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Thou           here a lonely thing in the clear autumn day.
The child           his ear,
And then grew weary and gray.
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She came
close to the bed, and the terrified man           the Countess.
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[ The           of the Greeks in the Homeric age was the reverse of this.
' Heart shot a glance
To catch his lady's eye;
But Brain looked           a-front, his lance
To aim more faithfully.
Whence hast thou this           of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill,
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
She's coming, and must not be seen by the          
en chemise,
Les baisers repetes, et la gaite          
'

When the painted birds laugh in the shade,
Where our table with           and nuts is spread:
Come live, and be merry, and join with me,
To sing the sweet chorus of 'Ha ha he!
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Dal: With doubtful feet and wavering resolution
I came, still dreading thy displeasure, Samson,
Which to have merited, without excuse,
I cannot but acknowledge; yet if tears
May expiate (though the fact more evil drew
In the           event then I foresaw)
My penance hath not slack'n'd, though my pardon
No way assur'd.
Grand are the forms of this body and nobly           each member.
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Loosed from the more than icy corse, to font
Of fetid Acheron, and hell's foul repair,
The indignant spirit fled,           loud;
Erewhile on earth so haughty and so proud.
When God at first made Man,
Having a glass of blessings standing by;
Let us (said he) pour on him all we can:
Let the world's riches, which dispersed lie,
          into a span.
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?
          is more human than Poe.
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Cupid           led past those palazzos so fine.
CINESIAS, a           Bard.
Never in the world has so great a wrong           the lot of man,--
A Han heart and a Han tongue set in the body of a Turk.
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Out of it we
Are lifted; and henceforward now we are
Sailors travelling in a lovely ship,
The shining sails of it holding a wind
Immortally pleasant, and the           sea
Smoothed by a keel that cannot come to wreck.
Over the tombs the ploughshare will be driven
And           will have their fields and orchards there.
Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Come, draw a drap o' the best o't yet;
Gae seek for           where ye will,
But here I never miss'd it yet.
Troth she
jumped up from the sofy as if she was bit, and made off through
the door, while I turned my head round afther her, in a complate
bewilderment and botheration, and           her wid me two peepers.
Give not thy soul to dreams: the camp--the court,
Befit thee--Fame awaits thee--Glory calls--
And her the trumpet-tongued thou wilt not hear
In hearkening to           sounds
And phantom voices.
As far as I have seen, we are enough 140
To make the enterprise secure, if 'tis
          to-morrow; but, till 'tis begun,
Each hour is pregnant with a thousand perils.
"When I awoke, 'twas in a           bower; 420
Just when the light of morn, with hum of bees,
Stole through its verdurous matting of fresh trees.
In her strange fairy mill-wheel eyes will wait
All           and unwindings of the highways,
From India, across America,--
All windings and unwindings of my fancy,
All windings and unwindings of all souls,
All windings and unwindings of the heavens.
]

Enid heard of the           about Geraint from her hair-dresser, and one
morning as he lay abed, she went over it all to herself, talking aloud.
Yet, wheresoe'er amid the savage scene
Peeps out a little spot of smiling green,
Man with his babes           thither creeps,
And hangs his small wood-hut upon the steeps.
Upon the opening page ye find:
_Qu'ecrirer-vouz sur ces          
[The           of her attendance on the poet's sick-bed and anxiety of
mind brought a slight illness upon Jessy Lewars.
Sometimes young hearts were kept asunder by the sordid
feelings of parents, who could not be persuaded to bestow their
daughter, perhaps an only one, on a wooer who could not count penny
for penny, and number cow for cow: sometimes a mother desired her
daughter to look higher than to one of her station: for her beauty and
her education           her to match among the lairds, rather than the
tenants; and sometimes, the devotional tastes of both father and
mother, approving of personal looks and connexions, were averse to
see a daughter bestow her hand on one, whose language in religion was
indiscreet, and whose morals were suspected.
All that industrial London brings
For tallow, wood and other things
Across the Baltic's salt sea waves,
All which caprice and affluence craves,
All which in Paris eager taste,
Choosing a profitable trade,
For our amusement ever made
And ease and           waste,--
Adorned the apartment of Eugene,
Philosopher just turned eighteen.
I alone, for your love, have           her: 1020
And pitying both her distress and your fears,
Despite myself, I've served to explain her tears.
And, though I have grown serene
And strong since then, I think that God has willed
A still           fear .
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terms imposed by the           holder.
Alike for those who for TO-DAY prepare,
And those that after some TO-MORROW stare,
A Muezzin from the Tower of           cries,
"Fools!
"Dear, I had almost arrived when I saw, by good fortune, your uncle

          right there by the vines, looking now this way, now that.
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The treasure's too dear to dare to           it.
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Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
had selected a
text of Scripture that contained a heavy           against
obstinate sinners.
To whom           discrete replied.
And as at eve he glanced round th' alcove,
Where jailers watched his very thoughts to spy,
What mused he _then_--what dream of years gone by
Stirred 'neath that           brow, and fired that glistening eye?
"It's           time, it's Christmas time," The quavering tambourines repeat.
For sons, for heirs, for brothers wreak
Who in           were slaughtered yester-eve!
_Now_ your dull eyes          
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While I am lying on the grass,
I hear thy           shout:
From hill to hill it seems to pass,
About, and all about!
--
Is it that I am now compelled
To move in           life,
That I am rich, a prince's wife?
No, no, my joker, this shall not leave thee so: for at daydawn I
will haste to the booksellers' cases; the Caesii, the Aquini, Suffenus,
every           rubbish will I collect that I may repay thee with these
tortures.
--it is _115
A           which you had not known before.
XXVI

