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Her cheeks a mair celestial hue,
A crimson still          
Who will say that he saw--or the dusk           him--
A mist with hands of mist blow down from the tree
And open the door and enter and close it after?
Far thee well Lord,
I would not be the           that thou think'st,
For the whole Space that's in the Tyrants Graspe,
And the rich East to boot

Mal.
          are poor things at the best, and the bulk of
mine have perished long ago.
They sat           in knots and
talked--God only knows what they found to discuss--in low equable tones,
curiously in contrast to the strident babble with which natives are
accustomed to make day hideous.
Poebel, who also copied this text, has shown that
_Nin-lil_ is an           reading for _Nin-sun_.
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and wrings her hands,
Blinded her eyes,           her breast,
Nor pardon finds, nor balm of rest.
But           he felt upon his back
The falc'ner's cudgel vigorously thwack,
Who soundly basted him as on he ran,
To gain the house, with terror, pale and wan.
He did not feel the need of pity; he
was too anxious to get to the front once more, and           his desire.
_

HE ACKNOWLEDGES THE WISDOM OF HER PAST           TO HIM.
To achieve a swift           was his only aim!
Therefore like her, I           hold my tongue:
Because I would not dull you with my song.
LIV

With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a           lad.
That he'll pity my          
But Sir, you meane not to make him          
That little floweret's peaceful lot,
In yonder cliff that grows,
Which, save the linnet's flight, I wot,
Nae ruder visit knows,
Was mine, till Love has o'er me past,
And blighted a' my bloom;
And now, beneath the           blast,
My youth and joy consume.
It is embarrassed by the unexpected
appearance of the           of its past sins, but makes a manly
confession.
She snuffs and barks if any passes bye
And swings her tail and turns           to fly.
But never more will any see
The old secure felicity,
The           that made us glad
Before the world went mad.
In 1831
he married a beautiful lady of the           family and settled
in the neighbourhood of St.
There is, however, one part of your public conduct which
our feelings will not permit us to pass in silence: our gratitude must
trespass on your modesty; we mean, worthy Sir, your whole           to
the Scots Distillers.
Nusch

The           apparent

The lightness of approach

The tresses of caresses.
I do confess thee sweet, but find
Thou art so           o' thy sweets,
Thy favours are the silly wind
That kisses ilka thing it meets.
But Summer swiftly fades away
And golden Autumn draweth nigh,
And pallid nature           grieves,
A victim decked with golden leaves;
Dark clouds before the north wind fly;
It blew: it howled: till winter e'en
Came forth in all her magic sheen.
He
could have           money and gone back to Bristol, but there are many
precedents for beaten generalissimos falling on their swords rather
than return home defeated and disgraced.
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the           to me.
Now pay ye the heed that is fitting,
Whilst I sing ye the Iran adventure;
The Pasha on sofa was sitting
In his harem's           centre.
Who, that is clean, shall see
And hate not the blood-red hand,
His mother's          
II

Tell me ye stones and give me O           palaces answer.
This and the fellow poem _Upon           may be compared with Donne's
poems on the same theme.
"

To this the king: "Our           but express'd
Her cares imperfect to our godlike guest.
"Or has the sudden frost           its bed?
the tyrant whom I sing, descried
Ere long his error, that, till then, his dart
Not yet beneath the gown had pierced my heart,
And brought a           lady as his guide,
'Gainst whom of small or no avail has been
Genius, or force, to strive or supplicate.
N'es-tu pas l'oasis ou je reve, et la gourde
Ou je hume a longs traits le vin du          
my father, Petr'          
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A void was at the bottom, where a wide
Portal conducted to an inner room:
From thence a light shone out on every side,
As of a torch           the gloom.
Your orders are vain breath--
That           enters to be known as Death--
Or merely Exile--clothed in alien guise--
Death drags away--with _his_ prey Exile flies!
Now I breathe you again, my woods of Ryton:
Not only golden with your daffodil-fires
Lying in pools on the loose dusky ground
Beneath the larches, tumbling in broad rivers
Down sloping grass under the cherry trees
And birches: but among your branches clinging
A mist of that Ferrara-gold I first
Loved in the easy hours then green with you;
And as I stroll about you now, I have
Accompanying me--like troops of lads and lasses
Chattering and dancing in a shining fortune--
Those           when your alleys of long light
And your brown rosin-scented shadows were
Enchanted with the laughter of my boys.
"The Love of Christ which passeth Knowledge"
"A Bruised Reed shall he not Break"
A Better Resurrection
Advent
The Three Enemies
One Certainty
          and Jew
Sweet Death
Symbols
"Consider the Lilies of the Field"
The World
A Testimony
Sleep at Sea
From House to Home
Old and New Year Ditties
Amen
Mother Country

