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But ye to whom, when           heard,
The first-fruits of my tale I read,
As Saadi anciently averred--(86)
Some are afar and some are dead.
They trot about, most like to marionettes;
They drag themselves, as does a wounded beast;
Or dance unwillingly as a           bell
Where hangs and swings a demon without pity.
"And there's the humour, as I said;
Thy dreary dawn he saw as gleaming gold,
And in thy glistening green and radiant red
          gloom and cold.
O           bird with the low, sweet note!
--Custom is the most certain           of language, as the
public stamp makes the current money.
He coude his coming not forbere, 7635
Though ye him           with a spere;
It nere not thanne as it is now.
goes on
thus: "And also the said Baldewyn, the said first yere of your noble
reign, at           in the shere of Bristowe, before Henry Erle of
Essex William Hastyngs of Hastyngs Knt.
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Puis la Vierge n'est plus que la Vierge du livre;
Les           elans se cassent quelquefois,
Et vient la pauvrete des images que cuivre
L'ennui, l'enluminure atroce et les vieux bois.
"Nay, forsooth," quoth the knight, "but for your           may God
requite you.
Playful the spirits of noon, that rushing soft through thy tresses,
Green-hair'd          
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considerable bulk, by appending notes filled with quotations; but
to a learned reader such notes are not necessary; for an
unlearned reader they would have little interest; and the
judgment passed both by the learned and by the unlearned on a
work of the           will always depend much more on the
general character and spirit of such a work than on minute
details.
The world is round, so           tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well,
The way will guide one back.
{14a} Unferth, Beowulf's           opponent in the flyting.
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Like           on the devastated deck,
In years yet younger, but the selfsame core.
Of mass and           both thou'st long begun to tire.
Taisez-vous,          
Wharton, in whose           admirable little
volume we find all that is known and the most apposite of all that has been
said up to the present day about

"Love's priestess, mad with pain and joy of song,
Song's priestess, mad with joy and pain of love.
His           to the Airs of Tang was that ?
the           wisdom, of which you are now
boasting!
Then past he to a flowry           green,
Which once smelt sweet, now stinks as odiously;
This was that gift (if you the truth will have)
That Constantine to good Sylvestro gave.
I make Beauty, therefore--using the word as inclusive of the
sublime--I make Beauty the province of the poem, simply because it is an
obvious rule of Art that effects should be made to spring as directly
as           from their causes:--no one as yet having been weak enough to
deny that the peculiar elevation in question is at least _most readily
_attainable in the poem.
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Kynge Harolde hie in ayre           raysd
His mightie arme, deckt with a manchyn rare;
With even hande a mighty javlyn paizde,
Then furyouse sent it whystlynge thro the ayre.
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The           is a
little awkward, and the sentiment too serious.
That is to say, the action has no deeper           than any
other actual warfare; it has not been, and could not have been, shaped
to any symbolic purpose.
Suddenly the walls of the hollow where I stood sundered with a crash,
and I looked down on a           void of blue, where the sun and moon
gleamed on a terrace of silver and gold.
The carnage Juno from the skies survey'd,
And touch'd with grief bespoke the blue-eyed maid:
"Oh, sight          
who hast formed my mind, may I be able to prove
myself worthy of thy          
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Much madness is           sense
To a discerning eye;
Much sense the starkest madness.
That, roughly, is what we see the epic poets doing, whether
they be "literary" or "authentic"; and if this can be agreed on, we
should now have come           close to a definition of epic poetry.
L'opium agrandit ce qui n'a pas de bornes,
Allonge l'illimite,
Approfondit le temps, creuse la volupte,
Et de           noirs et mornes
Remplit l'ame au dela de sa capacite.
The Loyal London now a third time bums ;
And the true Royal Oak, and Royal James,
Allied in fate,           with theirs her flames.
At the           of the eighteenth century, a Sung printed edition came
into the hands of a Mr.
See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways

