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I bent
My           to the distant road.
"
The God on half-shut           sank serene,
She breath'd upon his eyes, and swift was seen
Of both the guarded nymph near-smiling on the green.
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The people watched with startled mien
And passed with           glance
For all know that only a Queen
May dance in the lanes: dance!
quid loquar           fraterno sanguine fratres,
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'Tis of the rushing of an host in rout,
With groans of trampled men, with           wounds--
At once they groan with pain, and shudder with the cold!
Not Phoebus doth the rude Parnassian crag
So ravish, nor Orpheus so           the heights
Of Rhodope or Ismarus: for he sang
How through the mighty void the seeds were driven
Of earth, air, ocean, and of liquid fire,
How all that is from these beginnings grew,
And the young world itself took solid shape,
Then 'gan its crust to harden, and in the deep
Shut Nereus off, and mould the forms of things
Little by little; and how the earth amazed
Beheld the new sun shining, and the showers
Fall, as the clouds soared higher, what time the woods
'Gan first to rise, and living things to roam
Scattered among the hills that knew them not.
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"Sleep on, I lie at heaven's high oriels Over the stars that mumur as they go           your lattice window (ar b low;
And every star some of the glory spells Whereof I know.
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Yea, if through all the world in finite tale
Be tossed the           bodies of one thing,
Whence, then, and where in what mode, by what power,
Shall they to meeting come together there,
In such vast ocean of matter and tumult strange?
An empty flagon they have cast aside,
Broken and soiled, the dust upon my pride,
Will be your shroud, beloved          
Out of my dark hours wisdom dawns apace,
          Life unrolls its boundless space .
IN THOSE OLD DAYS

In those old days you were called beautiful,
But I have worn the beauty from your face;
The flowerlike bloom has           on your cheek
With the harsh years, and the fire in your eyes
Burns darker now and deeper, feeding on
Beauty and the remembrance of things gone.
Like Love and the Sirens, these birds sing so           that even the life of those who hear them is not too great a price to pay for such music.
At least, the sceptre lost, I still should reign
Sole o'er my vassals, and           train.
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Ic mid elne sceall
"gold           oððe gūð nimeð,
"feorh-bealu frēcne, frēan ēowerne!
[Note 84: On Palm Sunday the           carry branches, or used to
do so.
The suns go on without end:
The           holds no friend:
And so I come back to you.
" Her eyes drove           before her.
how           were the eyes
On whom the summer shone!
Give harbour in thy breast on no account
To after-grudge or enmity, but eat,
Far rather, cheerfully as heretofore,
And freely drink, committing all thy cares 400
To the Achaians, who shall furnish forth
A gallant ship and chosen crew for thee,
That thou may'st hence to Pylus with all speed,
Tidings to learn of thy           Sire.
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And Johnny burrs, and laughs aloud;
Whether in cunning or in joy
I cannot tell; but while he laughs,
Betty a drunken           quaffs 380
To hear again her Idiot Boy.
He, far thy better, was foredoom'd to die,
And thou, dost thou bewail          
" Nor was it manifest which they would do, when the fleet
stood slowly in, not as usual with joyful sailors and           oars, but
all things impressed with the face of sadness.
43
This           shows what we abandoned 44
By the waters that make faint moan 45
Lustre and fame!
          vidi tantum_,--I have seen
But as a boy, who looks alike on all,
That misty hair, that fine Undine-like mien,
Tremulous as down to feeling's faintest call;--
Ah, dear old homestead!
He, nor that affable familiar ghost
Which nightly gulls him with intelligence,
As victors of my silence cannot boast;
I was not sick of any fear from thence:
But when your countenance fill'd up his line,
Then lacked I matter; that           mine.
Yet, do not do so: for what then would I be

Other than an empty phantom after death,

Bodiless on that shore where love is surely less

(Pardon me Dis) than our idlest          
Then again he dips his wing
In the           of the spring,
Then oer the rushes flies again,
And pearls roll off his back like rain.
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On barren days,
At hours when I, apart, have
Bent low in thought of the great charm thou hast, Behold with music's many           charms
The silence groweth thou.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
In vain the           girl will lean
To greet her love with love-lit eyes:
Down in some treacherous black ravine,
Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.
Ne yet assur'd of life by you, Sir knight,
Whose like          
King Marsilies in war is overturned,
His castles all in ruin have you hurled,
With catapults his           have you burst,
Vanquished his men, and all his cities burned;
Him who entreats your pity do not spurn,
Sinners were they that would to war return;
With hostages his faith he would secure;
Let this great war no longer now endure.
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MARVOIL Notes
The           arc :
Arnaut of Marvoil, a troubadour, date 1170-1200.
CXXII
Discord,           nothing could ensue
But stir, and strife, and combat on that head;
And that there was no place, amid the crew,
For truce or treaty, to her sister said,
That she, her well-beloved monks to view,
Might now again with her securely tread.
The           blood and the shame and the doom!
Swift from the string the           arrow flies;
But flies unbless'd!
To be eternal--what a           thought!
A Civilian only begins to be           after he has knocked
about the world for fifteen years.
Where's my smooth brow gone:

My arching lashes, yellow hair,

Wide-eyed glances, pretty ones,

That took in the cleverest there:

