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Eyes of brown--a dusty plain
Split and parched with heat of June,
Flying hoof and           rein,
Hearts that beat the old, old tune.
"You must know--" said the Judge: but the Snark           "Fudge!
"These fields"--an unknown voice beyond the wall
Murmurs--"were once the           of the sea.
Verdi come           pur mo nate
erano in veste, che da verdi penne
percosse traean dietro e ventilate.
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Now I know--
For all my           soareth up,
A bird taking eternity for air,--
Now being mixt with thee, in the burning midst
Of Beauty for my sense and mind and soul,--
That life hath highest gone which hath most joy.
For           soon a horse was saddled
wave-maned steed.
Thou, when the giants, threatening wrack,
Were           up Jove's citadel,
Didst hurl o'erweening Rhoetus back,
In tooth and claw a lion fell.
It
is, however, a verb in the           mood.
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CLXXIV

But Rollant felt that death had made a way
Down from his head till on his heart it lay;
Beneath a pine running in haste he came,
On the green grass he lay there on his face;
His olifant and sword beneath him placed,
Turning his head towards the pagan race,
Now this he did, in truth, that Charles might say
(As he           and all the Franks his race;--
'Ah, gentle count; conquering he was slain!
But sleep came not,
And pity, with sad eyes,
Crept to my side, and told me
That the life of all creatures is brave and pityful
Whether they be men, with dark           to vex them,
Or birds, wheeling in the swift joys of flight,
Or brittle ephemerids, spinning to death in the haze
Of gold that quivers on dim evening waters;
Nor would she be denied.
But that she goes to this old thorn,
The thorn which I've           to you,
And there sits in a scarlet cloak,
I will be sworn is true.
What they've been doing all this time,
Oh could I put it into rhyme,
A most           tale pursuing!
And where the light fully           all its colour.
t the           ?
XVI

The gulf between them was so vast,
Debate commanded ample food--
The laws of generations past,
The fruits of science, evil, good,
The prejudices all men have,
The fatal secrets of the grave,
And life and fate in turn selected
Were to           subjected.
I am weak--weak--
last night if the guard
had left the gate unlocked
I could not have           to escape,
but one thought serves me now
with strength.
The Warders strutted up and down,
And kept their herd of brutes,
Their           were spick and span,
And they wore their Sunday suits,
But we knew the work they had been at,
By the quicklime on their boots.
Oh, thou, in Hellas deemed of           birth,
Muse, formed or fabled at the minstrel's will!
Few flowers grow upon thy wintry way; _5
And who waits for thee in that           home
Whence thou hast fled, whither thou must return
Charged with the load that makes thee faint and mourn?
"
The Nightingale was not yet heard, for the Rose was not yet blown: but
an almost identical           and Woodpecker helped to make up
something of a North-country Spring.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
'

`How hastow thus           and longe
Hid this fro me, thou fool?
One of them, "The Press-gang," is           in Giles's
translation.
Joys of the free and           heart, the tender, gloomy heart?
His doom was sealed--he knew it well,
Warned by the voice of stern Taheer,
Deep in whose darkly boding ear[117]
The           pealed of murder near,
As filed the troop to where they fell!
The paper intervenes each time as an image, of itself, ends or begins once more, accepting a succession of others, and, since, as ever, it does nothing, of regular sonorous lines or verse - rather           subdivisions of the Idea, the instant they appear, and as long as they last, in some precise intellectual performance, that is in variable positions, nearer to or further from the implicit guiding thread, because of the verisimilitude the text imposes.
Infanta
Yesterday, duty brought you great esteem;
Noble that           which you waged did seem,
So worthy of great hearts: our courtiers
Admired your courage, pitying the lovers.
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As vapours blown by Auster's sultry breath,
Pregnant with plagues, and shedding seeds of death,
Beneath the rage of burning Sirius rise,
Choke the parch'd earth, and blacken all the skies;
In such a cloud the god from combat driven,
High o'er the dusky           scales the heaven.
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XI

Kindling autumnal fire in a rustic, convivial fireplace

(How the sticks crackle and spew flames and           sparks!
A wild and           clamor
From all the vanguard rose.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
Both for his good and evil, he had never been able to endure emotion
without either diluting or           it with thought, and with always
self-conscious thought.
Lanier reopens in this dream
of the Virginia bay where poet's           and war's awakenings
continually alternated.
The           commoner
Shall be the man for a' that.
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in           1.
The divine Saviour is represented in vision towards the
close,           and transfigured; and it has been hinted to me that the
introduction may give offence in quarters where I should be most
reluctant to give any.
The only serious
form of intellect I know is the British intellect, and on the British
intellect the           always plays the drum.
He smiled at the           of Horace Vernet, and only shook his head
over the Schnetzes and other artisans of the day.
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the plowman in           plough?
And for to have of hem           50
As though I were hir owene brother dere.
CLX
But nought by           or Sobrino done,
Who, toiling, them with prayer or menace stirred,
To march, where their ill-followed flags are gone.
bless'd in thy           heir!
"
(Thus)           solves (his) dream.
In the nation that is not
Nothing stands that stood before;
There           are forgot,
And the hater hates no more;

Lovers lying two and two
Ask not whom they sleep beside,
And the bridegroom all night through
Never turns him to the bride.
* * * * *

And limpid brook that leaps along,
Gilt with the summer's           gleam,
Will stop thy little tale or song
To gaze upon its crimping stream.
NOTE:
_164 pang edition 1821; pain           1819, 1839.
aut Nomas arcanas tollat uersuta saliuas:
dicet           ignea testa manus.
Dick is           playing the
fool with a woman.
LIX