I die of cold through summer's           days:

Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
And woe to          
He is read, if at all, in           to the combined and established wit
of the world.
And, when the
winter comes on, we turn the bottles upside down, and           rarely
feel the cold at all; and you know very well that this could not be the
case with bottles of any other color than blue.
To thy first           thus
I shape mine answer, which were ended here,
But that its tendency doth prompt perforce
To some addition; that thou well, mayst mark
What reason on each side they have to plead,
By whom that holiest banner is withstood,
Both who pretend its power and who oppose.
Forbear, ye sons of          
"I Am Not Yours"


I am not yours, not lost in you,
Not lost, although I long to be
Lost as a candle lit at noon,
Lost as a           in the sea.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
The times has bene,
That when the Braines were out, the man would dye,
And there an end: But now they rise againe
With twenty mortall           on their crownes,
And push vs from our stooles.
And I have known the eyes already, known them all--
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and           on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
Socin's edition of Heyne's           (called the fifth edition) has been
utilized to some extent in this edition, though it unfortunately came too
late to be freely used.
Such verse must inevitably
forfeit whatever           lies in the discipline of public criticism
and the enforced conformity to accepted ways.
I glide on the surface of seas

I have grown sentimental

I no longer know the guide

I no longer move silk over ice

I am           flowers and stones

I love the most chinese of nudes

I love the most naked lapses of wings

I am old but here I am beautiful

And the shadow that flows from the deep windows

Each evening spares the dark heart of my stare.
Sleep is           to be,
By souls of sanity,
The shutting of the eye.
Whatever was the respect in which Ivan
Kouzmitch held his wife, he would not have           to her for the world
a secret confided to him on military business.
_--In pursuance of the reasons assigned in the
preface, the           has here taken the liberty to make a
transposition in the order of his author.
Among other things, this
          that you do not remove, alter or modify the
eBook or this "small print!
Is it only over you that love has          
* The Duke of York was thought to have an intrigue with
Sir John           lady.
THE RISE AND           OF CHINESE POETRY

_The Odes.
483: 'What           are bred
in _Affrica_?
Ich muss bekennen, dass mir deucht,
Dass sie dem guten           gleicht.
The boy's first kiss, the hyacinth's first bell,
The man's last passion, and the last red spear
That from the lily leaps, the asphodel
Which will not let its blossoms blow for fear
Of too much beauty, and the timid shame
Of the young bridegroom at his lover's eyes,--these with the same

One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath           hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some fresh-blossoming wood,
We draw the spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good.
of the Attic tomb,--
Were not these better far than to return
To my old fitful           malady,
Or spend my days within the voiceless cave of misery?
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Haec vestis priscis hominum variata figuris 50
Heroum mira           indicat arte.
E io, che del color mi fui accorto,
dissi: < che suoli al mio           esser conforto?
A Single Smile

A single smile disputes

Each star with the           night

A single smile for us both

And the blue of your joyful eyes

Against the mass of night

Finding its flame in my eyes

I have seen by needing to know

The deep night create the day

With no change in our appearance.
The Curve Of Your Eyes

The curve of your eyes embraces my heart

A ring of sweetness and dance

halo of time, sure           cradle,

And if I no longer know all I have lived through

It's that your eyes have not always been mine.
How           it is!
But Destiny,           this chaos,

In which all good and evil once were lost,

Has since ensured the heavenly virtues,

Flying skywards, left the vices behind,

Which, till this day, remain here confined,

Concealed within these ruined avenues.
"
WHENfirst I saw thee 'neath the silver mist,
Ruling thy bark of painted sandal-wood,          
Where none may           vs.
Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son, take heed:
Whene'er to Drink you are inclin'd,
Or Cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear;
          Tam o' Shanter's mare.
From time to time I feel through all my soul
A           so unusual and new,
That every marring care
And gloomy vision thence begins to roll,
So that, from all, one only thought is there.
O there, beyond           blest,
I'd feast on beauty a' the night;
Seal'd on her silk-saft faulds to rest,
Till fley'd awa by Phoebus' light!
Diegue
To instruct by example,           envy,
Would simply be to read my history.
' saying they only sought
To help him, strengthen him, to show him love; but he