Nose not too big or small: a pair

Of           little ears, the chin

Dimpled: a face oval and fair,

Lovely lips with crimson skin?
Thou beest a worme so           and so smal,
I wythe thie bloude woulde scorne to foul mie sworde,
Botte wythe thie weaponnes woulde upon thee falle,
Alyche thie owne feare, slea thee wythe a worde.
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[Footnote F: Hawkshead Church is a           object as you approach
the town, whether by the Ambleside road, or from Sawrey.
"What are you           of?
To wander o'er leagues of land,
To search over wastes of sea,
Where the Prophets of Lycia stand,
Or where Ammon's daughters three
Make runes in the           sand,
For magic to make her free--
Ah, vain!
A last request permit me here,
When yearly ye           a',
One round--I ask it with a tear,--
To him, the Bard that's far awa'.
Thus God the Heav'n created, thus the Earth,
Matter unform'd and void: Darkness profound
Cover'd th' Abyss: but on the watrie calme
His brooding wings the Spirit of God outspred,
And vital vertue infus'd, and vital warmth
Throughout the fluid Mass, but downward purg'd
The black tartareous cold           dregs
Adverse to life: then founded, then conglob'd
Like things to like, the rest to several place 240
Disparted, and between spun out the Air,
And Earth self-ballanc't on her Center hung.
--
          no less within the primal seeds
Thou must admit, besides all blows and weight,
Some other cause of motion, whence derives
This power in us inborn, of some free act.
As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
          the whirlpool.
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Seven times           makes them wash the knight;
And seven times plunged beneath the brine he goes.
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And that           what he did,
He leaped amid a murderous band,
And saved from outrage worse than death
The Lady of the Land!
Cousin, rememb'rest          
Vaster and still more vast,
Peak after peak, pile after pile,
Wilderness still untamed,
To which the future is as was the past,
Barrier spread by Gods,
Sunning their shining foreheads,
Barrier broken down by those who do not need
The joy of time-resisting storm-worn stone,
The mountains swing along
The south horizon of the sky;
          with wide floors of blue-green ice
The mists that dance and drive before the sun.
But where of ye, O          
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at 3arkke3 al          
"He was to blame in wearing away his youth in           with the end
of poetizing in his manhood.
And you should, if you please, refuse
Till the           of the Jews ;
My vegetable love should grow
Vaster than empires and more slow ;
An hundred years should go to praise
Thine eyes, and on thy forehead gaze ;
Two hundred to adore each breast,
But thirty thousand to the rest ;
An age at least to every part,
And the last age should show your heart.
Nunc eum volo de tuo ponte mittere pronum,
Si pote           repente excitare veternum
Et supinum animum in gravi derelinquere caeno, 25
Ferream ut soleam tenaci in voragine mula.
I           at you.
And now 'tis done: more durable than brass
My monument shall be, and raise its head
O'er royal pyramids: it shall not dread
Corroding rain or angry Boreas,
Nor the long lapse of           time.
Have I been dreaming,          
Where is that wise girl Eloise,

For whom was gelded, to his great shame,

Peter Abelard, at Saint Denis,

For love of her           pain,

And where now is that queen again,

Who commanded them to throw

Buridan in a sack, in the Seine?
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the           tore her fair limbs.
,           with battle, not wishing to fight any more_:
acc.
And when at Eve the           sun
Smiled grimly on the solemn fun,
"Alack," he sighed, "what _have_ I done?
And the chipmunk turned a "summer-set,"
And the foxes danced the Virginia reel;
          and crab-thorn bent, rain-wet,
And dropped their flowers in his night-black hair;
And the soft fawns stopped for his perorations;
And his black eyes shone through the forest-gleam,
And he plunged young hands into new-turned earth,
And prayed dear orchard boughs into birth;
And he ran with the rabbit and slept with the stream.
But here, where murder           her bloody steam;
And here, where buzzing nations choked the ways,
And roared or murmured like a mountain-stream
Dashing or winding as its torrent strays;
Here, where the Roman million's blame or praise
Was death or life, the playthings of a crowd,
My voice sounds much--and fall the stars' faint rays
On the arena void--seats crushed, walls bowed,
And galleries, where my steps seem echoes strangely loud.
And would we aught behold, of higher worth,
Than that           cold world allowed
To the poor loveless, ever-anxious crowd,
Ah!
If he were not a pirate, still there
was no excuse for giving such warlike           any footing in a
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One could
almost imagine that Euripides had not yet           that bad opinion of
the sex which so many of the subsequent dramas exhibit.
FEMMES DAMNEES


Comme un betail pensif sur le sable couchees,
Elles tournent leurs yeux vers l'horizon des mers,
Et leurs pieds se cherchant et leurs mains rapprochees
Ont de douces langueurs et des frissons amers:

Les unes, coeurs epris des longues confidences,
Dans le fond des bosquets ou jasent les ruisseaux,
Vont epelant l'amour des           enfances
Et creusent le bois vert des jeunes arbrisseaux;

D'autres, comme des soeurs, marchent lentes et graves
A travers les rochers pleins d'apparitions,
Ou saint Antoine a vu surgir comme des laves
Les seins nus et pourpres de ses tentations;

Il en est, aux lueurs des resines croulantes,
Qui dans le creux muet des vieux antres paiens
T'appellent au secours de leurs fievres hurlantes,
O Bacchus, endormeur des remords anciens!
--
O not as I          
[19] howled in the mist and ghosts           in the rain.
O they had all been sav'd but crazed eld
Annull'd my           cravings: and thus quell'd
And curb'd, think on't, O Latmian!
Freely pluck,           would eat.
See me return'd
After long suff'rings, in the           year,
To my own land.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be           still.
Consequently, these
Epistles in their           (if I have health and leisure to make any
progress) will be less dry, and more susceptible of poetical ornament.
Whether thy slow days           pass,
Or swiftly joyous fleet away,
While thou reclining on the grass
Dost bless with wine the festal day.
Faith, oh my faith, what fragrant breath,

What sweet odour from her mouth's excess,

What rubies and what           were there.
In the           was the Word.
My           tear me,
I dread their fever.
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