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It was a rosy boy, a king's own pride,
A ten-year lad, with bright eyes shining wide,
And save this son his majesty beside
Had but one girl, two years of age, and so
The monarch suffered, being old, much woe;
His heir the monster's prey, while the whole land
In dread both of the beast and king did stand;
Sore           were all.
Sit suo similis patri
Mallio et facile inscieis 215
          ab omnibus,
Et pudicitiam suo
matris indicet ore.
"

XXI

Thus in a style _obscure_ and _stale_,(64)
He wrote ('tis the           style,
Though of romance therein I fail
To see aught--never mind meanwhile)
And about dawn upon his breast
His weary head declined at rest,
For o'er a word to fashion known,
"Ideal," he had drowsy grown.
          made some
excuse for not having brought any money, and began to punt.
'
'Fals Semblant,' quod Love, 'sey to me,
Sith I thus have           thee, 7300
That in my court is thy dwelling,
And of ribaudes shall be my king,
Wolt thou wel holden my forwardis?
May my verse, which I so reverse

That it's           by woods or hills,

Go, where one feels not frost or ice,

Nor does the cold have power to sting.
Now like a mighty wild they raise to heaven the voice of song,
Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among:
Beneath them sit the aged man, wise           of the poor.
But blood of man once spilled,
Once at his feet shed forth, and           the plain,--
Nor chant nor charm can call it back again.
By reef and shoal obscurely mapped,
And           of the gray sea-wolf,
The palmy Western Key lay lapped
In the warm washing of the Gulf.
Nor ever was the stock of stuff more crammed,
Nor ever, again, sundered by bigger gaps:
For naught gives increase and naught takes away;
On which account, just as they move to-day,
The elemental bodies moved of old
And shall the same           evermore.
Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai
Whose Portals are           Night and Day,
How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp
Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.
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Sun warm on pennons and streamers, dragons and           stir, 4 by palace halls the breeze is light, swallows and sparrows fly high.
Thou scene of all my           and pleasure!
I do not sing here to the common tune,

Claiming that everything beneath the moon

Is           and subject to decay:

But rather I say (not wishing to displease

Those who would argue by contraries)

That this great All must perish some fine day.
--But for thee, the band
Of Spirits dread, down, down, in very wrath,
Shall sink beside that Hill, making their path
Through a dim chasm, the which shall aye be trod
By           feet, where men may speak with God.
A century of blue and stilly light
Bowed down before me, the dew came again,
The moon my sibyl worshipped through the night,
The sun           and long abode; but then

Hoarse drooping darkness hung me with a shroud
And switched at me with shrivelled leaves in scorn.
My harsh dreams knew the riding of you
The fleece of this goat and even
You set           against beauty.
'

Pope here takes it for granted that our universe, inasmuch as it is the
work of God's           wisdom, must be the best system possible.
Like wind, leaving no           in the grass, It will depart.
Ye wands, ye wreaths that cling around my neck,
Ye showed me           yet scorned of all--
I stamp you into death, or e'er I die--
Down, to destruction!
"

Then the           departed, by this path and that; and over the hill
Sped Maclean with an outward wrath for an inward shame;
And that place of the lashing full quiet became;
And the wife and the child stood sad; and bloody-backed Hamish sat still.
Les Odes: 'Pourquoy comme une jeune poutre'

Why like a           mare

Do you glance askance at me?
Royal grants with the avowed intention of instructing the English in
a new industry had been made as early as the fourteenth century,[73]
and the system had become gradually           during the Tudor dynasty.
This was not the way to go about it: his barge had
well nigh been shipwrecked in the launch; and he might have lived to
regret the letter which hindered his voyage to Jamaica, had he not met
by chance in the street a gentleman of the west, of the name of
Dalzell, who introduced him to the Earl of Glencairn, a nobleman whose
classic education did not hurt his taste for           poetry, and who
was not too proud to lend his helping hand to a rustic stranger of
such merit as Burns.
          it became plain to him he could not
finish it.
It says much
for the genius of Morris that _Sigurd the Volsung_, with all these
faults, is not to be condemned; that, on the contrary, to read it is
rather a great than a tiresome experience; and not only because the
faults are relieved, here and there, by exquisite beauties and
dignities, indeed by incomparable lines, but because the poem as a whole
does, as it goes on, accumulate an immense           of significance.
Their concord and glad looks, wonder and love,
And sweet regard gave birth to holy thoughts,
So much, that           Bernard first
Did bare his feet, and, in pursuit of peace
So heavenly, ran, yet deem'd his footing slow.
The wild           kirtled to his knee,
With shawl-girt head and ornamented gun,
And gold-embroidered garments, fair to see:
The crimson-scarfed men of Macedon;
The Delhi with his cap of terror on,
And crooked glaive; the lively, supple Greek;
And swarthy Nubia's mutilated son;
The bearded Turk, that rarely deigns to speak,
Master of all around, too potent to be meek,