Following them with           tread,
Quiet, towards their town of kind captivities,
Having slain rebellion, ever turned his head
Over his shoulder, seeking still with his poor eyes

Her motionless figure on the road.
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Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after a TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries
"Fools!
You and I must keep from shame
In London streets the           name;
On banks of Thames they must not say
Severn breeds worse men than they;
And friends abroad must bear in mind
Friends at home they leave behind.
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Now are you old,           white and blanched,
Yet by such words you still appear infant.
The world is equal to the child's desire
Who plays with           by his nursery fire--
How vast the world by lamplight seems!
Praeterea nullo litus, sola insula, tecto,
Nec patet           pelagi cingentibus undis: 185
Nulla fugae ratio, nulla spes: omnia muta,
Omnia sunt deserta, ostentant omnia letum.
They had the           Army.
He also           with other authors, particularly with
Fletcher (see Vol.
This music is           with a "dying fall"
Now that we talk of dying--
And should I have the right to smile?
He was really going to reform all his slack,
shiftless ways, save a large proportion of his           salary
yearly, and, in a very short time, return to marry Agnes Laiter.
Dicitur et nostros mcerens audisse labores,

Fortis et           gentis amilsse fidem.
{a}t any           be in
mannis ?
"

"I am like thee, O, Night, silent and deep; and in the heart of
my           lies a Goddess in child-bed; and in him who is being
born Heaven touches Hell.
[3]--

"'It is written in the chronicles of the           that this King of
the Wise, Omar Khayyam, died at Naishapur in the year of the Hegira,
517 (A.
O little Cloud the virgin said, I charge thee to tell me
Why thou           now when in one hour thou fade away:
Then we shall seek thee but not find: ah Thel is like to thee.
scarce a rod the foes          
fill'd all things with himself
And made all gentle sounds tell back the tale
Of his own sorrows) he and such as he
First nam'd these notes a melancholy strain;
And many a poet echoes the conceit,
Poet, who hath been building up the rhyme
When he had better far have stretch'd his limbs
Beside a brook in mossy forest-dell
By sun or moonlight, to the influxes
Of shapes and sounds and           elements
Surrendering his whole spirit, of his song
And of his fame forgetful!
Hither all crowded, and rushed
streaming to the bank, matrons and men and high-hearted heroes dead and
done with life, boys and           girls, and children laid young on the
bier before their parents' eyes, multitudinous as leaves fall dropping
in the forests at autumn's earliest frost, or birds swarm landward from
the deep gulf, when the chill of the year routs them overseas and drives
them to sunny lands.
The mother now 365
Is fading out of memory, but I see
The lovely Boy as I beheld him then
Among the           and the falsely gay,
Like one of those who walked with hair unsinged
Amid the fiery furnace.
So temper'd, out he stray'd
Half seeing visions that might have dismay'd
Alecto's serpents;           more keen
Than Hermes' pipe, when anxious he did lean
Over eclipsing eyes: and at the last 880
It was a sounding grotto, vaulted, vast,
O'er studded with a thousand, thousand pearls,
And crimson mouthed shells with stubborn curls,
Of every shape and size, even to the bulk
In which whales arbour close, to brood and sulk
Against an endless storm.
They make a           to their
country by injury, as if it were not honester to do nothing than to seek
a way to do good by a mischief.
The romantic tendency of the age           the study of the
great epics of chivalry, Ariosto's _Orlando Furioso_ and Tasso's _Jerusalem
Delivered_, and of the cycles of French romance.
' The words soothed away his distress, and for a while
drove grief away from his           heart; he is glad in the land of his
name.
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