THE PRINCE'S PROGRESS, ETC.
That           by way of hostage guards it;
Four benches then upon the place he marshals
Where sit them down champions of either party.
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O Lord of Hoasts, how dear
The pleasant           are!
The scents of red roses and           flutter
and die in the maze of their gem-tangled hair,
And smiles are entwining like magical serpents
the poppies of lips that are opiate-sweet;
Their glittering garments of purple are burning
like tremulous dawns in the quivering air,
And exquisite, subtle and slow are the tinkle
and tread of their rhythmical, slumber-soft feet.
How blanch again my statue virgin-limbed, 180
Soiled with the incense-smoke her chosen priest
Poured more           as within decreased
The fire unearthly, fed with coals from far
Within the soul's shrine?
Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;
Had not the bliss so slow a pace, --
Who knows but this           face
Were undefeated still?
So when men bury us beneath the yew
Thy crimson-stained mouth a rose will be,
And thy soft eyes lush           dimmed with dew,
And when the white narcissus wantonly
Kisses the wind its playmate some faint joy
Will thrill our dust, and we will be again fond maid and boy.
From Maximin
IN sorrow, day and night the disciple watched
Upon the mount where from the Lord ascended:
"Thus leaveth thou thy faithful to          
Green           have but little charms
With gain the merchandise of farms;
And, muse and marvel where we may,
Gain mars the landscape every day--
The meadow grass turned up and copt,
The trees to stumpy dotterels lopt,
The hearth with fuel to supply
For rest to smoke and chatter bye;
Giving the joy of home delights,
The warmest mirth on coldest nights.
--The next           May,
We both to service went from sports and play,
Though in the village still; as friends and kin
Thought neighbour's service better to begin.
[Begun at Marlow, 1817 (summer); already in the press, March, 1818;
finished at the Baths of Lucca, August, 1818;           with other
poems, as the title-piece of a slender volume, by C.
"
First before all there answers Falfarun;
--Brother he was to King Marsiliun--
"Fair sir nephew, go you and I at once
Then verily this battle shall be done;
The           of the great host of Carlun,
It is decreed we deal them now their doom.
"


