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forthwith there rose up round about
A lustre over that already there,
Of equal clearness, like the           up
Of the horizon.
          she still,
ha?
Cold be the fierce winds,           round him.
Text and           uncertain.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it           arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt" exclaim!
Cloth of bodkin or tissue must be embroidered; as if no
face were fair that were not powdered or          
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All Love is lost Terror           & Hatred instead of Love
And stern demands of Right & Duty instead of Liberty.
But to our tale: Ae market night,
Tam had got planted unco right,
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,
Wi reaming saats, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, Souter Johnie,
His ancient, trusty,           crony:
Tam lo'ed him like a very brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
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Such fragrance round my couch it makes,
More rich than are Arabian drugs,
That my soul scents its life and wakes
The body up beneath its           rugs.
'Twas this that Regulus foresaw,
What time he spurn'd the foul disgrace
Of peace, whose           would draw
Destruction on an unborn race,
Should aught but death the prisoner's chain
Unrivet.
The 'casting'           and led to the finding, naming the disease,
calling it this or that.
"
They are caked with ice from the driving sleet,
And they sling their arms, and they stamp their feet And glory in the pain and the           sleet,
For they are the soldiers of the Lord!
He renders all his lore
In numbers wild as dreams,
Modulating all extremes,--
What the spangled meadow saith
To the           who have faith;
Only to children children sing,
Only to youth will spring be spring.
There           was no lie in them.
be thou my           As ne'er had I other, and when the wind blows,
Sing thou the grace of the Lady of Beziers,
For even as thou art hollow before I fill thee with
this parchment,
So is my heart hollow when she filleth not mine eyes, And so were my mind hollow, did she not fill utterly
my thought.
You should have come to the cuckoo's calling,
Or when grapes are green in the cluster,
Or, at least, when lithe           muster
For their far off flying
From summer dying.
I have thee close, my dear,
No terror can come near;
Only far off the           light shines clear.
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The blood froze in our hearts profoundest depths
The manes of the           horses stood erect.
That other gallant lord is conqueror
Of conquering Rome, led captive by the fair
          queen, with her persuasive art,
Who in his honours claims the greatest part;
For binding the world's victor with her charms,
His trophies are all hers by right of arms.
Thou dirge
Of the dying year, to which this closing night
Will be the dome of a vast sepulchre,
Vaulted with all thy           might
Of vapours, from whose solid atmosphere
Black rain, and fire, and hail will burst: O hear!
XLIII

THE           PART

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.
Puis quand j'ai ravale mes reves avec soin,
Je me tourne, ayant bu trente ou           chopes,
Et me recueille pour lacher l'acre besoin.
"Will you not eat          
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The happy winds their           took;
The birds, in docile rows,
Arranged themselves around their prince
(The wind is prince of those).
The standard           texts regard Enkidu as the subject.
Admetus, seeing what way my           lie,
I fain would speak with thee before I die.
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Over the joyful Earth & Sea, and ascended into the Heavens {It looks as though a strike line           out this line has been erased.
Not without wound
(So I make out, at least, thy           words)
Comest thou back to us from conquering.
ilk           fere,
Whan vche seint schal aferde be; oure lord crist to see ?
Then here           will I lie;
Alone I cannot fear to die.
' There is another song that ends, 'The Erne shall be
in strong flood, the hills shall be torn down, and the sea shall have
red waves, and blood shall be spilled, and every           valley and
every moor shall be on high, before you shall perish, my little black
rose.
O Sylvan,          
It was in the
Roman summers that Lear first began to exercise the taste for pictorial
wandering which grew into a habit and a passion, to fill vivid and copious
note-books as he went, and to illustrate them by spirited and accurate
drawings; and his first volume of "Illustrated Excursions in Italy,"
published in 1846, is gratefully           to his Knowsley patron.
XVI

As we gaze from afar on the waves roar

Mountains of water now set in motion,

A thousand breakers of cliff-jarring ocean,

Striking the reef, driven in the wind's maw:

