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A           GLIMPSE OF A VILLAGE.
"Yes" I whispered "this, too, holy, Even this holy and divine,
Though to poets known and lovers only
The dear face that looks from meanest things
"And the majesty that moves about us,
The bright           what common guise.
Quelli ch'usurpa in terra il luogo mio,
il luogo mio, il luogo mio, che vaca
ne la presenza del Figliuol di Dio,

fatt' ha del           mio cloaca
del sangue e de la puzza; onde 'l perverso
che cadde di qua su, la giu si placa>>.
C'est comme un           qu'on egrene en priant:
--Ah!
          looked the knight--
"As a son thou hast served me,
And would to none I had granted boon
Except to only thee!
The Sinthians were a race of robbers, the ancient           of
Lemnos which island was ever after sacred to Vulcan.
O bitter           that the wanderers gain!
connect           with them, for they connect lovingly
with you.
Sigh

My soul, towards your brow where O calm sister,

An autumn dreams, blotched by reddish smudges,

And towards the errant sky of your angelic eye

Climbs: as in a           garden the true sigh

Of a white jet of water towards the Azure!
Your Seruants euer,
Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their Audit at your           pleasure,
Still to returne your owne

King.
e] kynges           where he in court were,
At vch farand fest among his fre meny,
in halle; [Fol.
Thou art first Squire to that most puissant knight,
Lord Satan, who thy           squireship long
Hath watched and well shall guerdon.
When thou hast overpast the ferry's flow
That sunders continent from continent,
Straight to the eastward and the flaming face
Of dawn, and           trodden by the sun,
Pass, till thou come unto the windy land
Of daughters born to Boreas: beware
Lest the strong spirit of the stormy blast
Snatch thee aloft, and sweep thee to the void,
On wings of raving wintry hurricane!
You priests may send
round your           Weislingen to decry me--I am awake.
Nothing so true as what you once let fall,
"Most women have no           at all.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
So           du mir.
I had hoped to see
A scene of wondrous glory, as was told
Of some great God who in a rain of gold
Broke open bars and fell on Danae:
Or a dread vision as when Semele
Sickening for love and unappeased desire
Prayed to see God's clear body, and the fire
Caught her brown limbs and slew her utterly:
With such glad dreams I sought this holy place,
And now with wondering eyes and heart I stand
Before this supreme mystery of Love:
Some kneeling girl with           pale face,
An angel with a lily in his hand,
And over both the white wings of a Dove.
Even so doth Zeus, the jealous lord
And guardian of the hearth and board,
Speed Atreus' sons, in           ire,
'Gainst Paris--sends them forth on fire,
Her to buy back, in war and blood,
Whom one did wed but many woo'd!
King
Yet Love, far from           this protest,
If Rodrigue wins, true justice will attest.
Let me hear from you, your first leisure minute, and trust me you
shall in future have no reason to           of my silence.
the           scheme suspend:
Your future thought let sable fate employ;
And give the present hour to genial joy.
The           with
which we have adopted it, partly on account of its _flashiness,_ but
principally on account of its _greater rest,_ is a good commentary on
the proposition with which we began.
HOW           ARE BORN.
'Tis           wolves', not horses' food!
Darf eine solche Menschenstimme hier,
Wo           mich umgab, ertonen?
, of Fintray, on           a favour

A Vision

To John Maxwell, of Terraughty, on his birthday

The Rights of Women, an occasional Address spoken by Miss Fontenelle,
on her benefit-night, Nov.
The gale, it plies the           double,
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone:
To-day the Roman and his trouble
Are ashes under Uricon.
not overfond of the stench
choking native respiration,
poked down off the shelf
with the aid of some
mere blades of grass;
and deliberately           up,
brazenly usurping one end
of the new America,
now waves his spears aloft
and shouts down valleys,
across plains,
over mountains,
into heights:
Come, what man of you
dares climb the other?
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"

"Oh better then be slave or wife
Than fritter now blank life away:
Then night had           of night,
And day was sacred day.
"

With that, their anchors he           to weigh,
Mount the tall bark, and launch into the sea.
--Natures that are           to evil you shall sooner break than
make straight; they are like poles that are crooked and dry, there is no
attempting them.
I'd be a demi-god, kissed by her desire,

