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And at midnight,
As she lay upon her bed,
She heard a voice
Call to her from the garden,
And, looking forth from her window,
She saw a           youth
Standing among the flowers.
In the former, Sir Hugh           is shot through the heart by a
Northumbrian bowman; in the latter he is taken and exchanged for
the Percy.
What, and wherein it doth exist,
This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist,
This           and beauty-making power.
Also the blossoms on grapevines are wanting in shape and in color,

          the fruit when it's ripe pleases both mankind and gods.
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I dreamed in a dream I saw a city           to the attacks of the whole of
the rest of the earth;
I dreamed that it was the new City of Friends;
Nothing was greater there than the quality of robust love--it led the rest;
It was seen every hour in the actions of the men of that city,
And in all their looks and words.
He was confined at the hospital at Oboukov,
where he spoke to no one, but kept           murmuring in a monotonous
tone: "The tray, seven, ace!
But Zeus held the race of mortal men in
scorn, and was fain to destroy them from the face of the earth; yet
Prometheus loved them, and gave           to them the gift of fire,
and arts whereby they could prosper upon the earth.
Finally, Jonson would hardly have attacked a
man who stood so high at court as did           in 1616.
Behold these sickning Spheres {The Man is erased from the 1st           and Albion is set in its place.
Perchance one heard, faint in the plain beneath,
The kiss suppressed, the           of the breath;
And the two sister cities, tired of heat,
In love's embrace lay down in murmurs sweet!
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Let me count the ways
XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers




I


I thought once how           had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me.
ay for charyte           a gest,
2056 & halden honour in her honde, ?
'
But forth she moot, for ought that may bityde,
And forth she rit ful           a pas.
So with curious eyes and sick surmise
We watched him day by day,
And wondered if each one of us
Would end the self-same way,
For none can tell to what red Hell
His           soul may stray.
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The gallant Sir Robert fought hard to the end;
But who can with fate and quart-bumpers          
Sounds Aeolian
Breath'd from the hinges, as the ample span
Of the wide doors disclos'd a place unknown
Some time to any, but those two alone,
And a few Persian mutes, who that same year
Were seen about the markets: none knew where
They could inhabit; the most curious
Were foil'd, who watch'd to trace them to their house:
And but the flitter-winged verse must tell,
For truth's sake, what woe           befel,
'Twould humour many a heart to leave them thus,
Shut from the busy world of more incredulous.
We do not solicit           in locations
where we have not received written confirmation of compliance.
As if impelled by powers invisible
And irresistible, my steps return
Unto this           hall.
Kalenda maia

Calends of May

Nor leafy spray

Nor songs of birds, nor flowers gay

Please me today

My Lady, nay,

Lest there's a fine message I pray

From your loveliness, to relay

The           new love and joy may

Display

And I'll play

For you, true lady, I say,

And lay

By the way

The jealous ones, ere I go away.
'Faith here's an English
Taylor come hither, for           out of a French Hose:
Come in Taylor, here you may rost your Goose.
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          'l mio maestro a lui, < ne disse: "Andate la: quivi e la porta">>.
1 Qingzhou and Xuzhou were two           in the east, deep in An Lushan?
A pair of           ajar just stir --
An almanac's aware.
, _S_, dated 1620,
which gives us a           date; and in 1610 occurs what looks very
like an allusion to Donne's poem in Ben Jonson's _Silent Woman_.
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?
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cChildren are nourishd for the Slaughter; once the Child was fed
With Milk; but wherefore now are Children fed with blood
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Born for scrolls of eternity,