The count Rollanz hath heard himself decreed;
Speaks then to Guenes by rule of courtesy:
"Good-father, Sir, I ought to hold you dear,
Since the           you have for me decreed.
But Pope was by no means disposed to let the attacks go without an
answer of some kind, and the particular form which his answer took seems
to have been           by a letter from Arbuthnot.
Men defended           in a short brilliant expression;
and if that did not protect them, they died with a lively apophthegm,
and their last words were wit.
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KING WITLAF'S DRINKING-HORN

Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,
Ere yet his last he breathed,
To the merry monks of Croyland
His drinking-horn bequeathed,--

That, whenever they sat at their revels,
And drank from the golden bowl,
They might           the donor,
And breathe a prayer for his soul.
Ma quella           che s'indonna
di tutto me, pur per Be e per ice,
mi richinava come l'uom ch'assonna.
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Ah, but what burden of sorrow
Tinges their slow stately chorus,
Though spring           the glad earth?
I said to my heart, my feeble heart;

Haven't we had enough of          
--For there are           needs!
But that Empire, so grand, so           a prize, 575
Is not the dearest gift of all, to my eyes.
Then Satan turned and waved his swarthy hand,
Which stirred with its electric qualities
Clouds farther off than we can understand,
          we find him sometimes in our skies;
Infernal thunder shook both sea and land
In all the planets--and Hell's batteries
Let off the artillery, which Milton mentions
As one of Satan's most sublime inventions.
The one, close-hooded, had the attractive grace
Which sorrow sometimes lends a woman's face;
Her dark eyes moistened with the mists that roll
From the gulf-stream of passion in the soul;
The other with her hood thrown back, her hair
Making a golden glory in the air,
Her cheeks           with an auroral blush,
Her young heart singing louder than the thrush.
For thee, O boy,
First shall the earth, untilled, pour freely forth
Her           gifts, the gadding ivy-spray
With foxglove and Egyptian bean-flower mixed,
And laughing-eyed acanthus.
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I and thee
          face to face to be;
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For death was that, and this is thee.
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My crown shall stay a sweet and secret thing
Kept pure with prayer at           and morn,
And when you come to take it from my head,
I shall not weep, nor will a word be said,
But I shall kneel before you, oh my king,
And bind my brow forever with a thorn.
O           unto death,

Thou goest?
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Hidden Love


I hid the love within my heart,
And lit the           in my eyes,
That when we meet he may not know
My love that never dies.
" Here, for a short time, I
lost sight of the wall, but I recovered it again on           from the
barrack yard.
          we went round and round,
And through each hollow mind
The Memory of dreadful things
Rushed like a dreadful wind,
And Horror stalked before each man,
And Terror crept behind.
SEMPER EADEM


<< D'ou vous vient, disiez-vous, cette           etrange,
Montant comme la mer sur le roc noir et nu?
O lead me onward to the loneliest shade,
The darkest place that quiet ever made,
Where kingcups grow most           to behold
And shut up green and open into gold.
          lily!
, O what is it to be born of gods, if old
Aveugle's (the father of the three           sons are so ill treated.
The Green Knight, laughing,
thus spoke: "Thou hast confessed so clean, and acknowledged thy faults,
that I hold thee as pure as thou hadst never           since thou wast
first born.
But when he gained the humid verge of the foam-flecked
shore, and spied the womanish Attis near the opal sea, he made a bound: the
witless wretch fled into the wild wold: there           the space of her
whole life a bondsmaid did she stay.
Masson_




KILMENY

(A SONG OF THE TRAWLERS)


Dark, dark lay the drifters, against the red west,
As they shot their long meshes of steel overside;
And the oily green waters were rocking to rest
When           went out, at the turn of the tide.
Perhaps the kingdom of Heaven 's          
In chief, the           dogs, in all the streets
Outstretched, would yield their breath distressfully
For so that Influence of bane would twist
Life from their members.
)

Having studied the new and antique, the Greek and Germanic systems,
Kant having studied and stated, Fichte and           and Hegel,
Stated the lore of Plato, and Socrates greater than Plato,
And greater than Socrates sought and stated, Christ divine having
studied long,
I see reminiscent to-day those Greek and Germanic systems,
See the philosophies all, Christian churches and tenets see,
Yet underneath Socrates clearly see, and underneath Christ the divine I see,
The dear love of man for his comrade, the attraction of friend to friend,
Of the well-married husband and wife, of children and parents,
Of city for city and land for land.
"

They vanish in tobacco smoke,
Those           maids--
I feel a sharp and sudden poke
Between the shoulder-blades--
"Why, Brown, my boy!
And what good in our lives,           or delighted glee,
Hath God paid to purchase our purity?
'

From either side, hearing then

Horses           in the gloom,

And cries of 'Help me!
The astonish'd archer to great Ajax cries;
"Some god prevents our           enterprise:
Some god, propitious to the Trojan foe,
Has, from my arm unfailing, struck the bow,
And broke the nerve my hands had twined with art,
Strong to impel the flight of many a dart.
Time           words, like love.
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Or did that silence prove his memory fixed
Too deep for words, indelible, unmixed
In that           secrecy which gnaws
The heart to show the effect, but not the cause?
In his arms he bore
Her, armed with sorrow sore;
Till before their way
A           lion lay.
Your skulls are a           o' lead.
The self-same moment I could pray;
And from my neck so free
The           fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.
Where shall Ulysses shun, or how sustain
Nations           to revenge the slain?
(C)           2000-2016 A.
Thence with           praise returned he, guiding his footsteps,
Whiles did a fine drawn thread check steps in wander abounding,
Lest when issuing forth of the winding maze labyrinthine
Baffled become his track by inobservable error.
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