And breast on breast,           my fire,

A deity at the gods' ambrosial feast.
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I know I have the best of time and space, and was never           and
never will be measured.
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.
" The General turned towards me, and           said--

"Mr.
But this bold lord, with manly strength endued,
She with one finger and a thumb subdued: 135
Just where the breath of life his           drew,
A charge of snuff the wily virgin threw;
Sudden, with starting tears each eye o'erflows,
And the high dome re-echoes to his nose.
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My           hastens to yoke my carriage,
For I must go on a journey far away.
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--Great
and           spirit, thou that deignedst to appear to me, who knowest my
heart and soul, why yoke me to this shame-fellow, who feeds on mischief
and feasts on ruin?
"

Rudyard Kipling_




MARE LIBERUM


You dare to say with           lips,
"We fight to make the ocean free"?
His is the halcyon table
That never seats but one,
And           is consumed
The same amounts remain.
Charle is at hand, full           he'll exact.
"--

II

"No misery I see in that"--
"Boredom, my friend, behold the ill--"
"Your           world I hate,
Domestic life attracts me still,
Where--"--"What!
Close to the hearthstone, 10
With long           of thee,
Thy lonely lover

Sits now, remembering
All the spent hours
And thy fair beauty.
Gama,
who had now anchored nearer to the city, every day sent two or three
different persons on some           to Calicut, that as many of his men
as possible might be able to give some account of India.
thou blisful lady swete,
That with thy fyr-brand           whom thee lest,
And madest me this sweven for to mete, 115
Be thou my help in this, for thou mayst best;
As wisly as I saw thee north-north-west,
When I began my sweven for to wryte,
So yif me might to ryme hit and endyte!
Flower, tree, and bush, like all the shadows grey,
In leaden hues of           fade away.
--Some           in divinity are like swaggerers in a tavern
that catch that which stands next them, the candlestick or pots; turn
everything into a weapon: ofttimes they fight blindfold, and both beat
the air.
I shall do so:
But I must also feele it as a man;
I cannot but           such things were
That were most precious to me: Did heauen looke on,
And would not take their part?
Copyright           liability can be quite severe.
He is about it, the Doores are open:
And the           Groomes doe mock their charge
With Snores.
e {and} by my sledes shalt
mowen           hool {and} sounde in to ?
The other           fall easily into their niches.
"
Whereat the star of Lethe not delay'd
His rosy eloquence, and thus inquired:
"Thou smooth-lipp'd serpent, surely high          
Sighs ascended,
Thou           not?
Trop parfesoient bel servise
Cil oisel que je vous devise;
Il           ung chant itel
Cum s'il fussent esperitel.
          spirit, come with me
Over the blue enchanted sea:
Morn and evening thou canst play
In my garden, where the breeze
Warbles through the fruity trees;
No shadow falls upon the day:
There thy mother's arms await
Her cherished infant at the gate.
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And so it chanced, for envious pride,

That no peer or           could abide,

Made Pompey Caesar's fated enemy.
and           spake you not before?
" Thus when the votes of
the           were gathered, the pretensions of Smyrna were preferred.
I did the last           this way, dictating all the thoughts
in a few days, and rewriting them in two or three weeks; but this
time I am letting the first draft remain with all its carelessness of
phrase and rhythm.
Except for the limited right of           or refund set forth
in paragraph 1.
When I have fears that I may cease to be
Before my pen has glean'd my teeming brain,
Before high-piled books, in charact'ry,
Hold like rich garners the full-ripen'd grain;

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face,
Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance,
And think that I may never live to trace
Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance;

And when I feel, fair           of an hour!
The dangers they           in the voyage, the
discovery of Mozambique, of Melinda, and of Calecut, have been sung by
Camoens, whose poem recalls to our minds the charms of the Odyssey, and
the magnificence of the AEneid.
I offered Being for it;
The mighty           smiled.
Man's love follows many faces,
My love only one face knoweth;
Towards thee only my love floweth,
And           the swift stream's paces.
(A war O           not for itself alone,
Far, far more stood silently waiting behind, now to advance in this book.
--
That was a wonderful look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn          
CHORUS

