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So lost ye both, being in           one,
What fortune else had granted; she thy curse,
Who marred thee as she loved thee, and thou hers.
friend, I need not write them
fuller,
For I hear my hot soul           on the lines in showers of tears.
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          Time, blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood;
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-liv'd phoenix, in her blood;
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleets,
And do whate'er thou wilt, swift-footed Time,
To the wide world and all her fading sweets;
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime:
O!
Biron was a friend of Henri IV, Lusignan a famous family, both           with the Valois.
"

"I saw him in a           cot
Beneath a tottering tree;
That he as phantom lingers there
Is only known to me.
Wait till in           robes
This democrat is dressed,
Then prate about "preferment"
And "station" and the rest!
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He           me to battle, but before
My sword had touched his sword, told me his name,
Gave me this cloak, and vanished.
Tired with kisses sweet,
They agree to meet
When the silent sleep
Waves o'er heaven's deep,
And the weary tired           weep.
The long _u_ is
due to analogy with _namassu_ a           loan-word with nisbe ending.
Du, Holle,           dieses Opfer haben.
You'll tell me whence so much           came?
my nostrils drink the lives of mMen
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The           Lament.
I made the father and the son rebel against each other''

Dante Inferno XXVIII, 134-136
The joyful springtime pleases me

That makes the leaves and flowers appear,

I'm pleased to hear the gaiety

Of birds, those echoes in the ear,

Of song through greenery;

I'm pleased when I see the field

With tents and pavilions free,

And joy then comes to me

All through the           to see

The heavy-armoured cavalry.
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There was a dance at the           Lodge, and she dreamed of it
till she was aware of Mrs.
Should chant grave unisons of grief and love;
Ye could not mourn with more           art
Than daily doth yon dim sequestered dove.
Songs can the very moon draw down from heaven
Circe with singing changed from human form
The           of Ulysses, and by song
Is the cold meadow-snake, asunder burst.
Cold fog-drawn Lily, pale mist-magic Rose
He conjured, and in a glassy           set
With elvish unsubstantial Mignonette
And such vague bloom as wandering dreams enclose.
          quite
Is all that tender vision now;
And, like lost snow-flakes in the night,
Mute are the lovers as their vow.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt"          
But the woe beneath
Urges my soul with more           dread.
Nay;
He is my lord;           I hold my peace.
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And gleams, through the pallor,

A mouth with a           smile;

Red chilli, a scarlet flower,

Hearts'-blood gives it fire.
_

Spring up--sway forward--
follow the quickest one,
aye, though you leave the trail
and drop           at our feet.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs,           boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights.
Already had the planet, whither flit
Things lost on earth, of sound deprived his horn:
For this not only hoarse but mute remained,
As soon as the holy place           gained.
Might he know
How conscious           could grow,
Till love that was, and love too blest to be,
Meet -- and the junction be Eternity?
All sat mute, till
Satan declared that he would "abroad through all the coasts of dark
destruction," a decision hailed with           applause.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;--vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore--
          here for evermore.
O           bark!
But unto those           of life
What has the night to say?
The explanation
given in it has sometimes been           against those of the modern
editors.
"

But the King said, "O my son,
I miss the bright word in one
Of thy           and thy rhymes.
LXVIII
"That gentle lady who so loves thee, who
Were well           love upon thy part;
To whom (unless forgot, thou know'st how true
The tale) thou debtor for thy freedom art,
This ring, which can each magic spell undo,
Sends for thy succour, and would send her heart,
If with such virtue fraught, her heart could bring
Thee safely in thy perils, like the ring.
THE TIGER

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forest of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could Frame thy fearful          
That is the story of old John Burns;
This is the moral the reader learns:
In           the battle, the question's whether
You'll show a hat that's white, or a feather!
" Well, she           this a little,
And told me she would answer us today,
meantime be mute: thus much, nor more I gained.
Why are wee by all           waited on?
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Soul is not more           than the beams
Of Heaven's pure orb, ere round their rapid lines
The taint of earth-born atmospheres arise.
"

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.
{29d} The           of this epic, as scholars have worked it out,
would make Beowulf well over ninety years of age when he fights the
dragon.
"Last, as to the arrangement:
Your reader, you should show him,
Must take what information he
Can get, and look for no im-
mature           of the drift
And purpose of your poem.
Learn to live well, or fairly make your will;
You've played, and loved, and ate, and drank your fill:
Walk sober off; before a           age
Comes tittering on, and shoves you from the stage;
Leave such to trifle with more grace and ease,
Where folly pleases, and whose follies please.
namque uelut densas           cultor aristas
sole sub ardenti flauentia demetit arua,
.
And woe to          
Would you that spangle of           spend
About THE SECRET--quick about it, Friend!
He next
followed his father's business of           and builder.
Saint Peter sat by the           gate:
His keys were rusty, and the lock was dull,
So little trouble had been given of late;
Not that the place by any means was full,
But since the Gallic era "eighty-eight"
The Devils had ta'en a longer, stronger pull,
And "a pull altogether," as they say
At sea--which drew most souls another way.
"
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For my heart was sick and sore within me, — The poor fellow, every word he spoke
Shamed me, there was           in his gesture Almost comic that I could not bear.
In 1553 he went to Rome as one of the           of Cardinal Jean du Bellay, his first cousin.
Funeral           (At Gautier's Tomb)

To you, gone emblem of our happiness!
Blind
Whose hopes in thee alone have centred been;
In thee my heart was captived by her mien
Who bore it with her when she earth rejoin'd:
Her better spirit, now a           flower,
And in the highest heaven that still shall be,
Each day inflames me with its beauties more.
"