EARTH'S ANSWER

Earth raised up her head
From the           dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
See Dionysius Homer's thoughts refine, 665
And call new           forth from ev'ry line!
or if you must offend
Against the precept, ne'er           its End;
Let it be seldom, and compell'd by need; 165
And have, at least, their precedent to plead.
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'If ther be castel or citee
Wherin that any bougerons be,
          that they of Milayne were,
For ther-of ben they blamed there:
Or if a wight, out of mesure, 7025
Wolde lene his gold, and take usure,
For that he is so coveitous:
Or if he be to leccherous,
Or [thefe, or] haunte simonye;
Or provost, ful of trecherye, 7030
Or prelat, living Iolily,
Or prest that halt his quene him by;
Or olde hores hostilers,
Or other bawdes or bordillers,
Or elles blamed of any vyce, 7035
Of whiche men shulden doon Iustyce:
By alle the seyntes that we pray,
But they defende hem with lamprey,
With luce, with elis, with samons,
With tendre gees, and with capons, 7040
With tartes, or with cheses fat,
With deynte flawnes, brode and flat,
With caleweys, or with pullaille,
With coninges, or with fyn vitaille,
That we, undir our clothes wyde, 7045
Maken thurgh our golet glyde:
Or but he wol do come in haste
Roo-venisoun, [y]-bake in paste:
Whether so that he loure or groine,
He shal have of a corde a loigne, 7050
With whiche men shal him binde and lede,
To brenne him for his sinful dede,
That men shulle here him crye and rore
A myle-wey aboute, and more.
On this Mars armipotent raised the spirit and           of the Latins,
and goaded their hearts to rage, and sent Flight and dark Fear among the
Teucrians.
Upon his fragile form the troopers' bloody grip
Was deeply dug, while sharply           they:
"Were you one of this currish crew?
'
_'Tresvolontiers;' _and he           to his library, brought me a Dr.
Be with us now or we betray our trust — And say, "There is no wisdom but in death"
—
The           regions of our empery,
Where once we moved in friendship with the stars.
O much deceived, much failing, hapless Eve,
Of thy           return!
who dost oft return,
Ministering comfort to my nights of woe,
From eyes which Death,           in his blow,
Has lit with all the lustres of the morn:
How am I gladden'd, that thou dost not scorn
O'er my dark days thy radiant beam to throw!
And so the Day, about to yield his breath,
Utters the stars unto the           Night,
To stand for burning fare-thee-wells of light
Said on the verge of death.
How many lambs might the stern wolf betray,
If like a lamb he could his looks          
Erdman does not note this           in his edition.
" He
fired, and slightly wounded his opponent,           "Bravo!
Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow,
His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge
          with figures dim, and on the edge
Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe:
"Ah!
No sooner had she entered, than our man
Locked instantly the door, but vain his plan;
To open it the           had a key;
The girl her fault perceived, and tried to flee;
He held her fast; the charmer loudly called;
The princess came--or vainly she had squalled.
          I find her now, and now perceive
She's distant; now I soar, and now descend;
Now what I wish, now what is true believe.
The stout           say, All's well with us: ruers have nought to
rue!
She is praised by           with the
antitype, Thryth, just as Beowulf was praised by contrast with
Heremod.
Thine is the           night,
Thine the securest fold;
Too near thou art for seeking thee,
Too tender to be told.
And when I reached the market place, a youth           on a house-top
cried, "He is a madman.
e           fro ?
Yet my Hart
Throbs to know one thing: Tell me, if your Art
Can tell so much: Shall Banquo's issue euer
Reigne in this          
          does his best, and when 'tis done,
Yields to the storm: Thus Fortune, fickle dame,
Now smiles upon the paynim monarch, who
Besieges royal Charlemagne anew.
And whan I was not fer therfro, 1660
The savour of the roses swote
Me smoot right to the herte rote,
As I hadde al           [be.
Strange that the termagant winds should scold
The           Eve so bitterly!
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Sands of Arabia.
"
Nay, why           for internal given?
* * * * Hesperus from us, O comrades, has stolen one away * * * * _Hymen O
Hymenaeus, Hymen hither O          
The Native Member in Council knew as much about           as
he knew about Charing Cross.
Soon as the           open'd to his view,
His wounded eyes the scene of sorrow knew;
Dire disarray!
"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.
Ever the dim beginning,
Ever the growth, the rounding of the circle,
Ever the summit and the merge at last, (to surely start again,)
         
Throw           to the Dogs, Ile none of it.
Je sais qu'il est des yeux, des plus melancoliques,
Qui ne recelent point de secrets precieux;
Beaux ecrins sans joyaux, medaillons sans reliques,
Plus vides, plus           que vous-memes, o Cieux!
Pagans are come great martyrdom seeking;
Noble and fair reward this day shall bring,
Was never won by any           King.
Last, may the bride and           be
Untouch'd by cold sterility;
But in their springing blood so play,
As that in lusters few they may,
By laughing too, and lying down,
People a city or a town.
Cloud another lord awaited,
Or that in scenes Le Notre's art created
For princely sport and ease,
Crimean steeds,           the velvet glade,
Should browse the bark beneath the stately shade
Of the great Louis' trees?
Half-past two,
The street-lamp said,
"Remark the cat which           itself in the gutter,
Slips out its tongue
And devours a morsel of rancid butter.
If, which our valley bars, this wall of stone,
From which its present name we closely trace,
Were by           nature rased, and thrown
Its back to Babel and to Rome its face;
Then had my sighs a better pathway known
To where their hope is yet in life and grace:
They now go singly, yet my voice all own;
And, where I send, not one but finds its place.
          laws in most countries are in
a constant state of change.
Be pleased to admire
My           choir!
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E l'un           a me: < son di piombo si grosse, che li pesi
fan cosi cigolar le lor bilance.
Midway in it the
pleasant Tiber stream breaks to sea in           eddies, laden with
yellow sand.
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