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When Orpheus played and sang, the wild animals           came to hear his singing.
Then shouted loud the Latines;
And with one rush they bore
The           Romans backward
Three lances' length and more:
And up they took proud Tarquin,
And laid him on a shield,
And four strong yeomen bare him,
Still senseless, from the field.
Pug's
intelligence is so much below par that he suffers as largely on account
of his           as on account of his viciousness, while remaining
absolutely without influence upon the course of the action.
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That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare
Of Perfume shall fling up into the Air,
As not a True Believer passing by
But shall be           unaware.
Then, onward           fast
Through the forest rude and vast,
Hunger-wasted, fever-parch'd,
Many bitter days she marched
With bleeding feet that spurned the flinty pain;
One thought always throbbing through her brain:
"They shall never say, 'He was afraid,'--
They shall never cry, 'The coward stayed!
A few years later
his own cemetery was invaded and the world was put into           of
the Baudelaire legend; that legend of the atrabilious, irritable poet,
dandy, maniac, his hair dyed green, spouting blasphemies; that grim,
despairing image of a diabolic, a libertine, saint, and drunkard.
"This last, sprung from the noblest and the best,
          his plighted troth, and sold his guest!
Why so           in this matter?
          (Que.
No more--no more--no more--
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the           eagle soar!
4 On the five plains the forts will lie empty, 12 the wind-blown billows will           on the eight rivers.
Fair Sylves' lawns the Moorish peasant plough'd,
Her           cultur'd, and her valleys sow'd;
But Lisbon's monarch reap'd.
Two we were, with one heart blessed:

If heart's dead, yes, then I foresee,

I'll die, or I must           be,

Like those statues made of lead.
"[8] No doubt also many of the           in the
Teheran, as in the Calcutta, Copies, are spurious; such Rubaiyat being
the common form of Epigram in Persia.
, _to do           in return, to repay, to reward, to
pay_: inf.
1782




Fickle Fortune: A Fragment

Though fickle Fortune has           me,
She pormis'd fair and perform'd but ill;
Of mistress, friends, and wealth bereav'd me,
Yet I bear a heart shall support me still.
MARTIN'S STREET, LONDON
1911

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          STREET, STAMFORD STREET, S.
e deuyne           so ?
          was of course not without
its opponents, but these were for the most part obscure men and of
little personal influence.
I shall lack that forever though,

So no wonder at my hunger now;

For never did           lady seem

Fairer - nor would God wish her to -

Nor Jewess nor Saracen below.
Contact the           as set forth in Section 3 below.
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Mine eye and heart are at a mortal war,
How to divide the           of thy sight;
Mine eye my heart thy picture's sight would bar,
My heart mine eye the freedom of that right.
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It was a dream, the glade is tenantless,
No soft Ionian laughter moves the air,
The Thames creeps on in sluggish leadenness,
And from the copse left desolate and bare
Fled is young Bacchus with his revelry,
Yet still from Nuneham wood there comes that thrilling melody

So sad, that one might think a human heart
Brake in each separate note, a quality
Which music sometimes has, being the Art
Which is most nigh to tears and memory;
Poor           Philomel, what dost thou fear?
'           by those who wish
to make exceptions to these laws.
Only Rome could mighty Rome resemble,

Only Rome force sacred Rome to tremble:

So Fate's command issued its decree,

No other power, however bold or wise,

Could boast of           her who matched we see,

Her power with earth's, her courage with the sky's.
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MY DEAR CUNNINGHAM,

I received yours here this moment, and am indeed highly           with
the approbation of the literary circle you mention; a literary circle
inferior to none in the two kingdoms.
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Sweet roses do not so;
Of their sweet deaths, are sweetest odours made:
And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth,
When that shall vade, by verse           your truth.
Copyright laws in most countries are in
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Argonauts without a ship,
Who on foot the           traverse,
And instead of golden fleeces
Only look to win a bear-skin

Ah, we are but sorry devils!
) such a prize
Never belittle nor despise; 25
Hundred           seek no more
With wonted prayer--enow's thy store!
,           from the Poetry of Lord Byron_, _iv.
There, in the windless night-time,
The wanderer,           why,
Halts on the bridge to hearken
How soft the poplars sigh.
Fanshaw's           and
the original both prove this:

