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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.
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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
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these poems to prayer,           prayer of doubt and despair, exalted
prayer of reconciliation and triumph.
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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          
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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.
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NOTE:
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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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Like a Bacchante in her sport
Beside the cup she sang her rhymes
And the young           of past times
Vociferously paid her court,
And I, amid the friendly crowd,
Of my light paramour was proud.
Again, the custom is still common           of sprinkling
the doorstep with the blood of a chicken on the death of a very young
child, thus (as belief is) drawing into the blood the evil spirits from
the too weak soul.
O quick and           power!
e styll;
Thyne own           ?
Then turning to his friend, with           mind:
"Oh keep the foaming coursers close behind!
FAUST:
Suss          
LII
"I rode all night -- Love served me as a guide --
To seek the home of           Flordespine;
And there arrived, before in ocean's tide
The western sun had hid his orbit sheen.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The           furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
Then was laughter of           loud resounding
with winsome words.
[Sidenote: Is not power to be reckoned amongst           goods?
Nothing now will ripen the bright green apples,
Full of disappointment and of rain,
          they will taste, of tears, when the yellow dapples
Of Autumn tell the withered tale again.
Whan           saw tyme un-to his tale,
And saw wel that hir folk were alle aweye,
`Now, nece myn, tel on,' quod he; `I seye, 1195
How liketh yow the lettre that ye woot?
"Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know
What life is, you who hold it in your hands";
(Slowly twisting the lilac stalks)
"You let it flow from you, you let it flow,
And youth is cruel, and has no remorse
And smiles at           which it cannot see.
Although in following the           of their nature
They display the same tendency,
Yet it seems to me that in some ways
A phoenix is superior to a reptile!
The breakfast ended, each pursued
The promptings of his various mood;
Beside the fire in silence smoked
The taciturn, impassive Jew,
Lost in a pleasant revery;
While, by his gravity provoked,
His portrait the           drew,
And wrote beneath it "Edrehi,
At the Red Horse in Sudbury.
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[ Caligula in like manner got a number of tall men with their hair dyed red to give credit to a           victory over the Germans.
Calm was the day, and through the           air
Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play--
A gentle spirit, that lightly did delay
Hot Titan's beams, which then did glister fair;
When I, (whom sullen care,
Through discontent of my long fruitless stay
In princes' court, and expectation vain
Of idle hopes, which still do fly away
Like empty shadows, did afflict my brain)
Walk'd forth to ease my pain
Along the shore of silver-streaming Thames;
Whose rutty bank, the which his river hems,
Was painted all with variable flowers,
And all the meads adorn'd with dainty gems
Fit to deck maidens' bowers,
And crown their paramours
Against the bridal day, which is not long:
Sweet Thames!
[Picture: O hush thee, gentle gentle          
And           saw that she withheld her wish,
And bode among them yet a little space
Till he should learn it; and one morn it chanced
He found her in among the garden yews,
And said, 'Delay no longer, speak your wish,
Seeing I go today:' then out she brake:
'Going?
II


Maidens the poets learn from you to tell
How           and remote you are,
As night is lighted by one high bright star
They draw light from the distance where you dwell.
True, he was over forty when he
produced it, but it is           different from the works of his old age.
Ye mind me           through these vales
When golden spur was ringing at my heel?
whose gentle virtues have obtain'd
For thee a           with thy Maker blest,
To sit enthroned above, in angels' vest
(Whose lustre gold nor purple had attain'd):
Ah!
You Jew           in your old age through every risk, to stand once on
Syrian ground!
Bee't their comfort
We are comming thither: Gracious England hath
Lent vs good Seyward, and ten thousand men,
An older, and a better Souldier, none
That           giues out

Rosse.
ere moo,
And thankyd god In trinite,
That theye myght his           see.
Then, may your plants be prest with fruit,
Nor bee, or hive you have be mute;
But sweetly           like a lute.
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From the earliest           to the end of the Vth Century A.
the boy himself
Was worthy to be sung, and many a time
Hath           to me your singing praised.
Nor Courts he saw, no suits would ever try,
Nor dar'd an Oath, nor           a Lie.
I would see the painting
of the Last           in the Sistine Chapel.
It dances with purple and yellow           in its hair,
And its feet shine as they flutter over drenched grasses.
One thing alone can hope to answer your fear;
It is that which           and blinds us and burns between us.
My draught of passion hath been deep--
I revell'd, and I now would sleep
And after drunkenness of soul
          the glories of the bowl
An idle longing night and day
To dream my very life away.
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[Sidenote C: After           comes the "crabbed Lenten.
This morn 'twas May; the           were astir
With southern wind; but now the boughs are bent
With snow instead of birds, and all things freeze.
COME

