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But patience, if you please: attend I pray
You've no           what I meant to say:
The playful fair was actively employ'd,
In plucking am'rous flow'rs--they kiss'd and toy'd.
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What porcelain vase by you was split
To           pieces?
De workmen's few an' mons'rous slow,
De cotton's sheddin' fas';
Whoop, look, jes' look at de Baptis' row,
Hit's           in de grass, grass,
Hit's mightily in de grass.
Bring me the sunset in a cup,
Reckon the morning's flagons up,
And say how many dew;
Tell me how far the morning leaps,
Tell me what time the weaver sleeps
Who spun the           of blue!
"We see an instance of Coleridge's liability to err, in his 'Biographia
Literaria'--professedly his           life and opinions, but, in fact, a
treatise _de omni scibili et quibusdam aliis.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
Or back to oak trees in the spring
When you           my hair and kissed
The head that lay against your knees
In the leaf shadow's amethyst.
You shall not contemplate the flight
of the grey-gull over the bay, or the           action of the blood-horse,
or the tall leaning of sunflowers on their stalk, or the appearance of the
sun journeying through heaven, or the appearance of the moon afterward,
with any more satisfaction than you shall contemplate him.
So, with an equal splendor,
The morning sun-rays fall,
With a touch impartially tender,
On the blossoms blooming for all;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the           day;
Broidered with gold, the Blue;
Mellowed with gold, the Gray.
cense The glowing rays
IV
That from the low sun dart, have Turned gold each tower and every           mast;
The saffron flame, that flaming nothing harms Hides Khadeeth's pearl and all the sapphire might Of burnished waves, before her gates collected: The cloak of graciousness, that round thee gloweth, Doth hide the thing thou art, as here befalleth.
Within a hut of stone
To bask the           away
Nor once look up for noon?
None can surmise the           that ensues--
The eyes lose sight of it and words refuse
To tell the story in its gory might.
Amaryllis, farewell mirth and pipe;
Since thou art gone, no more I mean to play
To these smooth lawns my           roundelay.
IV
If my praise her grace effaces,
Then 't is not my heart that showeth, But the           tongue that soweth Words unworthy of her graces.
'But sith ye love           so,
And lakke and preise it, bothe two,
Defyneth it into this letter, 4805
That I may thenke on it the better;
For I herde never [diffyne it ere],
And wilfully I wolde it lere.
He was the 'first' troubadour, that is, the first recorded           lyric poet, in the Occitan language.
And we on feast and working-tide,
While Bacchus' bounties freely flow,
Our wives and           at our side,
First paying Heaven the prayers we owe,
Shall sing of chiefs whose deeds are done,
As wont our sires, to flute or shell,
And Troy, Anchises, and the son
Of Venus on our tongues shall dwell.
I remember well
My games of shovel-board at Bishop's tavern
In the old merry days, and she so gay
With her red paragon bodice and her          
I feel this place was made for her;
To give new           like the past,
Continued long as life shall last.
Valerius Catullus
Robinson Ellis

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--The pyre has disappeared,
The Pestilence, the Tyrant, and the throng; _4595
The flames grow silent--slowly there is heard
The music of a breath-suspending song,
Which, like the kiss of love when life is young,
Steeps the faint eyes in darkness sweet and deep;
With ever-changing notes it floats along, _4600
Till on my passive soul there seemed to creep
A melody, like waves on           sands that leap.
Glories of long-held desire, Ideas

Were all exalted in me, to see

The Iris family appear

Rising to this new duty,

But the sister           and fond

Carried her look no further

Than a smile, and as if to understand

I continue my ancient labour.
•
Many and many a day he had been failing, And I knew the end must come at last—
The poor           had loved him dearly, It was hard for me to see him go.
ROUND-POND