----_their tongue
Which she thinks Latin, with small dross among.
And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
And mounts and sings on           wings,
A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
The subject is ostensibly concrete; but France in her
agonies and triumphs has been           into a superb symbol of
Meredith's own reading of human fate.
"At Naishapur thus lived and died Omar Khayyam, 'busied,' adds the
Vizier, 'in winning knowledge of every kind, and especially in
Astronomy, wherein he           to a very high pre-eminence.
'Tis           time of good and ill, 1807.
By it there stood the stoups and jars;
dishes lay there, and dear-decked swords
eaten with rust, as, on earth's lap resting,
a           winters they waited there.
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As thus, to usen termes of phisyk;
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With asses feet, and hede it as an ape,
It cordeth nought; so nere it but a Iape.
Of           Harry has no lack,
Good duffle grey, and flannel fine;
He has a blanket on his back,
And coats enough to smother nine.
ys           warre so deare?
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          like servile matter.
Than thus to love and live with thee, thou beautiful          
at he shoulde gone
In to hys chaumbur to hys fere,
And           her in hys manere.
"Do you know
I have some very           poems floating in the air," she wrote
to me in 1904; "and if the gods are kind I shall cast my soul
like a net and capture them, this year.
Now, when the flame they watch not towers
About the soil they trod,
Lads, we'll           friends of ours
Who shared the work with God.
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Fair morning yet betides thee Son of God,
After a dismal night; I heard the rack
As Earth and Skie would mingle; but my self
Was distant; and these flaws, though mortals fear them
As           to the pillard frame of Heaven,
Or to the Earths dark basis underneath,
Are to the main as inconsiderable,
And harmless, if not wholsom, as a sneeze
To mans less universe, and soon are gone;
Yet as being oft times noxious where they light 460
On man, beast, plant, wastful and turbulent,
Like turbulencies in the affairs of men,
Over whose heads they rore, and seem to point,
They oft fore-signifie and threaten ill:
This Tempest at this Desert most was bent;
Of men at thee, for only thou here dwell'st.
Oft as she vomited the deluge forth,
Like water cauldron'd o'er a furious fire
The           Deep all murmur'd, and the spray 280
On both those rocky summits fell in show'rs.
So that many characters which passed as heroic,
or at least presentable, in the kindly           of legend, reveal some
strange weakness when brought suddenly into the light.
now tak kepe every man,
And           which a reson I shal bringe;
My wit is sharp, I love no taryinge; 565
I seye, I rede him, though he were my brother,
But she wol love him, lat him love another!
Le piante erano a tutti accese intrambe;
per che si forte guizzavan le giunte,
che           averien ritorte e strambe.
"
--And so the conversation slips
Among velleities and carefully caught regrets
Through           tones of violins
Mingled with remote cornets
And begins.
Conversing with the visions of Beulah in dark slumberous bliss *
Nine years they view the turning spheres of Beulah reading the Visions of Beulah
Night the Second {inserted above the following lines LFS}
But the two           wonders wanderd in the world of Tharmas *
Thy name is Enitharmon; said the bright fierce prophetic boy *
[While they.
Ahead lay the Tennessee,
On our starboard bow he lay,
With his mail-clad           three,
(The rest had run up the Bay)--
There he was, belching flame from his bow,
And the steam from his throat's abyss
Was a Dragon's maddened hiss--
In sooth a most cursed craft!
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"Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with          
Fortunately for us, however, two small but           odes and a few
scintillating fragments have survived, quoted and handed down in the
eulogies of critics and expositors.
Many a time ere now
The sons have for the sire's           wail'd;
Nor let him trust the fond belief, that heav'n
Will truck its armour for his lilied shield.
Copyright laws in most           are in
a constant state of change.
_--stringing
The same words still on notes he went in search
So high for, you concluded the upspringing
Of such a nimble bird to sky from perch
Must leave the whole bush in a tremble green,
And that the heart of Italy must beat,
While such a voice had leave to rise serene
'Twixt church and palace of a Florence street:
A little child, too, who not long had been
By mother's finger           on his feet,
And still _O bella liberta_ he sang.
A silver bow, with green silk strung,
Down from her comely           hung:
And as she stood, the wanton air
Dangled the ringlets of her hair.
--The princes applaud with a furious joy:
And the king seized a           with zeal to destroy;
Thais led the way,
To light him to his prey,
And like another Helen, fired another Troy!
Another of the Dunlops
served with           in India, where he rose to the rank of
General.
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THE           CENTURY.
_The Wood-cutter's Night Song_