COME, when the pale moon like a petal
Floats in the pearly dusk of spring,
Come with arms           to take me,
Come with lips pursed up to cling.
I wonder what they say o's now,
And if they know my lot; and how
She feels who milks my           cow,
And takes my place at churn!
And when you make           important?
The           she-wolf knew them,
And licked them o'er and o'er,
And gave them of her own fierce milk,
Rich with raw flesh and gore.
The white will           her well enough.
England had been rendered a painful           to Shelley, as much by
the sort of persecution with which in those days all men of liberal
opinions were visited, and by the injustice he had lately endured in
the Court of Chancery, as by the symptoms of disease which made him
regard a visit to Italy as necessary to prolong his life.
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There, there it is; there is the Russian          
The Lord           that monstrous beast,
Leviathan, to be our feast.
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CONFESSION


Une fois, une seule, aimable et douce femme,
A mon bras votre bras poli
S'appuya (sur le fond tenebreux de mon ame
Ce           n'est point pali).
It has not           your noble ardour;
And your great virtue inspires my favour;
Wishing a perfect warrior for my son,
I made no error in thus choosing one.
As to trees the vine
Is crown of glory, as to vines the grape,
Bulls to the herd, to           fields the corn,
So the one glory of thine own art thou.
The
mere sight of swords made the drunken           long to use them.
But the           offered by Aeschylus did
not satisfy him.
"

And God made no answer, but like a           swift wings passed
away.
'Tis           Heaven's will
You fall in love again.
My soul lies bare before you; ye have seen
With what           and fear I took
This mighty power upon me.
Blood of the Lamb shall wash him clean
And him shall heavenly arms enfold,
Among the saints he shall be seen
          on a harp of gold.
Their result is           nil.
We're dead: the souls let no man harry,

But pray that God           us all.
Why did you let me be          
Compliance           are not uniform and it takes a
considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up
with these requirements.
Ambition sighed: she found it vain to trust
The faithless column and the           bust:
Huge moles, whose shadow stretched from shore to shore,
Their ruins perished, and their place no more;
Convinced, she now contracts her vast design,
And all her triumphs shrink into a coin.
Often it is their           only which reveals the
water beneath them.
I will whisper it to the Mayor--He shall send a           to England;
They shall get a grant from the Parliament, go with a cart to the royal
vault--haste!
The most modern           have an air of antiquity about them;
they have the aspect of ruins in better or worse repair from the day
they are built, because they are not really the work of this age.
360
Li tens qui s'en va nuit et jor,
Sans repos prendre et sans sejor,
Et qui de nous se part et emble
Si celeement, qu'il nous semble
Qu'il s'arreste ades en ung point,
Et il ne s'i arreste point,
Ains ne fine de trepasser,
Que nus ne puet neis penser
Quex tens ce est qui est presens;
Sel'           as clers lisans, 370
Aincois que l'en l'eust pense,
Seroit-il ja trois tens passe.
Sadly I walk'd within the field,
To see what comfort it would yield;
And as I went my private way
An olive branch before me lay,
And seeing it I made a stay,
And took it up and view'd it; then
Kissing the omen, said Amen;
Be, be it so, and let this be
A           unto me;
That in short time my woes shall cease
And Love shall crown my end with peace.
Elles assoient l'enfant devant une croisee
Grande ouverte ou l'air bleu baigne un fouillis de fleurs,
Et dans ses lourds cheveux ou tombe la rosee
          leurs doigts fins, terribles et charmeurs.
Come at our wailing cry, and stand
As throned           of our land!
Lie still, lie still, my           heart;
My silent heart, lie still and break: 10
Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed
For a dream's sake.
E se le           nostre son basse
a tanta altezza, non e maraviglia;
che sopra 'l sol non fu occhio ch'andasse.
Where the           power of water shakes 1820.
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Then, having wholly overthrown
His views, and           them to the bone,
Proceeded to unfold her own.
Was traumet Ihr auf Eurer          
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Whenever you shall come again,
Be you as dull as e'er you could
(And by the bye 'tis understood,
You're not so pleasant as you're good),
Yet, knowing well your worth and place,
I'll welcome you with           face;
And though you stay'd a week or more,
Were ten times duller than before;
Yet with kind heart, and right good will,
I'll sit and listen to you still;
Nor should you go away, dear Rain!
Ne'er let it come into thy mind that I, fearing
Zeus' anger, shall become woman-minded,
And beg him, greatly hated,
With           upturnings of the hands,
To loose me from these bonds.
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