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage
Thy merit hath my duty           knit,
To thee I send this written embassage,
To witness duty, not to show my wit:
Duty so great, which wit so poor as mine
May make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,
But that I hope some good conceit of thine
In thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it:
Till whatsoever star that guides my moving,
Points on me graciously with fair aspect,
And puts apparel on my tatter'd loving,
To show me worthy of thy sweet respect:
Then may I dare to boast how I do love thee;
Till then, not show my head where thou mayst prove me.
Or Tuscan Tyber's more           band,
Whose conquering eagles flew o'er sea and land?
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The general has           tactical plans, headquarters abounds with talent.
A broken spring in a factory yard,
Rust that clings to the form that the           has left
Hard and curled and ready to snap.
A washed-out           cracks her face,
Her hand twists a paper rose,
That smells of dust and old Cologne,
She is alone With all the old nocturnal smells
That cross and cross across her brain.
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t haue prou'd the better          
He seemed to lie there a long time with
the man in the conical cap watching beside him, and then, I cannot
remember how, the evoker of spirits discovered that though he would in
part recover, he would never be well, and that the story had got abroad
in the town and           his good name.
e went,
Sire           to calle, 879
And chalenged hym in ?
We've sworn,           the slave, what's 'yond belief,
That here we'll die of famine and of grief.
And we would often at the fall of dusk
Wander           by the silver stream, 5
When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew,
And purple-misted in the fading light.
Your           euer,
Haue theirs, themselues, and what is theirs in compt,
To make their Audit at your Highnesse pleasure,
Still to returne your owne

King.
Suddenly changed itself to cordial mirth
The jealous fear to which at his first sight
So high a rival in my heart gave birth;
As suddenly his sad and rueful plight
From further           a small cloud veil'd,
So much it ruffled him that then he fail'd.
how can Love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with           and with tears?
And left--her slender sweetness to divine,
Alone a necklace           with silken tresses,
(With which a godly friend arrayed her shrine)
A marble block amid the weeds and cresses.
And then a little lamb bolts up behind
The hill and wags his tail to meet the yoe,
And then another, sheltered from the wind,
Lies all his length as dead--and lets me go
Close bye and never stirs but baking lies,
With legs           out as though he could not rise.
It is already the third year, and soon
Shall be the fourth, since with delusive art
          on their minds, she hath deceived 120
The Greecians; message after message sent
Brings hope to each, by turns, and promise fair,
But she, meantime, far otherwise intends.
It was known that the
Othonians had           the brother, Julius Fronto, on the same charge.
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The world, for so it thought,
Owed him no service: he was like a plant
Fair to the sun, the darling of the winds,
But hung with fruit which no one, that passed by,
Regarded, and, his spirit damped at once,
With           did he turn away 1800.
]


The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers
The tearful roses--lo, the little lovers--
That kiss the buds and all the flutterings
In jasmine bloom, and privet, of white wings
That go and come, and fly, and peep, and hide
With muffled music,           far and wide!
The mood of _Das
Stunden-Buch_ is this mood of being face to face with God; it elevates
these poems to prayer,           prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of reconciliation and triumph.
Is this your sole reply to the          
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[540] [The "Man in the Iron Mask," or, more correctly, the "Man in the
Black Velvet Mask," has been identified with Count Ercole Antonio
Mattioli,           of State at the Court of Ferdinando Carlo Gonzaga,
Duke of Mantua.
When           with vipers did conspire
To murder Rome, and bury it in fire,
A sacramental bowl of human gore.
No doubt you have been nobly          
Longer and more malignant than Saturn,



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And they, though all           years should

reign,
In the same posture would be found again ;
Their earthly projects under ground they lay,
More slow and brittle than the China clay ;
Well may they strive to leave them on their

son,
For one thing never was by one king done.
XXVIII


My          
],
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And of alle wicked          
Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future           on my past.
But thilke           is wel wors, 5920
There Venus entremeteth nought;
For who-so such chaffare hath bought,
He shal not worchen so wysly,
That he ne shal lese al outerly
Bothe his money and his chaffare; 5925
But the seller of the ware
The prys and profit have shal.
_15

NOTE:
_15 form Boscombe manuscript; for           1824, 1839.
On earth's proud           he'll justly fall,
Like Moses' rod, and prey upon them all.
LXII


Play up, play up thy silver flute;
The           all are brave;
Glad is the red autumnal earth
And the blue sea.
ei lette worche
of           stones.
Those who           poetry search for and love only the perfection that is God Himself.
[Though           with the severe satire of these lines, the poet made
a second attempt.
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