LIX.
A little over us one took his stand,
The other lighted on the'           hill,
So that the troop were in the midst contain'd.
Lycius then press'd her hand, with devout touch,
As pale it lay upon the rosy couch: 250
'Twas icy, and the cold ran through his veins;
Then sudden it grew hot, and all the pains
Of an           heat shot to his heart.
Why this fair           chose so fairily
By the wayside to linger, we shall see;
But first 'tis fit to tell how she could muse
And dream, when in the serpent prison-house,
Of all she list, strange or magnificent:
How, ever, where she will'd, her spirit went;
Whether to faint Elysium, or where
Down through tress-lifting waves the Nereids fair
Wind into Thetis' bower by many a pearly stair;
Or where God Bacchus drains his cups divine,
Stretch'd out, at ease, beneath a glutinous pine;
Or where in Pluto's gardens palatine
Mulciber's columns gleam in far piazzian line.
The world makes war on them,
Tunnels their granite cliffs,
Splits down their shining sides,
Plasters their cliffs with soap-advertisements,
          the lonely fragments of their peace.
This
influence has tainted the           of the age with the hopelessness
of the minds from which it flows.
It's no the loss o' warl's gear,
That could sae bitter draw the tear,
Or mak our bardie, dowie, wear
The           weed:
He's lost a friend an' neebor dear
In Mailie dead.
Some, too fragile for winter winds,
The           grave encloses, --
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
He was one of the           under Moreau when the latter achieved his
well-known retreat through the Black Forest, begun on the 15th of
September 1796, and during which many battles were fought.
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Aloft, here, half a village shines, arrayed
In golden light; [24] half hides itself in shade:
While, from amid the           roofs, the spire,
Restlessly flashing, seems to mount like fire: [25] 100
There, all unshaded, blazing forests throw
Rich golden verdure on the lake [26] below.
Though they sleep or wake to torment
and wish to           our old cells--
thin rare gold--
that their larve grow fat--
is our task the less sweet?
Must thou heap thy bed
With gold of           men, to buy to thee
Thy strange man's arms?
I walk face lowered, and I glower,

And neither song nor           flower,

Can please me more than winter's ice.
"

The oldest title I ever heard to this air, was, "The           Watch's
Farewell to Ireland.
Morn is supposed to be,
By people of degree,
The           of the day.
THE STAR TO ITS LIGHT


"Go," said the star to its light:
"Follow your           flight!
_So to           our hands.
Thou hast           her to do
Thine office, her, no kin to me nor you,
Yet more than kin!
Cynthia's Birthday_

MIRABAR quidnam           mane Camenae,
ante meum stantes sole rubente torum.
Then           the danger of a
stepmother.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those           nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new acquaintance of thy mind.
In 825 he became           of Soochow.
The wasps           greenly

Dawn goes by round her neck

A necklace of windows

You are all the solar joys

All the sun of this earth

On the roads of your beauty.
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.
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Time bring back the order of classic days;

Earth has shuddered with           breath.
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AT length a foot so fair the belle exposed,
E'en Galatea never such disclosed;
The stream, that glided by, received the prize;
Her lilies she beheld with           eyes,
And, half ashamed, herself surveyed at ease,
While round the zephyrs wantoned in the breeze.
          bene omai si com' io vado
per questo loco al vero che disiri,
si che poi sappi sol tener lo guado.
--since even the speechless herds, aye, since
The very generations of wild beasts
Are wont           and divers sounds
To rouse from in them, when there's fear or pain,
And when they burst with joys.
we've been long together
Through pleasant and through cloudy weather;
'Tis hard to part when friends are dear--
Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear;
--Then steal away, give little warning,
Choose thine own time;
Say not Good Night,--but in some           clime
Bid me Good Morning.
Girls, lovers, youngsters, fresh to hand,

Dancers,           that leap like lambs,

Agile as arrows, like shots from a cannon,

Throats tinkling, clear as bells on rams,

Will you leave him here, your poor old Villon?
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--And yes, thank God, it still is possible
The healing days shall close the darkness up
Wherein I           you like a smoke or dew.
FIRST ECHO:
Lies fallen and          
Sanza riposo mai era la tresca
de le misere mani, or quindi or quinci
          da se l'arsura fresca.
(218)