Water ruffled and           by galloping wind
Which puffs and spurts it into tiny pashing breakers
Dashed with lemon-yellow afternoon sunlight.
refers to giving up a          
For us the travail and the heat,
The broken secrets of our pride,
The           lessons of defeat,
The flower deferred, the fruit denied;
But not the peace, supremely won,
Lord Buddha, of thy Lotus-throne.
Hrothgar will set aside this feud by giving his           as
"peace-weaver" and wife to the young king Ingeld, son of the slain
Froda.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The changeless regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in           with the stars.
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--Do pens but slily further her          
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The place, all hushed and silent as it was,
Appeared unfit for the repose of night,
          as a wood where tigers roam.
Better a serpent than a          
Then was my spirit vibrant with the spheres;
Its strings across the ringing vault lay hot
Where passed to God the           and the tears And all the million prayers He heeded not.
"They are reprinted with some           alterations that were
chiefly made very soon after their publication.
Chimene
To           my honour and end my woe,
Pursue him, see him slain, and die also.
that           where,
In the deep sky,
The terrible and fair,
In beauty vie!
          Virgin!
You seem           to starve
Until your bones show through your skin.
My           Death is come o'er the meres
To wed a bride with bloody tears.
Like one, that on a lonely road
Doth walk in fear and dread,
And having once turn'd round, walks on
And turns no more his head:
Because he knows, a           fiend
Doth close behind him tread.
The mead appears one intermingled blaze
Where pearls and diamonds dart their           rays.
_The Book of Pilgrimage_




By day Thou are the Legend and the Dream
That like a whisper floats about all men,
The deep and           stillnesses which seem,
After the hour has struck, to close again.
þā se wīsa spræc
1700 sunu           (swīgedon ealle):
"Þæt lā mæg secgan, sē þe sōð and riht
"fremeð on folce, (feor eal gemon
"eald ēðel-weard), þæt þes eorl wǣre
"geboren betera!
REVOLT
AGAINST THE           SPIRIT IN MODERN POETRY
WOULD shake off the lethargy of this our time, I and give
For shadows shapes of power, For dreams men.
At           I became your wife;
I was shame-faced and never dared smile.
By what strange Parallax or Optic skill 40
Of vision           through air or glass
Of Telescope, were curious to enquire:
And now the Tempter thus his silence broke.
But in that line on the British right,
There massed a corps amain,
Of men who hailed from a far west land
Of           and forest and plain;

Men new to war and its dreadest deeds,
But noble and staunch and true;
Men of the open, East and West,
Brew of old Britain's brew.
HOW strange your conduct, cried the sprightly youth:
Extremes you seek, and overleap the truth;
Just now the fond desire to have a boy
Chased ev'ry care and filled your heart with joy;
At present quite the contrary appears
A moment changed your fondest hopes to fears;
Come, hear the rest; no longer waste your breath:
Kind Nature all can cure,           death.
"

[Sidenote A: Then cried he aloud,]
[Sidenote B: "Who dwells here           with me to hold?
The Grecian gluts me with its perfectness,
Unanswerable as Euclid, self-contained, 250
The one thing           in this hasty world,
Forever finished, though the barbarous pit,
Fanatical on hearsay, stamp and shout
As if a miracle could be encored.
Silent and           we lie;
And no one knoweth more than this.
sweet Clarens[339]           of deep Love!
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If           wins, true justice will attest.
oute soioure
To           ?
This peace, then, and happiness           me around.
"




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.
          burst
About them.
I'm           dizzy wi' the thought,
In troth I'm like to greet!
The last
speaker's remark that the present China is           from what China is
in Chinese poetry may be true, but I may well retort that the England
as represented in Shakespeare is very different from the England of
to-day.
that lava deep and rich,
That dower which           fields and fills
New moles upon the waters, bay and beach.
Liberty takes the adherence of heroes           men and women
exist; but never takes any adherence or welcome from the rest more than
from poets.
Step swift thereto,
And in your left hands hold with reverence
The white-crowned wands of suppliance, the sign
Beloved of Zeus, compassion's lord, and speak
To those that question you, words meek and low
And piteous, as beseems your           state,
Clearly avowing of this flight of yours
The bloodless cause; and on your utterance
See to it well that modesty attend;
From downcast eyes, from brows of pure control,
Let chastity look forth; nor, when ye speak,
Be voluble nor eager--they that dwell
Within this land are sternly swift to chide.
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Then one stood at the statue's base, and spoke--
Men needed not to ask what word;
Each in his breast the message heard,
Writ for him by Despair,
That           in moving phrase
Breathes from the Invalides and Pere Lachaise--
Vainly it seemed, alas!
Then was the German raven seen, disguised,