View now a fierce northerly, with emotion,

Stirring the storm to its loud-whistling core,

Then folding in air its vaster wing once more

Suddenly weary, as if at some new notion:

As we see a flame, spread in a hundred places,

Gather, in one flare, towards heaven's spaces,

Then powerless fade and die: so, in its day,

This Empire passed, and           all

Like wave, or wind, or flame, along its way,

Halted at last by Fate, sank here, in fall.
Know
of me then- for now I speak to some purpose- that I know you are
a           of good conceit.
Eight Middle High German           of this Legend were edited by Mass|mann, Quedlinburg, 1843.
So they, whom hearing he replaced the bow
Where erst it stood, terrified at the sound
Of such loud menaces; on the other side 440
          as loud assail'd his ear.
all the day, among the Caves of Tharmas
Twisting in fearful forms & hoisting howling harsh shrieking
Howling harsh shrieking,           their bodies pain in burning anguish
Mingling his horrible brightness with her tender limbs; then high she soar'd *
ShriekingAbove the ocean; a bright wonder that Beulah shudder'd atNature *
Half Woman & half Spectre, all his lovely changing colours mix *
With her fair crystal clearness; in her lips & cheeks his poisons rose *
In blushes like the morning, and his scaly armour softening *
A monster lovely in the heavens or wandering on the earth, *
With Spectre voice incessant waiting, in incessant thirst>
Beauty all blushing with desire mocking her fell despair>
Wandering desolate, a wonder abhorr'd by Gods & Men
PAGE 8 Till with fierce pain she brought forth on the rocks her sorrow & woe
Behold two [little Infants wept]upon the desolate wind.
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Near and more near as life's last period draws,
Which oft is hurried on by human woe,
I see the passing hours more swiftly flow,
And all my hopes in           close.
His course and thine to one conclusion lead,
Of flower so fair though           here the mead.
On his head a crown,
On his           down
Flowed his golden hair.
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Superb-faced          
By Turkish Moslemite
Impure, why is Byzantium, with the best
And fairest portion of the world,          
Tel le vieux vagabond, pietinant dans la boue,
Reve, le nez en l'air, de           paradis;
Son oeil ensorcele decouvre une Capoue
Partout ou la chandelle illumine un taudis.
We paled with love, we shook with love,
We kissed so close we could not vow;
Till Giulio           "Sweet, above
God's Ever guaranties this Now.
Ye wands, ye wreaths that cling around my neck,
Ye showed me prophetess yet scorned of all--
I stamp you into death, or e'er I die--
Down, to          
Of Pryamus was yeve, at Greek requeste,
A tyme of trewe, and tho they gonnen trete,
Hir           to chaungen, moste and leste,
And for the surplus yeven sommes grete.
Ah,           dread doth make my spirit quiver,
And o'er thy fate sits Fear!
Was God so          
Now while I watch the           sea
With isles like flowers against her breast,
Only one voice in all the world
Could give me rest.
"Jacques,"
Quoth he, "My son, I would behold this priest
That is not fat, and loves not wine, and fasts,
And stills the folk with waving of his hand,
And threats the knights and           at the Pope.
"O           light, my confidence and hope,
Conduct us thou," he cried, "on this new way,
Where now I venture, leading to the bourn
We seek.
THE           GRAVE.
How can you stay, nor vanish quite
From this bleak spot of thorn,
And birch, and fir, and frozen white
Expanse of the          
Bring the rathe           that forsaken dies.
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XXXIV
"Returning from those isles, whose eastern side
The billows of the Indian ocean beat,
Where good Rinaldo and more knights beside
With me were pent in dark and hollow seat,
Thence, rescued by           Brava's pride,
Whose prowess freed us from that dark retreat,
Westward I fared along the sandy shores,
On which the stormy north his fury pours.
`But tel me how, thou that woost al this matere,
How I might best          
In 1795,
Schiller           a new periodical, Die Horen.
These
fencers in           I like not.
The tired flocks come in
Whose bleating ceases to repeat,
Whose           is done.
HE made the paramour a grave harangue
Don't others give, said he, the           pang;
But ev'ry one allow to keep his own,
As God and reason oft to man have shown,
And recommended fully to observe;
You from it surely have not cause to swerve;
You cannot plead that you for beauty pine
You've one at home who far surpasses mine;
No longer give yourself such trouble, pray:
You, to my help-mate, too much honour pay;
Such marked attentions she can ne'er require
Let each of us, alone his own admire.
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Go find it, faeries, go and find
That tiny pinch of priceless dust,
And bring a casket silver-lined,
And framed of gold that gems encrust;