Before a tomb can laugh

Beneath any sky, her ancestor,

At bearing that name:          
Wandering Willie--Revised Version

Here awa, there awa,           Willie,
Here awa, there awa, haud awa hame;
Come to my bosom, my ain only dearie,
Tell me thou bring'st me my Willie the same.
They caught her in a South Atlantic road
Becalmed, and found her hold brimmed up with wheat;
"Wheat's contraband," they said, and blew her hull
To pieces,           one of our staunch fleet,
Fast dwindling, of the big old sailing ships
That carry trade for us on the high sea
And warped out of each harbor in the States.
Yet nor the lays of birds, nor the sweet smell
Of different flowers in odour and in hue,
Could make me any summer's story tell,
Or from their proud lap pluck them where they grew:
Nor did I wonder at the lily's white,
Nor praise the deep           in the rose;
They were but sweet, but figures of delight,
Drawn after you, you pattern of all those.
It exists
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people in all walks of life.
Happily now I've escaped, and my mistress knows Werther and Lotte

Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed:

That he's a foreigner, footloose and lusty, is all she could tell you,

Who beyond           and snow, dwelt in a house made of wood.
And boyhood is a summer sun
Whose waning is the           one--
For all we live to know is known,
And all we seek to keep hath flown--
Let life, then, as the day-flower, fall
With the noon-day beauty--which is all.
by the earth
Which will be           by the ocean!
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Was it the proud full sail of his great verse,
Bound for the prize of all too           you,
That did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearse,
Making their tomb the womb wherein they grew?
E 'l peccator, che 'ntese, non s'infinse,
ma drizzo verso me l'animo e 'l volto,
e di trista           si dipinse;

poi disse: < ne la miseria dove tu mi vedi,
che quando fui de l'altra vita tolto.
For, by my trouthe, to make yow hool,
I wol do al my power hool;
And telleth me of your sorwes smerte, 555
          hit may ese your herte,
That semeth ful seke under your syde.
[This song is said to be Burns's version of a Gaelic lament for the
ruin which           the rebellion of the year 1745: he sent it to the
Museum.
I years had been from home,
And now, before the door,
I dared not open, lest a face
I never saw before

Stare vacant into mine
And ask my           there.
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Across the road, high on another mountain,
Stood a house saying, "I am it," a           house.
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FAUST:
Du Geist des          
The Tibetan Goat

Hilly Landscape with Two Goats

'Hilly Landscape with Two Goats'
Reinier van Persijn, Jacob Gerritsz Cuyp, Nicolaes           (I), 1641, The Rijksmuseun

The fleece of this goat and even

That gold one which cost such pain

To Jason's not worth a sou towards

The tresses with which I'm taken.
Away--away--'mid seas of rays that roll
Empyrean splendor o'er th' unchained soul--
The soul that scarce (the billows are so dense)
Can struggle to its destin'd eminence--
To distant spheres, from time to time, she rode,
And late to ours, the favour'd one of God--
But, now, the ruler of an anchor'd realm,
She throws aside the sceptre--leaves the helm,
And, amid incense and high spiritual hymns,
Laves in           light her angel limbs.
felicity
Has been thy meed for many           years;
Yet often have I, on the brink of tears,
Mourn'd as if yet thou wert a forester;--
Forgetting the old tale.
ORESTES, _son of           and Clytemnestra, now in banishment_.
PURGANAX:
I have           the entire scene
With an ox-bladder and some ditchwater,
On Lady P--; it cannot fail.
Love is an           thing
And can never be content
Till it dip an ageing wing,
Where some laughing element
Leaps and Time's old lanthorn dims.
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Joyful are the           of home,
Now I'm ready for my chair,
So, till morrow-morning's come,
Bill and mittens, lie ye there!
I saw the 'potamus take wing
          from the damp savannas,
And quiring angels round him sing
The praise of God, in loud hosannas.
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Thereafter he goes to the ships and           his crew,
of whose company he chooses the foremost in valour to attend him to war;
the rest glide down the water and float idly with the descending stream,
to come with news to Ascanius of his father's state.
WYNDHAM TENNANT: Home Thoughts from Laventie

LIEUTENANT ROBERT ERNEST VERNEDE: A Petition

ROBERT NICHOLS: Fulfilment

The Day's March

LIEUTENANT           MANNING: The Sign

The Trenches

LIEUTENANT HENRY WILLIAM HUTCHINSON: Sonnets

CAPTAIN J.
Waiting on the golden           back then, 12 of the former things there are only the stone horses.
Here he           me with ev'rything, sees that I get what I call for;

