lost by them has any battle been.
As steady'as I can wish, that my thoughts were,
Smooth as thy           glasse, or what shines there,
The sea is now.
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