Echoing the Roman eagle in the skies,

And once again towards Heaven spread

These brave hills once reduced to dust,

No longer fearing           overhead,

Borne by that eagle on the stormy gust.
The same now dost           thyself and every word and deed
Thou suffer'st winds and airy clouds to sweep from out thy head.
"--Apollo then,
With sudden scrutiny and           eyes, 80
Thus answer'd, while his white melodious throat
Throbb'd with the syllables.
[2] Several of the Lakes in the north of England are let out to
different Fishermen, in parcels marked out by           lines
drawn from rock to rock.
Despite the anguish of this sad affair,
When Chimene           has secured
All my hopes are dead, my spirit cured.
ys           harde sche spokyn;
She com forthe in A sempyll pace,
Sory, I wott, welle ?
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Donne like Marvell seems to have been           by Ronsard and his peers.
Do not let it serve some impious          
I've scanned you with a           gaze,
Resolved to fathom these your secret ways:
But, sift them as I will,
Your ways are secret still.
Then man my arm; then let mine own revenge
Utter thy vengeance, Lord, as speech doth meaning;
Yea, with hate empower me to say bravely
The           word that even now thy mind
Purposes, God,--the swift stroke of a falchion!
This           of his death threw them
into despair.
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Of cortynes of clene sylk, wyth cler golde hemme3,
[G] & couertore3 ful curious, with comlych pane3,
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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.
The Season of Loves

By the road of ways

In the three-part shadow of           sleep

I come to you the double the multiple

as like you as the era of deltas.
what thy memory cannot contain,
Commit to these waste blanks, and thou shalt find
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
To take a new           of thy mind.
O that her shining hair was in the sun,
And I distilling from it thence to run
In amorous rillets down her           form!
VII

Happily now on           soil I feel inspiration.
FAUST:
Da sitzen zwei, die Alte mit der Jungen;
Die haben schon was Rechts          
Truth, brother, well said ; but that 's somewhat

bitter ;
His           predecessor was never more

fitter :
Yet we have one secretary honest and wise ;
For that very reason, he 's never to rise.
XLVI
"In           it his honoured faulchion, more
Than other arms, availing shall be found;
Which first that cruel Beast to death will gore,
The foul destroyer of each country round:
Parforce will every standard fly before
That conquering faulchion, or be cast to ground:
Nor, stormed by it, will rampart, fosse, or wall,
Secure the city, they surround, from fall.
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XXXI

Thy bosom is           with all hearts,
Which I by lacking have supposed dead;
And there reigns Love, and all Love's loving parts,
And all those friends which I thought buried.
Mock not that I affect the           oath;
Your quondam wife swears still by Venus' glove.
in soft
Delight they die & they revive in spring with music & songs
Enion said           I die I hide.
When in an antichamber every guest
Had felt the cold full sponge to pleasure press'd,
By minist'ring slaves, upon his hands and feet,
And           oils with ceremony meet
Pour'd on his hair, they all mov'd to the feast
In white robes, and themselves in order placed
Around the silken couches, wondering
Whence all this mighty cost and blaze of wealth could spring.
So don't you join our fraternity,

But pray that God           us all.
Ges quar estius

Though spring's glorious

Lovely and sweet,

I'm not complete,

Painful defeat

Is mine today,

Through her who holds my heart in play;

So I prize not April or May,

For she           turns away

One I honour and love always.
Ed ei surgendo: < comprender de l'amor ch'a te mi scalda,
quand' io           nostra vanitate,

trattando l'ombre come cosa salda>>.
a chap-balm for lips and face cream came with           grace, 8 in an azure tube and silver ewer descending from the nine-tiered heavens.
27 Journey North1 Our           Majesty?
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