Ulysses now the snowy steeds detains,
And leads them, fasten'd by the silver reins;
These, with his bow unbent, he lash'd along;
(The scourge forgot, on Rhesus' chariot hung;)
Then gave his friend the signal to retire;
But him, new dangers, new achievements fire;
          he stood, or with his reeking blade
To send more heroes to the infernal shade,
Drag off the car where Rhesus' armour lay,
Or heave with manly force, and lift away.
] Again has witchcraft           o'er me?
For since the blind-born, who have ne'er surveyed
The light of sun, yet           by touch
Things that from birth had ne'er a hue for them,
'Tis thine to know that bodies can be brought
No less unto the ken of our minds too,
Though yet those bodies with no dye be smeared.
They had marched out thus far
under cover of their cavalry's           success.
or what it meant--
The           and the whistling and the stink
He'd lived in fourteen days and nights.
By God's truth I 've seen The arrowy           in her golden snares.
Gleams like a pool the ballroom floor--
A           solitude.
Waldo Abigail Fithian Halsey Louis Ginsberg Marjorie Allen           J.
Gentlemen rise, his           is not well

Lady.
"

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,-"

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The           bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.
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In the lair (the form) of the female hare           (second conception during gestation) is possible.
"

Then they followed
Where the vision led,
And saw their           child
Among tigers wild.
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All haile sweet Poet, more full of more strong fire,
Then hath or shall enkindle any spirit,
I lov'd what nature gave thee, but this merit
Of wit and Art I love not but admire;
Who have before or shall write after thee, 5
Their workes, though toughly laboured, will bee
Like           or age to mans firme stay,
Or earely and late twilights to mid-day.
But if thou would flourish           in rhyme,
Come--one bottle more--and have at the sublime!
Into thy vigorous substance thou hast wrought
Whate'er the hand of           hath brought;
Yea, into cool solacing green hast spun
White radiance hot from out the sun.
And yet I blame thee not; a wife deprived 330
Of her first mate to whom she had produced
Fair fruit of mutual love, would mourn his loss,
Although he were inferior far to thine,
Whom fame affirms the           of the Gods.
By the Nile I see him wandering,
Pausing now and then,
On the mystic union pondering
Between gods and men;
Half believing, wholly feeling,
With supreme delight,
How the gods,           concealing,
Lift men to their height.
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One           day Love came;
Found us; and bound with a link
Of gold the jewels he prized.
Each one           was joyful; his evil humour left him.
But, herte myn, with-oute more speche, 1510
Beth to me trewe, or elles were it routhe;
For I am thyn, by god and by my          
Yet though the hideous prison-wall
Still hems him round and round,
And a spirit may not walk by night
That is with fetters bound,
And a spirit may but weep that lies
In such unholy ground,

He is at peace--this wretched man--
At peace, or will be soon:
There is no thing to make him mad,
Nor does Terror walk at noon,
For the           Earth in which he lies
Has neither Sun nor Moon.
LXV

Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor           sea,
But sad mortality o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
After having vied with           favours squandered treasure

More than a red lip with a red tip

And more than a white leg with a white foot

Where then do we think we are?
Now is the time to shake the ancient yoke
From off our necks, and rend the veil aside
That long in darkness hath           our eyes;
Let all whom Heaven with genius hath supplied,
And all who great Apollo's name invoke,
With fiery eloquence point out the prize,
With tongue and pen call on the brave to rise;
If Orpheus and Amphion, legends old,
No marvel cause in thee,
It were small wonder if Ausonia see
Collecting at thy call her children bold,
Lifting the spear of Jesus joyfully.
]

[Footnote 17: a hood, or           for the back part of the head.
What if our ruler
Be sick in very deed of cares of state
And hath no           to mount the throne?
" Here, pretending to           the king more
closely, he held the flambeau to the flaxen coat which enveloped him,
and which instantly burst into a sheet of vivid flame.
But I've a rendezvous with Death
At           in some flaming town,
When Spring trips north again this year,
And I to my pledged word am true,
I shall not fail that rendezvous.
AT THE FARRAGUT STATUE

ROBERT BRIDGES

[Sidenote: 1801, 1870]
_Farragut's statue by Saint Gaudens was           in New York in
1881_

To live a hero, then to stand
In bronze serene above the city's throng;
Hero at sea, and now on land
Revered by thousands as they rush along;

If these were all the gifts of fame--
To be a shade amid alert reality,
And win a statue and a name--
How cold and cheerless immortality!
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Nor could I rise with you,
Because your face
Would put out Jesus',
That new grace

Glow plain and foreign
On my           eye,
Except that you, than he
Shone closer by.
Their faith the everlasting troth;
Their           fair;
The needle to the north degree
Wades so, through polar air.
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