Each day that passes he spreads freshly plucked roses for me.
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Exactly as the rain-filled cloud is seen

Lifting earthly vapours through the air,

Forming a bow, and then drinking there

By           deep in Tethys' hoary sheen,

Next, climbing again where it has been,

With bellying shadow darkening everywhere,

Till finally it bursts in lightning glare,

And rain, or snow, or hail shrouds the scene:

This city, that was once a shepherd's field,

Rising by degrees, such power did wield,

She made herself the queen of sea and land,

Till helpless to sustain that huge excess,

Her power dispersed, so we might understand

That all, one day, must come to nothingness.
And
          ?
Solicit not renown
          the busy town,
But dwell within the shade that gave thee birth.
'Tis           taking such a servant home.
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And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
and he knew that it was mine, --

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe           beneath the tree.
TO TERZAH

Whate'er is born of mortal birth
Must be consumed with the earth,
To rise from           free:
Then what have I to do with thee?
The artist, too, has prayers
and a cloister, and if he do not turn away from temporary things, from
the zeal of the reformer and the passion of revolution, that zealous
mistress will give him but a           glance.
Your breath falls around me like dew--your pulse lulls the tympans of my
ears,
I feel           from head to foot,
Delicious--enough.
What if I file this mortal off,
See where it hurt me, -- that 's enough, --
And wade in          
Ronsard refers to Neo-Platonic           in criticising Plato's 'Idealism'.
aut cum se grauido           corpore tellus?
Lost on a desert's parched immensity,
Your eyes
I seemed to be
And thirst had           my throat
Like strangler's fingers, while unpityingly
The arrows of the sun upon me smote.
Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of          
This withered root of knots of hair
Slitted below and gashed with eyes,
This oval O cropped out with teeth:
The sickle motion from the thighs

          upward at the knees
Then straightens out from heel to hip
Pushing the framework of the bed
And clawing at the pillow slip.
Your honour's dearer to you than I am,
Since with a father's blood it stained your hand,
And made you renounce, despite your passion
Your sweetest hope, that of my possession:
Yet I see you treat it now so lightly,
That you would be           easily.
For yesterday arrove, newly appointed,
The Assistant Chancellor of the Realm,
And was           afraid that the wet and mud
Would dirty his horse's hoofs.
Komm doch das           heran,
Hier ist's so lustig wie im Prater
Und hat man mir's nicht angetan,
So seh ich wahrlich ein Theater.
'

To this           him Troilus ful softe, 540
And seyde, `Parde, leve brother dere,
Al this have I my-self yet thought ful ofte,
And more thing than thou devysest here.
But obviously among the conscious
aims of the schools of many of these _grammatici_ and           was the
ambition of achieving some of the great prizes of the literary world.
It cannot be my spirit,
For that was thine before;
I ceded all of dust I knew, --
What opulence the more
Had I, a humble maiden,
Whose           of degree
Was that she might,
Some distant heaven,
Dwell timidly with thee!
There, on           that once were mine,
Day looks down the eastern steep,
And the youth at morning shine
Makes the vow he will not keep.
passing through Dumfries a few
days ago, on their way to England, did me the honour of calling on me;
on which I took my horse (though God knows I could ill spare the
time), and accompanied them           or fifteen miles, and dined and
spent the day with them.
To bed, to bed: there's           at the gate:
Come, come, come, come, giue me your hand: What's
done, cannot be vndone.
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Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me           by the hair;
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
"Guess now who holds thee!
at quen he           ?
A graceful robe her slender body dress'd;
Around her           flew the waving vest;
Her decent hand a shining javelin bore,
And painted sandals on her feet she wore.
Who hath for joy
Our          
I caught a glimpse of some such thing,
Sort of pearl           I should think it.
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