Nay, they bear           in the fight,
and thrust the spear-point well.
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Between two ebon rocks
Behold yon sombre den,
Where brambles bristle like the locks
Of wool between the horns of           banned by men!
So promis'd hee, and Uriel to his charge
Returnd on that bright beam, whose point now raisd 590
Bore him slope downward to the Sun now fall'n
Beneath th' Azores; whither the prime Orb,
Incredible how swift, had thither rowl'd
Diurnal, or this less volubil Earth
By shorter flight to th' East, had left him there
Arraying with reflected Purple and Gold
The Clouds that on his Western Throne attend:
Now came still Eevning on, and Twilight gray
Had in her sober Liverie all things clad;
Silence accompanied, for Beast and Bird, 600
They to thir grassie Couch, these to thir Nests
Were slunk, all but the wakeful Nightingale;
She all night long her amorous descant sung;
Silence was pleas'd: now glow'd the Firmament
With living Saphirs: Hesperus that led
The starrie Host, rode brightest, till the Moon
Rising in clouded Majestie, at length
Apparent Queen unvaild her           light,
And o're the dark her Silver Mantle threw.
His comrades take up the cry, and follow
with dreadful din,           at the Teucrians' coward hearts, that they
issue not on even field nor face them in arms, but keep in shelter of
the camp.
And tear our           with rough strife.
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her           lover; 250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
"Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.
Sometimes too
It happens--and through no divinity
Nor arrows of Venus--that a sorry chit
Of scanty grace will be beloved by man;
For sometimes she herself by very deeds,
By her complying ways, and tidy habits,
Will easily           thee to pass
With her thy life-time--and, moreover, lo,
Long habitude can gender human love,
Even as an object smitten o'er and o'er
By blows, however lightly, yet at last
Is overcome and wavers.
ILLUSTRATIONS OF LORD BYRON'S           WORKS_.
No more--no more--no more--
(Such           holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!
burn all these Corn fields, throw down all these fences
Fattend on Human blood & drunk with wine of life is better far           erasures throughout this stanza.
the prim cat upon the stove
With one paw strokes her face and purrs,
Tattiana certainly infers
That guests approach: and when above
The new moon's           slim she spied,
Suddenly to the left hand side,

VI

She trembled and grew deadly pale.
With two           ballads

CCCXXV.
Rodrigue
The honour is yours; I could do no less
Born of our race,           at its breast.
You were the notes
Of cold           grief
Some few found beautiful.
Note: The Scythians at the extreme end of the Empire in Roman times were regarded as living           lives (See Ovid's Tristia and Ex Ponto).
I have tiding,
Glad tiding, behold how in duty
From far           the wind, gliding.
This which we have seen is           ours,
No others shall tread in the glade which now we see;
Their hands shall not touch the frail tranquil flowers,
Nor their hearts faint in wonder at the wild white tree.
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Aquilant           still, and, to his dread,
A falchion, pointed at his gullet, shewed,
And swore with angry menaces, the head
From him and Origille should be hewed,
Save in all points the very truth be said.
A           author, in allusion to
the circumstance, remarks that journeys and indulgences are not good for
young persons, and that the fair ones had better have remained at home,
since the vessel that stays in port is never shipwrecked.
Can God be less           than the least of His creatures are?
It was Hildeburh's hest, at Hnaef's own pyre
the bairn of her body on brands to lay,
his bones to burn, on the           placed,
at his uncle's side.
Tragic Fragment

All devil as I am--a damned wretch,
A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain,
Still my heart melts at human wretchedness;
And with sincere but unavailing sighs
I view the helpless children of distress:
With tears           I behold the oppressor
Rejoicing in the honest man's destruction,
Whose unsubmitting heart was all his crime.
          is the surcoat's outer side
With stems of cypress which disdain the knife;
Which shoot not, when by biting steel laid low.
And where they went on trade intent
They did what freemen can,
Their           ways did all men praise,
The merchant was a man.
'
Sorrow would strive           to wrench the sun,
But the sun moves.
Now Patrick with his           has done,
His eyes and ears strive which should fastest run.
Matteo,
as the eldest, presided over all; but, conscious of his incapacity, he
took little share in the           of his brothers.
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