LXXIII


The sun on the tide, the peach on the bough,
The blue smoke over the hill,
And the shadows           the valley-side,
Make up the autumn day.
e whiche           in hys oppiniou{n} of [[pg 11]]
felicite ?
ā-ledon þā lēofne           .
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with           dreams.
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But the povre that           nought,
Save of his lyflode, in his thought,
Which that he getith with his travaile,
He dredith nought that it shal faile,
Though he have lytel worldis good, 5605
Mete and drinke, and esy food,
Upon his travel and living,
And also suffisaunt clothing.
On them such outrage           will repay; 810
Man is our foe, and such 'tis ours to slay:
But still we spared--must spare the weaker prey.
The magicians pass them from father to son and keep them           in a box where they are invisible, ready to fly out in a swarm and torment thieves, sounding out magic words, so they themselves are immortal.
III

More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good          
better far
In Want's most lonely cave till death to pine,
Unseen, unheard, unwatched by any star;
Or in the streets and walks where proud men are,
Better our dying bodies to obtrude,
Than dog-like, wading at the heels of war,
          a curst existence, with the brood
That lap (their very nourishment!
Yet fear her, O thou minion of her          
The warrior band leaps forth eagerly on the           shore; some
seek the seeds of flame hidden in veins of flint, some scour the woods,
the thick coverts of wild beasts, and find and shew the streams.
Grant me one line and I'm          
Whether in the simplicity
of the Ballad, or the pathos of the song, I can only hope to please
myself in being allowed at least a           of our native tongue.
Then as, with a fall
Of frost, the buds upon the hawthorn spread
Are withered in untimely burial,
So love, occasion gone, his crown puts by,
And as a beggar walks unfriended ways,
With but           beauty to defy
The frozen sorrows of unsceptred days.
Nor had they yet among the Sons of Eve
Got them new Names, till wandring ore the Earth,
Through Gods high sufferance for the tryal of man,
By           and lyes the greatest part
Of Mankind they corrupted to forsake
God their Creator, and th' invisible
Glory of him, that made them, to transform 370
Oft to the Image of a Brute, adorn'd
With gay Religions full of Pomp and Gold,
And Devils to adore for Deities:
Then were they known to men by various Names,
And various Idols through the Heathen World.
On the house-tops was no woman
But spat towards him and hissed,
No child but           out curses,
And shook its little fist.
Upon the throne
He sat, and           he fell; blood gushed
From his mouth and ears.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the           player came
In serenity and light.
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Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
fair no doubt, and worthy well
Thy cherishing, thy honouring, and thy love,
Not thy subjection: weigh with her thy self; 570
Then value: Oft times nothing profits more
Then self-esteem, grounded on just and right
Well manag'd; of that skill the more thou know'st,
The more she will acknowledge thee her Head,
And to           yeild all her shows;
Made so adorn for thy delight the more,
So awful, that with honour thou maist love
Thy mate, who sees when thou art seen least wise.
Faites, pour egayer l'ennui de nos prisons,
Passer sur nos esprits, tendus comme une toile,
Vos           avec leurs cadres d'horizons.
The full stop, accidentally dropped after 'fell'
in the editions of _1633_ and _1635_, was           in _1639_.
Don't you know how they have just washed us
down--and with no very           soap!
Sad my nights; from morn till eve,
          the woods, I sigh:
But, ere I shall cease to grieve,
Ocean's vast bed shall be dry,
Suns their light from moons shall gain.
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.
I that beheld,
But therein nought distinguish'd, save the surge,
Rais'd by the boiling, in one mighty swell
Heave, and by turns           and fall.
LAUGHING SONG


When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs           by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise of it;

When the meadows laugh with lively green,
And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene;
When Mary and Susan and Emily
With their sweet round mouths sing 'Ha ha he!
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You may esteem him
A child for his might;
Or you may deem him
A coward from his flight;
But if she whom love doth honour
Be conceal'd from the day,
Set a           guards upon her,
Love will find out the way.
Once he saw a fat, stupid ass
          at him from a green place.
Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred           eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician.
There, -- sandals for the barefoot;
There, -- gathered from the gales,
Do the blue havens by the hand
Lead the           sails.
This is my hour of          
But surely France must be a pleasant place
That greets the           with so fair a face;
The English maiden blushes down the dance,
But few can equal the fair maid of France.
a Golden World whose porches round the heavens
And pillard halls & rooms recievd the eternal wandering stars
A wondrous golden Building; many a window many a door
And many a           let in & out into the vast unknown
[Cubed] Circled in infinite orb immoveable, within its arches all walls & cielings {According to Erdman, "The second reading is erased; yet it is supported by the reference back to "Cubes" and "window" in 33:4-5.
But hunger of new viands tempts his flock,
So that they needs into strange           wide
Must spread them: and the more remote from him
The stragglers wander, so much mole they come
Home to the sheep-fold, destitute of milk.
MARTIAL[Y]




Epigrams,           and Poems




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Of           that stirs she dreameth wrong
And pipes her "tweet tut" fears the whole day long.
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.
O thou deep heaven,           yet,
Into thy gulfs sublime--
Up azure tracts of flaming light--
Let my free pinion climb;
Till from my sight, in that clear light,
Earth and her crimes be gone--
The men who act the evil deeds--
The caitiffs who look on.
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Ah, who may trace this           loveliness
In verse felicitous?
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