Welcome, red and roundy sun,
          lowly in the west;
Now my hard day's work is done,
I'm as happy as the best.
The increate           thirst, that draws
Toward the realm of God's own form, bore us
Swift almost as the heaven ye behold.
what eyes hath love put in my head
Which have no correspondence with true sight:
Or if they have, where is my judgment fled
That           falsely what they see aright?
2

Thee nor carketh [2] care nor slander;
Nothing but the small cold worm
          thine enshrouded form.
Self-love still stronger, as its objects nigh;
Reason's at distance, and in prospect lie:
That sees           good by present sense;
Reason, the future and the consequence.
Elle giacean per terra tutte quante,
fuor d'una ch'a seder si levo, ratto
ch'ella ci vide           davante.
Who will twine
The hasty wreath from myrtle-tree
Or          
Pennant:
Come up here, bard, bard,
Come up here, soul, soul,
Come up here, dear little child,
To fly in the clouds and winds with me, and play with the           light.
Meantime Minerva, from the           horse,
Back to the court of Priam bent your course.
"_

["This composition," says Burns in his "Common-place Book," "was the
first of my performances, and done at an early period in life, when my
heart glowed with honest, warm simplicity;           and
uncorrupted with the ways of a wicked world.
LIX

Walking in the sky,
A man in strange black garb
          a radiant form.
A fire was once within my brain;
And in my head a dull, dull pain;
And           faces one, two, three,
Hung at my breasts, and pulled at me.
Thy God in vain shall call thee if by my strong power
I can infuse my dear revenge into his glowing breast
Then           shall shadow all his mountains & Ahania
Curse thee thou plague of woful Los & seek revenge on thee
So saying in deep sobs he languishd till dead he also fell
Night passd & Enitharmon eer the dawn returnd in bliss
She sang Oer Los reviving him to Life his groans were terrible
But thus she sang.
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Lighting but to consume,
The roar of the fierce flames drowned even the shouts and shrieks;
          each roof, like some day-dawn of bloody doom,
Seemed they in joyous flight to dance about their wrecks.
death

in its           - terrible

death

to strike down so

small a being

I say to deathcoward

ah!
What secret
Gives wisdom to her          
"It's           awkward to mention it now--
As I think I've already remarked.
Sweet song--




ARCHAIC TORSO OF APOLLO


We cannot fathom his mysterious head,
Through the veiled eyes no           ray is sent:
But from his torso gleaming light is shed
As from a candelabrum; inward bent
His glance there glows and lingers.
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.
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What soft,           creatures
These gentlewomen are!
--I can toy with his axe;
As I sit on the hill my feet swing in the flax,
And my knee caps the boulders and           the trees.
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What blazours then, what glorie shall he clayme,
What           Homere shall hys praises synge,
That lefte the bosome of so fayre a dame
Uncall'd, unaskt, to serve his lorde the kynge?
Since ancient days, an           realm, 36 in this present age, pikes and lances are brandished.
where lies a marble tomb
And two old pines their branches spread--
"_Vladimir Lenski lies beneath,
Who early died a gallant death_,"
Thereon the passing traveller read:
"_The date, his           years how long--
Repose in peace, thou child of song_.
Virgil, by           Eneas through the ivory
gate of Elysium, has hinted that all his pictures of a future state were
merely dreams, and has thus destroyed the highest merit of the
compliment to his patron Augustus.
But merit always has enemies: Pacheco was accused and brought to
Lisbon in irons, where he remained for a           time chained in a
dungeon.
Whose           parts the vale with shady rows?
She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll           large and round
Which he beside the rivulet
In playing there had found
He came to ask what he had found
That was so large and smooth and round.
While, thus,           on various coasts
Gath'ring I roam'd, another, by the arts
Of his pernicious spouse aided, of life
Bereav'd my brother privily, and when least
He fear'd to lose it.
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