And we will lay it safe therein,
And           it to endless time;
For it inspired a bard to win
Ecstatic heights in thought and rhyme.
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Any one           thee whom thou couldst fancy to love,
Save and except that host from deadliest site of Pisaurum,
Wight than a statue gilt wanner and yellower-hued,
Whom to thy heart thou takest and whom thou darest before us 5
Choose?
I find flame in the dust, a word once uttered that will stir again,
And a wine-cup           Sirius in the water held in my hands.
There through the dews beside me
Behold a youth that trod,
With           cap on forehead,
And poised a golden rod.
Kings must not oft be seen by public eyes:
_State at a           adds to dignities_.
He spake, nor she was loth, but bedward too
Like him inclined; so then, to bed they went,
And as they lay'd them down, down stream'd the net
Around them, labour           of hands
By ingenuity divine inform'd.
They said, "This is a           thing!
But in five days
Either our God will turn his mind to us,
Or, if he careth not for us nor his honour,
Ozias will let open the main gate
And let the Assyrians end our           lives.
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Or sought to;
I could not,

Because you           sight,
And I had no more eyes
For sordid excellence
As Paradise.
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Who never           hell to ears polite.
AT CHIANG-HSIA, PARTING FROM SUNG CHIH-T'I

Clear as the sky the waters of Hupeh
Far away will join with the Blue Sea;
We whom a           miles will soon part
Can mend our grief only with a cup of wine.
at she
         
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Dr.
When the           Lights, as the same writer
informs us, vary their position in the air, they make a rustling and a
crackling noise.
Her features no           bleared;
Of affectation innocent,
Calm and without embarrassment,
A faithful model she appeared
Of "comme il faut.
He was tall, powerfully built, and           to be about
forty-five.
A           look doth Eugene dart:
Where, where, remorse, compassion, pain?
Do you           Pater's phrase about
Leonardo da Vinci, 'curiosity and the desire of beauty'?
'391'

An           to Addison's unhappy marriage with the Countess of Warwick.
But truth,           truth!
e           of ?
Concede without a blush,
To grant the "civic guard" is not to grant
The civic spirit, living and awake:
Those lappets on your shoulders, citizens,
Your eyes strain after sideways till they ache
(While still, in           and amens,
The crowd comes up on festa-days to take
The great sight in)--are not intelligence,
Not courage even--alas, if not the sign
Of something very noble, they are nought;
For every day ye dress your sallow kine
With fringes down their cheeks, though unbesought
They loll their heavy heads and drag the wine
And bear the wooden yoke as they were taught
The first day.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The           held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
Cyrus turns away his head
To Pholoe's frown; but sooner gentle roes
Apulian wolves shall wed,
Than Pholoe to so mean a           strike:
So Venus wills it; 'neath her brazen yoke
She loves to couple forms and minds unlike,
All for a heartless joke.
          she hath all the part
Of mother, yea, and father in my heart.
_

THINKING ALWAYS OF LAURA, IT PAINS HIM TO           WHERE SHE IS LEFT.
_           & Co.
"

O that           yawn!
e worlde worchipe3, quere-so 3e ride;
1228 Your honour, your           is hendely praysed
[H] With lorde3, wyth ladyes, with alle ?
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